Eli spring up halfway but Belladonna clung to him, her nails scratching against his back, digging into his flesh and drawing blood, her breath harsh against his ear, her chest raising and falling beneath him, her eyes partly closed and filled with lust.
She had no control of herself.
He had thought that her emotions had been merely heightened but the theory that they might have completely taken control over her was something that didn't cross his mind. Despite how much his own desire stood in the way, he knew he had to put a stop to this right now.
His hands move to hers to pull them away from him, but her lips connected with his neck, savoring his flesh, sucking his skin and leaving a hickey behind to evident her brutality.
He groaned, panting, feeling his bulge strain against his pants, as she pressed herself further against him.
His fists that were resting at either sides of her, on the bed, buckled at the feeling that surged through him, making them fall back into the bed, but he caught himself just as instantly, pulling away as fast as possible.
He needed to be stronger than this.
Determined, he pulled away from her, holding her hands down with one of his, a wrist above the other, both in his bondage above her head.
He had moved too quickly that she had no chance to escaped it.
Belladonna whined, glaring up at him, a snarl raising up to her lips. Her features holding a feral sharpness that he had come to believe she had lost over the course of time.
If only she was in control, then he would have no strand of strength holding him back.
"What? You don't want me?" Her breathy voice broke the silence. It sounded hoarse.
Eli frowned.
That was the last ridiculous question she had ever asked him.
"Want you? Your importance to me is far more than that."
"So. Many. Words." She gritted with a suppressed anger. "So many words all the damn time!"
He blinked in shock as she struggled against his hold.
"Donna."
"Arrgh!" She gave her hands a final shake before giving up the fight. "Do you want me or not?"
He licked his lips, trying to find a way to express his feelings in what wouldn't be termed once again as 'too many words.'
'Want' sounded flimsy.
'Want' wasn't enough.
'Want' sounded superficial.
What he felt was more that a mere want.
"I desire you with an unexplainable need."
"I desire you with...." she rolled her eyes, shutting them briefly while the jumbled thoughts in her head threatened to take over once again.
She let out an heavy sigh, Eli's eyes darting to her neck, his gaze following the sweat that rolled down from that part of her body to the slightly revealing part of her chest, before it dissolved into the round, low, neckline of her dress.
"All that thing that you just said." Her gaze was fixed on him yet again, with that glint of anger in them. "So just quit stopping me, Eli. I don't like it."
By Ignas, this was bad.
There had to be a way for him to easily get out of this, for both their good. There has to be--
The knock that came at that moment was a saving grace.
Their gazes flew straight to the door.
"Ignore it. I'm tired of all these knocks."
The knock came again.
"After this one." He promised.
She frowned. "Yeah, you want to run away. I see."
"Donna."
"I knew you were lying, you don't desire me. You don't run away from the things you--"
He brought his lips down to hers, stealing the rest of her words away, pulling away a moment later and racing straight to the door before she could even recover. Swinging the wooden frame open the moment he had his mask on, and his cloth back where they should be.
"Your Majesty," the people at the door greeted. One look at them, and he knew what they were here for.
He had ordered them to be here yesterday.
"We have come with different styles that the Lady might like---" the seamstress leading them said and one of the ladies behind her followed, bringing up different scrolls with different designs, and showing them to the King as she spoke, explaining how magnificent each gown was.
"The gown will be done in three days." Another said.
"Once we have the Lady's measurements--"
Whatever they said next, he didn't quite catch it. He saw the doorknob move from the corner of his eyes and his hand went down on it immediately, pulling the door shut before she would even had the chance to open it.
"Come back tomorrow. My bride is busy at the moment."
The lead seamstress, a plump, tall woman casted him a quick meaningful gaze on instinct, before dropping her gaze to the ground, just as quickly. The rest followed suit.
The King ordered one of them to go and get Lady Kestra, after that, they all left.
It wasn't until they were gone did he realize what that look had meant. His cheeks burnt with embarrassment and he tugged a hand along his collar, the other hand occupied with keeping the door shut. He could hear her muffled voice from the other side of the door, as she complained about the locked door and how everything was unfair.
She added some threats too, like promising to hide his mask when she got a hold of it to teach him a lesson.
Teach him a lesson? How interesting.
He imagined how her reactions would he to all this when this after effect spell would finally wear off.
Kestra was down soon and he was quick to tell her about his plight.
"You should have something to help with the after effect. You should have administered it to her immediately to avoid this."
"I apologize for that, your Majesty but what can help will just be another spell to put her to sleep." Her voice was leveled, and calm, as the hickey on the King's neck caught her eye, one that the collar of his robe couldn't really cover away.
"Should--" her statement was cut short by the banging at the other side of the door, her eyes narrowed with confusion.
"I did not know it was this bad. Should I cast a spell on her, she is obviously getting out of hand."
Eli shook his head.
Not a spell again. He was already feeling absolutely guilty for the recent one.
What more could he use as an excuse to soothe his conscience.
"Nevermind that. I think I can handle my Bride."
Kestra wanted to argue about that, instead a smile played on her lips, till it formed into a blinding grin.
"It is so wonderful to see you finally get your happiness, your Majesty. My wish is that it lasts forever."
"I am grateful for that Kestra, I hope that some day you find yours."
"I---" the words caught up in her throat and she blinked. "Uh--"
The banging at the door increased.
"If any need for you arises, I will summon you. For now, you may take your leave, and thank you for everything Kestra."
With a light bow, she said, "my duty is to serve, and I aim to please."
Then she turned away and headed towards the stairs, while the King slipped back into the room.
Once the door was shut, she swung around, her gaze plated on the wooden frame, the grin on her face now completely gone.
The red glow on her forehead glowed, a shadow casting over her eyes.
It all lasted for a moment, before it was all gone and then she was gone.
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