310: Do Not Resist Me

Do Not Resist Me

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"I want to make you feel something which you never felt," she heard him.

But in his mind he thought. 'You smell so enticing that it's unfair if I don't get the taste of you. You are my mate. You don't know how much I want you every time you are in front of me.'

Oriana was quiet, neither showing reluctance or agreeing to him.

"Do not resist me." There was a plea as well as desperation in his voice, "I won't hurt you."

He didn't know if he would ever get this chance again to openly show this side of his to her and embrace her without any restraint. Once they leave Othinia, things would change. He didn't want to miss this chance, to have some intimate memories with her before distancing himself from her for her own good. 

'I am selfish, but I cannot help it.'

"What do you want to do?" he heard her shy and hesitant voice, her head lowered as if even in the dark she felt he might see her embarrassed face. 

"Do you trust me?" he asked. 

Just like him, Oriana had the same thoughts. She didn't know when she would get this chance with him as she can't deceive him like this always by wearing women's clothes. She might have some memories of him with her to treasure forever. With much courage she finally decided to trust him. 

"I do." Though hesitant, it was her thought out reply. 

In a silence, he gazed at her for a while. She raised her head to look at him, even though she could not see what his expressions were like at the moment. They both talked like their own self and forgot they were pretending to not know each other. There was no lady Ria and not the Prince of another kingdom. They were just Oriana and Arlan. Everything felt natural as if it was meant to be. 

She found his hand sliding under her thighs and another one below her back, even before she could react, she was being carried in his arms. Oriana held onto him instinctively, anticipation of what to come was filling her mind. 'Not crossing the line, then?'

His sharp gaze allowed him to see the position of things in the dark room and due to the moonlight outside, it was enough for him to carry her effortlessly as if he could see everything in the room clearly.

He gently placed her on the bed inside the room. Oriana watched his silhouette moving to hover over her body. 

Her body tensed, her breathing already turned shallow, her heart beating like a drum in her chest as his body pressed against hers. Oriana felt her heart would jump out of her chest, not a single word of resistance could leave her mouth. Her hands rested against his firm chest as if to keep distance between them. Though she agreed, the fear was still there.

She found his hand moving to caress her cheeks gently and he leaned down to kiss her, he held her both hands and moved them away, pinning them on the bed, letting his chest pressed against hers. He wanted to get rid of all her defenses.

leaving her breathless once more to not let her resist him, he spoke, "Just trust me"

She felt like she had lost all her wits and nodded. The next moment she found him moving back as he slowly pulled her dress up. 

"What...are you..."

"You will know."

She felt his hand moving between her thighs. In response she clenched her thighs together though she was wearing underclothes and even moved her hands to stop her dress getting up above her thighs. 

"Would you like me to tie your hands?" she heard him warn.

All she could see was he had moved back and pulled her dress up, and she was anxious to know what he was up to. 

Finally he leaned down, held her hand and pinned them above her head with his one hand. 

"Your Highness?"

"You said you trust me, but your actions say otherwise," she heard his deep voice as she stared at his face. 

"I...." she flinched and cried out a little. "Your H…"

Unknown to her, his free hand had already made its way between her thighs and touched her most private place over her underclothes. It made her swallow any words ready to come out in her defense. 

His fingers teased her and all she could do was to tremble and moan under that touch. She had never felt this way, she was not aware that she was capable of feeling this way. Whatever it was, it felt scary but heavenly at the same time. 

Rip!

There was a sound of cloth ripping and Oriana was shocked. 

His hand touched the bare skin between her legs and she heard him, "Your dress is fine."

He had ripped her underclothes. She didn't know what to think of it. She was conflicted, wanted to say something but could say nothing. It was not the time to cry over ripped clothes.

"Be good and I will take care of you."

She heard him say and before she could react, he had already moved down on her, setting her hands free. 

"Your Highness....Please..."

Rest of her words were left unsaid and all she knew was her body trembled and she gasped heavily. His warm mouth had descended over her womanhood and she could feel his tongue playing with her, ravishing her taste with all his might. 

In the dark she could see nothing much but could feel those intense waves of pleasure his actions were sending in her body. She forgot embarrassment and all she knew was her body started craving for what he was giving it. 

Her hands instinctively moved at the back of his head. A light smirk painted on his lips at her reaction. He was controlling himself well but felt like he could go crazy at any moment. The intoxicating scent of her arousal was madding and his beast was getting excited. 

The golden scales which were like a faint illusion, were becoming more prominent in appearance but he was adamant on keeping the beast in control and not let it spoil the moment for him. 

His tongue and fingers worked skilfully on her, making her let out cries of pleasure. Her voice was like a sweet melody to his ears. 

Oriana felt every nerve in her body tightened in knots, ready to undone any moment. This new and foreign feeling was taking over her mind, wanting it but scared. 

"Your Highness..." she called, her voice pleading and she tried to move away.

Her words fell on deaf ears as Arlan didn't stop his relentless act. He held her legs in place with his both hands and kept her steady, to taste her as much he wished. 

Soon after a strong wave of intense pleasure washed over her body, making her mind float in clouds and unable to grasp what had just happened with her.

Arlan stopped and moved back. He pulled her dress down and lay on her side, only to pull her limp body in his warm embrace. Oriana didn't move for a while, as she let her body calm in that comforting scent coming from him. 

His hand ran through her long hair gently. "Are you alright?"

Oriana was calm and she was back to her senses but she felt embarrassed to even say a word. She could only question in her mind- What was it? Whatever it was, it was really embarrassing. She wished to bury herself somewhere and didn't answer his question. 

Arlan could feel her embarrassment and didn't tease. He let her get over whatever she was feeling, while enjoying the feel of that soft body in his arms. 

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