“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
Marlon's men had moved faster than he had expected. It wasn’t dawn yet, and Deleav was already briefing him on what the scouts had seen. General Torunn, along with one-hundred of Zuff’s finest soldiers, were already a day’s ride away from the red sands desert. They had to move quickly. His first in command had also notified him of the coup that was brewing because of the Princess. He had known it would cause trouble and a certain unrest among the men. That was the very reason he hadn't wished to share this information with his men. It had been a wrong move in hindsight, but now it was too late. The task of protecting her and carrying out his initial mission was appearing to backfire on him, and instead was forcing him to have to work double time to ensure everyone’s safety.“Marlon, you have to get her out of here, now
He walked over to the bed and noticed she wasn’t there. A jolt of panic shot through him. Where was she? Surely that young whelp that was standing guard at the door didn’t let her escape, again. He was relieved when he heard a soft humming noise coming from the direction of his bathing chamber. He saw her silhouette cast upon the sheets he used as a makeshift partition for his personal bathing quarters. He watched her step out of the bath. He couldn't seem to stop looking at her, and slender womanly curves. He tried not to get aroused by the sight of her. It was already too late. He felt like a schoolboy with a crush. He stood quietly and his eyes indulged in the beauty of her. He could see the outline of her perfect breasts, down to her narrow waist and spammed to her wonderful hips and slender legs. He found himself thinking of putting eac
So what was it? The holy men on the Island would have the answers. He wished they could stay there in that moment just enjoying each other's presence, but he knew he would only be delaying the inevitable.“Then I will leave you to it. I will wait outside while you get dressed and packed.”She leaned in closer to him.He could smell the lavender bath salts she had used, and it awoke his groin. He knew he had to get away from her before he lost his self-control. Without a word, he turned around and left out of his room. Flossina was left alone to her personal tasks. She felt silly now that she was all alone in the room. He just wouldn't touch her anymore, and for some reason that made her feel upset, which was
“Auferetur !” He commanded, and they were back in the air, flying across the desert. ****She enjoyed the feeling of freedom she was experiencing as they flew over the beautiful scenery. She realized she had missed quite a lot before. She hadn’t noticed how lush and tucked away the place Marlon had taken her after escaping castle Meadowbrooke until they had landed. She marveled at how green and full and magical it felt. She wanted to ask him how he had come to find this place but she didn't. He had called the place "The Grove" and she understood why now. It was tucked away far back into the forest hidden behind a small wall of rocks. They had landed beside it. When t
“I see. Please, ah forgive our intrusion.” She stood then making sure to grab her cloak. “Thank you for the meal.” She quickly left the cottage.Flossina felt tears stinging her eyes as she walked down the dirt path.The old woman seemed so angry at her mother and the chaos that was ensuing because of her murder. It wasn’t her fault, she thought as she strode onward. Marlon had looked shocked at the old woman’s speech, but for some reason, Flossina wasn’t. She couldn’t blame the old woman for not wanting to help. It was not her fight. It was Flossina’s.She stopped and surveyed her surroundings. She stood by a babbling brook. The water was crystal clear. She could see the mo