309: Are You Scared?

Are You Scared?

0Oriana was startled by Arlan's sudden intense actions. That kiss was so passionate that she could not resist it and could only try to keep up with the man who was trying to possess her. She was pushed back and had to support herself with her hand resting at the table top.  0

With the sound of vase smashing, the attention of outside people was pulled towards their room. 

"That room, check there."

"Yes, my Lord," the two guards replied and their footsteps seemed to come closer. 

Arlan, oblivious to all this, lost in his own world, moved his attention to her slender and beautiful neck. The next moment he smelled her enticing scent as he inhaled deeply in the crook of her neck, his face gently rubbing against skin, he felt as if he was going to lose himself to the temptation. 

Unknown to him, his skin had started to have a gold color scaly flash, as if the beast inside him wanted to come out, but Arlan was sure that he could control it. Due to the dark and also because of losing her senses, Oriana was not in a situation to notice it. This man, barely let her keep her eyes open while drowning her into the pleasure to come in her way.

His tongue tasted that delicate skin and his unruly mouth sucked harshly in that tender flesh.

With her eyes closed, she moaned loudly as her entire body shivered, "Y-Your Highness."

The people approaching the door heard the woman's voice which clearly showed something was going inside. As the table she was sitting on was at the wall next to the door, that silent corridor gave out even the slightest sound from inside. 

The moment they heard a woman's voice calling a man 'Your Highness' the guards stopped before they could open the door. It was a title used for men from royalty. Later they could hear her pants and moans continuously. 

"Your…Highness…" Oriana tried to speak, but had no strong will to resist. 

She found herself thrilled in the situation she was in. The people outside wanted her and here she felt thrilled to enjoy the intimate act with the prince. 

'I am a pervert. How can I find it thrilling and want it even more.'

Frowning herself, she moved back, making Arlan devoid of the touch of her neck. "You can't…" her words like a mere whisper under her ragged breathing. 

In the darkness, Arlan offered her a displeased glare and whispered against her swollen lips.

"I'm sure I can. You know it well that you're enjoying it as well."

She was stunned as she was caught. Her face turned red with shame. 

'Bold and seamless man.'

He pecked on her trembling lips and she heard his seductively hoarse voice, "You look so beautiful today."

Her heart skipped a beat at the praise. She had heard it from others but hearing it from him was different.

"You are so beautiful….Oriana."

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up. Kick open that door," the loud voice of a man, disturbed their talk and Arlan frowned while Oriana was stunned. 

"W-What did you call me?"

Arlan acted normal as he moved his face back to look at her. Though it was dark, he would see she was shocked. 

He smirked, "Lady Ria, do you wish me to call you by a different name?"

"Y-You said something," she spoke.

"I said you are beautiful, my Lady."

He was so normal that she could not doubt him.

'Was I mistaken. Those men were shouting so loud. Did I just misheard him? Or was I desperate for him to say my name that I imagined on my own just like that kiss in my dream?'

"You look so beautiful that I wish to tear this dress off of you," Arlan added which pulled her attention back to him. 

It scared her and she held her hands in front of her chest in defense and lowered her head, "Please don't."

The guard was about to push the door,  but she heard the sorry voices, "Apologies. We will not disturb His Highness."

Oriana didn't know what was going on outside but all she heard was the sounds of footsteps going away. What made those men to retreat? 

Arlan moved to her neck as he whispered, "They are gone. Now pay attention only to me."

He sucked on the delicate skin of her neck, "Ah!" she let out a loud moan, as her hands moved to grab his shoulder. As he continued, she somehow managed to say. 

"P-Please, do not leave any marks on me."

Arlan smirked as he understood why she said it. "I will be careful," and turned his actions gentle which felt more seductive to her senses. 

Arlan could feel her scent was getting stronger and he also knew why. He could sense she was aroused and that scent was intoxicating, making him lose his mind. 

Standing between her parted legs, his hands having their own mind, processed to move her dress up, his hands roaming on her thighs while he kept her busy with what he was doing with her, his mouth descending down further her collarbones and her free hand gently holding the back of his head as if guiding him, wanting more from him. 

With her neck arched, a little part of her soft mounds was visible over the neckline of her dress. Arlan's warm mouth sucked on that soft flesh, causing her to moan louder. Something inside her stirred awake that she didn't wish to stop at all. 

But the moment his hands moved towards the inner part of her thighs, as if her rationality jolt awakened, she held his hand. 

"Don't.'' She was scared as well as embarrassed. 

"Why not?" she heard his hoarse and heated voice. 

"Just…let's just stop here."

"Are you scared?" he asked, this woman was finally scared of something. 

She nodded, "Yes. Shouldn't that be normal?"

"I won't do anything out of the line," he assured.

Before she could retreat her hand, she found him moving her hand along his clothes, his torso. She realized his outer coat was gone. 

'When did he remove it?' More than that, 'what was he trying to do?'

Only the top button of his shirt was undone. Her hand moved across his firm chest and she could feel the entire shirt was prim and proper. Then it moved further down along his firm stomach and and stopped at the belt of his pants tied around his waist 

"My clothes will be as they are till the end. Not even a single button would be undone," she heard him say. 

Oriana still could not understand what he meant and looked at him puzzled. 

He could feel those hazel eyes staring at him. "As I said, I won't be crossing the line." His voice was firm as if making a promise. 

Now she finally understood and her heart skipped a beat. She clearly knew what he meant by 'not crossing the line'.

But then what did he plan to do?

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