Work Text:
Her thin fingers were entangled in his smooth silver hair. The man that pressed his lean, masculine body to hers was still busy kissing her lips deliciously. His sweet, intoxicating scent engulfed her like no other. As the kiss grows hotter, he nips her lower lip. She gasped and he wasted no time in inserting his sensuous tongue. Stroking her tongue and the roof of her mouth as if savoring her.
‘’Hahn- Is this your way of greeting?’’ Pant-
It was hard for her to stop this man. He knew too well when to draw back, just enough for her to catch her breath before nibbling and kissing her full lower lip.
’’Hn, I just want to make you warm.’’ He pulled back slightly while tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.
His golden orbs watching in fascination at her flushed, disheveled appearance.
She raised one of her eyebrows in disbelief. The most noble Pedelian indeed.
Time surely is fleeting fast, she mused silently. He was a man now. A true definition of the Blue Heir. He has really grown up well. Firm jaws, sharp golden eyes, hard fine abs, and strong muscular arms that still wrapped possessively around her waist.
He was as tall and well-built as his twisted half brother, Dion. It was a shame that the first time she spotted him getting off the carriage wearing black, she had mistaken him as Dion. The things that make the Blue Heir burn with jealousy, though he tried to cover it subtly. Oh yes, her cunning mind noted it right away. She could use it later for her advantage. Revenge is so sweet after all . . .
‘’So, do you think I’m already warm enough?’’ She cupped his cheeks. Ruby's eyes gleamed teasingly.
His eyes seemed to be brightened even more. ‘’You need my help?’’ He whispered huskily.
She didn’t answer him. Only trailing her hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscles on his finely coat that she want to ruin so bad.
He seemed to lean closer, melting at her touch. When she felt the tension was rather suffocating (damn his hot golden gaze), she deliberately walked away from him.
She swayed her hips rather teasingly, knowing full well an intent stare was glued on her back. Her lips curved into a satisfying smirk. Though her delight was cut short when she heard a heavy step behind her followed by a firm grip on her waist.
She turned her head, pretending to be innocent. ‘’What?’’
‘’Take this.’’ She thought he would resume their rather indecent greeting. So, she was a little surprised when a warm black cloak was draped on her shoulder.
Her ruby eyes watched intently as his hand fastened the front of the cloak, keeping her warm.
He was still her sweet boy . . .
Only her. As she was his. They have connected with each other since she collared him three years ago. Though the chain was no more, the connection was already made and it would last until time would tell.
. . .