"It isn't difficult. You kissed me." She felt her face growing warm at her blunt conversation. "And I would like you to kiss me again."
He was trying damned hard to control himself, but she wasn't taKing ‘no’ for an answer. Ever since their first kiss he couldn't get her off of his mind in that way. Kissing her was all he thought about lately.
"Princess-" He was about to continue but she caught him off guard and kissed him on the lips.
It caught him by surprise at first, but once he got the taste of her he felt his control slipping away as he enveloped her in his muscular arms, and kissed her back with all the pent up passion he felt for her.
Flossina lost track of what they were talking about, so hot was the kiss between her and Marlon. She felt herself wrap
"I'm sorry. Please, Forgive me." She picked up the material up from off of the floor and wrapped it around her once more."No, I'm the one who’s sorry. If only I would have come faster for you..""Please, don't. It was my own fault. I should have stayed put. I was just so angry. I wanted revenge on my stepfather.""How did you leave?" He asked.Marlon knew nothing of the Demi-Goddesses assistance in aiding her escape from his home. She didn't want to tell him just yet. She recalled when she had told him about going to visit her deceased mother and the look of disbelief he had on his face. He hadn't believed her. He had thought it was the delirium of her head injury. She lied."I...I don't recall. I was at Moena on
She recalled falling asleep in Marlon’s arms late last night but she did not recall him bundling her up and flying them back to his home, Moeina, or being placed inside his bedchamber. She saw no trace of him when she awoke. She was trying to quiet the voices of defeat and grief that seemed to be replaying over and over again in her mind as the events that took place over the past days flooded her. She put on a brown cotton dress that was sitting atop the bed at the foot. She wondered where Marlon had gone to. She opened the bedchamber door to go in search of him. She was halted by a young boy, who looked no more than sixteen summers, standing guard at Marlon’s chamber door. She wondered who he was. He was staring at her like he had never seen another person before.It almost became awkward. He spoke to her then.
It was well past nightfall when Marlon returned. Flossina had occupied herself with reading his many herb journals. She left them strewn about the large room. The further he walked into the room he noticed it changed from books to various weapons of his neatly lined up on the mattress at the foot of the bed. He took his scabbard off and laid it down alongside the others.“I see you’ve kept yourself occupied.” He remarked, as if this was an everyday occurrence.She looked up from a holistic medical journal she was reading, smirked at him and then spoke.“There was nothing for me to do. The boy guard at the door told me I was to stay here. I cannot tour the castle alone. I can only go if your ‘Commander’ escorts me. Who
She smiled as she held the weapon in her hand.“And what of this one?” She asked him.“This one was payment..”“Payment? What services did you provide? Holistic?”“No, I killed a man.” He watched her face to see her reaction.She only smiled and rolled her eyes, and it made him smirk.Next, he picked up a double edged sword.“I borrowed this from a soldier I had to incapacitate. I needed his armour for a disguise.”“Yes, I see, much like you did at MeadowBrooke.”
“We can’t do this.” He stated soberly.She kissed his lips once more, hoping he would cease his talk, but instead he gently pushed her away so she couldn’t kiss him any longer.“Yes we can. It’s alright.” She assured him.“No, Princess, really, we can’t.” He said as he got up off of the bed, trying to put some distance between them. It wasn’t worKing. This woman had invaded his thoughts the moment he had found her on his doorstep, and now she was in his room kissing her.Flossina had never been rejected, and the feeling was unfamiliar and unpleasant to her. She crawled onto the bed until she was on the edge. hen kneeled on it. He saw the way she looked at him dejected and sad.He felt guilty.
She drank him. Her touch was light as she made a trail along his chest to his well defined abdomen. He felt like living marble to her. She looked at him. He was watching her intently.“Undo them.” He commanded referring to his pants.She smiled at him. She had to work up the courage to do it. She had never noticed it until now, and now she was really noticing it. She began to untie the thin leather strips at his groin when there was a loud knock on the door. It startled Flossina and she instinctively covered herself with her hands. He pulled the top of her dress up and she got back under the covers.He quickly located his shirt and put it on. Then he walked to the door and opened it. She watched as he opened it and went outside. She wondered what the young guard must think.
He searched her face.“I understand.” She said simply.“I promise I will explain it all when I come back, but now I must go.” He planted a quick kiss in the center of her forehead and exited the room, closing the door behind him.She wrapped her arms around herself. She shivered when she thought about what almost happened between them and hoped he wouldn’t be long… **********Marlon could barely keep his mind on the round table discussion he was having with his three Chief officers in regards to what they were undertaking. He hadn't realized how preoccupied his thoughts were
Marlon hated he even had to speak on it,but he had no choice now, not if he wanted his men to fight for this cause.“I would assist her in dethroning the King, putting us all back in Royal positions and clearing our orders name. That would be on my short list.”All three laughed at his arrogance.“That is why you are the Chief commander,” Bolt noted.“How are we going to dethrone a King? Are our resources strong enough?”Oakley sounded worried.“Yes.” Marlon answered.“There isn't more than one hundred and fifty of us.”“Numbers have never stopped