"I thought you were going to find Cora."
"You thought wrong." He walked in long strides, her keeping up with him to their suite, yes 'theirs'. He never imagined to feel a strong connection when he said that. Taking turns when reaching their floor, Ella crashed into someone, while blindly following with Roy.
"Ufff..." Her hand shifted from his hold.
"I-I am sorry mam. Are you alright?" The fellow asked with concern, finding it difficult to understand how he bumped into someone while walking along the spacious area. Even so, it was a silent moral code to apologize the customers whether it was the hotel's fault or not.
"I am so sorry too. I didn't see where I was going. Please... excuse us." Her reply shocked the man, who blinked after her departing picture. He couldn't have said much for her greeting to him formally, as the man accompanying the strange woman was already resuming to their destination. It was rare to find any customer accepting their mistakes, especially with their status, which was answer enough for them not to answer to anyone.
Ella was holding her footing through Roy's support, clinging on to him where he wasn't slowing down. "Why are you in a hurry-" She asked as she entered the room, with him closing the door shut and pouncing on her lips right there. She was late to react to the surprises he would induce constantly.
"Next time... a little... head start would be nice," she panted after he broke the kiss. He grinned placing her feet on his, and walking funnily with her clinging on to him. "Words happen to be swallowed in the act," he harshly uttered.
He made her lean back on the bed with him hovering after, "Roy, I am feeling very strange impulses whenever you are around me." She didn't feel she had anyone else to speak about her changing emotions, her mother came to her mind but she discarded it when she remembered the night, she held the gun to his head. She knew her mother would be carrying the gun with her at all times while staying in the palace.
"And? What do these impulses make you behave?" He kissed her shoulder, after pulling down the sleeve, making her stifle a moan, shivering at the bare contact.
"I don't know." He gently guided her to lie down, moving to her collar bones to the expanse between her breasts. "Try harder," he replied absently, his body focusing only on hers to feel, explore the restricted layers one by one. He was on it by unzipping her dress from behind, absorbing her hesitation with small kisses around her neck. She sighed in his tenderness to take care of her, memorizing the moments spent with this man, the man she was going to marry.
The thought didn't surprise her but excited her. In her heart she always knew she would be compatible with someone like him, that was why she wasn't able to reciprocate with Nick before. Then the Prince. All men in her life didn't leave a great impression, yet she was ready to accept only him.
"Wait!" He was proceeding with unhooking her bra, until he stared in her eyes with question, "You don't want to?"
"I-I do. I can't do it here." He continued gazing, his thumb rubbing on the wrinkle of her cleavage back and forth. She coerced herself to not be distracted in his actions, cupping his face she said, "We aren't in safe quarters. I don't trust this place as long as we are here." Her worry was on reasonable grounds, Roy kissed her hands, her lips, compensating their time with their brazen lips against each other.
Pulling back, he brushed her hair, "I hate that you are open to reason in moments like these," enveloping his form around her, ensuring they contacted their bodies. "I will take you in my room with your mother aware in the next room." She gasped at his suggestion, "You wouldn't!"
"I will have to, if she decides to park herself in your room every night just to keep you away from me. I wonder what would she think about us now." Roy nuzzled his nose in her exposed upper part, succeeding with his stubble. Her skin set off being sensitive to the touch, she didn't trust herself to keep up with it when they will do more than mere kisses and hugs.
"She would be very angry." She answered the obvious.
"Very, very angry, yes."
"I don't think she had let that gun off of her," Ella chuckled at the thought, her chest vibrating through it.
"I know. Why do you think I was always waiting to meet you alone?" She snickered at his retort. "Is the CEO of the Kings' afraid of his fiancé's mother?"
"The CEO of the Kings' is not showing his intentions to his fiancé's mother. Yet." He corrected, rolling her with him, giving her access on the top.
Ella pecked his lips, "Thank you." Her eyes shone with delight, tracing his face with her finger. He grabbed her finger in his hand complaining, "I am feeling hot."
"Oh." She began getting up from him to let the air pass, he pulled her back telling, "I meant I want you to undress me." He gazed her eyes registering his words, her eyebrows rose up then she tucked a strand of her lose hair behind her ear, giving him a glance, she placed her fingers on the button of his shirt.
Ella never thought that unbuttoning a shirt could be so trembling for her fingers that she was focused in the task diligently. After freeing three of them she looked up to meet his eyes, "Feel better?"
"No. Still hot." He gestured by wriggling his leg with hers, as if being uncomfortable in his clothes. She went on to free the buttons from the holes, her view coming into line on his form, the hair lined from his chest to his stomach and down there to disappear in his trousers. Ella was in a sitting position on Roy by the time she undid the last button. Moistening her lips, she trailed her eyes to his, which were already on her, she felt a string of butterflies in her stomach, if that was what happened. She just felt something in her guts, drenching her to get away from the emotions.
He crunched himself up to her position, taking out the shirt from his body and tossing it somewhere far, she didn't know as she was engrossed in his display, her face was burning but she roamed her eyes on him. "You look good." Involuntarily, her hand touched the part of his abs, which was neither too lean nor too much muscle. Touching him up to his neck, she brushed her lips against his, holding his jaw and neck she wanted him to know she was sorry for not giving him what he wanted from her. Because he was here to give all he has got.
"I am-"
"Shh... I know. I know it all, love." His arms were around her immediately, she leaned in, wishing they were able to be closer.
Sometime during the night, they slept next to each other, clad happily where they belonged. The morning showed the aftereffects of going hungry for more than twelve hours. Roy stretched out from his side, making certain Ella was not disturbed, to call for the breakfast to be served in the room.
By the time Ella was awake, Roy was gone leaving a note to eat the breakfast as he went to make calls. Taking the note, she knew he was talking about searching Cora. Now that they had progressed their relation, he was in a hurry to call this mission off by completing it sooner. She was contented he was making effort, but she knew it wasn't the only reason she was here. She had to meet Zayn Khan before leaving Dubai, even if her fiancé would not approve.