308: I Can't Breathe

I Can't Breathe

Oriana's eyes puzzled, tried to see him in the darkness to know what more he expected from her. She could not deny this closeness with him was affecting her greatly and that is why she ran away after that dance with him. 1

Just when she thought she had gotten over it and was calm, once more this man was in front of her to affect her again. So close and in the darkness at that. She feared if she let herself get carried away with him, she would end up exposing herself to him. 

"I-I don't know what His Highness wants."

"Then I will trouble myself to get what I want," she heard Arlan and found his hand moving back to her face after letting go of her hand.

Even before she could stop him, the veil from her face was gone. 

"Your Highness!" she exclaimed but Arlan once again put his finger on her lips to silence her and whispered, "Those guards are still around."

Oriana, who was usually smart, was easily swept by his words and kept quiet. Or maybe she wanted to play just dumb as the man in front of her was someone who had tugged her heart long back. This closeness with him was not new to her and she did not dislike it.

Was she playing along with him as well?

It was dark inside the room, and she believed he could not see her face even with the veil gone.

Seeing her not resisting, Arlan held her chin, raised her face a little up and leaned his face further closer, his lips just a breath away from hers. His fingers pinched her chin lightly, making her gasp in pain and he loved it. He loved every reaction of hers caused by him, whether a pain or pleasure. 

Pleasure? He was yet to make her feel it. Maybe this was the time.

Arlan leaned further closer and captured her slightly parted lips gently with his. Oriana Hesitated at the start but the moment she felt his lips tasting hers, she gave in and started to respond slowly, his manly scent occupying her senses. 

'He won't know it's me. Let me be selfish once more.'

It was not the first time she was kissing him. That night he was drunk, in her opinion she had taken the advantage of a drunk man. He was drunk then, but tonight he was not. He was kissing her with his conscience alive, sharing equal passion as hers.

That slow kiss, full of affection for her, as if he was pouring what he felt for her. 

Oriana tiptoed and circled her hands around his neck to keep herself steady, her slender body pressed entirely against his stronger one.

Her bold actions encouraged Arlan as he held her tightly around her waist and kissed her passionately. Not being satisfied with just a tender nibbling of her lips, he pried opened her mouth and sought for her tongue.

Oriana was not new to this now after being kissed by him a few times before. It won't be wrong to say she enjoyed it as much as he did. She responded with similar need and tasted the manly sweetness of his. 

She let out soft moans as his tongue skillfully played with hers. 

'She is getting better at it.' A satisfied smirk painted on his lips while kissing her.

The pair of mates indulged in a passionate kiss, without caring for anything, filling that room with the sounds of soft moans and heavy pants.

There were other voices in the corridor. 

"Have you two not found her yet?" It was one of those two men.

"My Lord, we are not sure where that woman had disappeared to. We clearly saw her coming to this hallway and there is no place for her to run other than entering one of the rooms. We checked those rooms as well and she was nowhere," the guard answered. 

"You morons! You could not even find a weak woman? Where can she disappear? Go and search every room again in front of me," the other man ordered the guard. 

Oriana, who heard the talk, shook immediately and wanted to stop but Arlan whispered against her lips, "It's alright," and captured her lips once again, resuming to satisfy his unending desire for her.

Her mind was a mess, making her unable to decide anything on her own, and she let herself drown in the passion he was showing her. 

There was a sound of the door opening and guard spoke after a while, "My Lord, she is not here."

"Check the next one again."

"My Lord, a guest is resting in that room."

"This is the Othinian Royal family palace, guests don't matter. Open it," the man ordered, sounding impatient. 

The next moment there was the voice of a man cursing and woman's muffled scream. "What are you doing? You dare you disturb me?"

"We just want to check something. Let us see the face of a woman with you."

After a moment the man spoke, "This woman has black hair. It's not her."

There was a sound of the door closing, "Check the rest of the rooms." 

Those two men kept ordering the two guards while following them. "I will make sure to get that woman and take her to my bed. She dared to trick us like this."

Meanwhile inside the room where the pair of mates didn't wish to stop at any cost. Arlan was like a deaf to those sounds outside as he could hear and feel nothing but his mate while Oriana who wanted to pay attention to those sounds, Arlan would not let her. Kissing her passionately, forcing her to focus only on him. Biting her lips gently if she dared distract herself.

'I can't breathe.' Oriana slightly pushed him aside. 

Alran stopped as he understood but didn't let her go away. He allowed her to breathe while gently pecked on her head and hugged her soft body tenderly. 

"Those men…" she said with her ragged breathing.

In response, Arlan held her tightly and lifted her while still hugging her, her feet just an inch above the ground as he carried her towards the ornate wooden table by the wall. He pushed aside the vase from it which fell on the ground. 

Smash!

"Your Highness…Umm…?"

He let her sit on the table and kissed her once more, not caring the sound of vase smashing will only pull outsider's attention to them.

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