A while later in the night Ella felt a weight sink on the other side of the bed, she was lying in. She was facing away from the opposite side, but she was awake to notice every movement. He took his boots out near the bed with a thump, accessible to stumble upon suddenly; he took his side of the bed. Shifting closer to her, she felt his bare chest on her back through the flimsy night dress, he placed his arms gently around her, closing the gap between them.
"I told you I will be here." he whispered. She stretched her lips into a smile, at least he was here, she couldn't have asked for more.
"I have captured the man who serviced to you earlier. That Prince would have known by now. I would love to see his expression with the gift I have sent him." She didn't react, waiting to hear more.
The man sighed soundly, placing his chin on her neck, "I hate it when the Royals think they know everything. Like when they think that they can pretend to sleep while I babble out to the walls." Still with no reaction, he started tickling her side, which generated the desired gasp from her.
"Stop it!" she breathed out. Resulting in turning to him, she was fidgeting from his hold and his relentless tickles around her, at the same time managing to not fall off from the bed. She repeated for him to stop until she admitted, "Alright! I... heard what you... said..." She jabbed out within short breaths, he stopped to replace his arms around her. She was tired, not due to the tickles she was trying to get away from but the events that were rolling out in her life one after another. Worst part was there was more to come.
"You knew I was awake," she sniggered with her eyes closed, feeling his face under her hands while holding his face affectionately, she opened her eyes to say, "Yet you had to do that." She wasn't complaining, she was making excuses for small talk. "Did you eat?" Ella inquired. "I asked the hotel about you but they said they didn't see you."
Roy rubbed his hands on her closest thigh comforting her, "How do you do it? Improving the danger by a few trivial words like the whole world is fine around you." Her smile faltered with his words. "You had always been like this from the start. You go through problems, yet you had maintained your happy nature around the others. As if you are wearing it as a mask to cover yourself." She was no longer able to keep up the smile, her eyes observing him to continue, "Your mask seems to come loose around me. I am glad it does."
A tear rolled down her ear, she muttered, "I am glad too." Ella brought his mouth on hers, kissing out the pain, turning it in pleasure, he was holding her tighter as well. So tight she was unable to breathe properly and she reminded herself she didn't want to be breathing. She needed to feel him. To have him before they will be dispersed to nothing. Her hands were quick to flung his buttons off, tearing the shirt from the middle. After his shirt was discarded, her hands roamed around his gut trailing upwards till she pulled his neck closer, deepening the kiss.
He pulled down her dress straps from her shoulders, letting her breasts out in the air, his hands around them in no time to entice a relieved moan from Ella. Roy mouthed the bud of her breast, licking and sucking it while giving equal attention to the other, the girl was squirming a lot with loud noises from her mouth. She didn't get a chance to take a breath when she felt him biting her soft belly, the skin there being so tender to touch that every bite he took, led to her clenching her fingers on his arms or the sheets.
Ella's hand reached his trousers which was poking uncomfortably, ready to take their stances ahead, "No Elle." He brought her hand back to her side next to her head. Letting go of her, he covered her with the blanket till her neck, sleeping by her side, his hands were clenched in fists afraid he would lose his resistance over himself and devour his unfinished meal. He was feeling hard down, cursing himself to have not waited a little bit more.
The same couldn't be said about the woman beside him, whom he blatantly rejected, her heart was feeling constricted with varied emotions swirling around, unable to contemplate upon a single one. Knowing what she might be thinking he spoke, "We will wait till we are in safe quarters," repeating her statement from earlier. "I won't settle for a farewell sex." She looked away to admit nothing. Her body was twirled to face his, "I know your body more than you," his hands under the blanket lightly touched her belly, trailing up to squeeze her bosom, erecting a hitch from her throat, "Tell your body to wait for mine, after all it is all mine," he whispered it to her. He added, "We will get out of here safe and together."
Ella's heart pounded with anticipation, with desire, with wait, she was unable to contemplate. She wasn't having enough to think until the feeling went away and all that was left was hope. Hope to have the beautiful future she had imagined to live in. Staring at the sleeping man, she continued gazing until her eyes drooped down.
The morning was greeted oppositely for Ella as she was roused with his mouth on the parts of her body uncovered inside the blanket, his touch compensating the covered layers. Reaching her mouth, he softly purred, "Good morning." Drowsily, she moaned to his welcoming arms fluttering her eyes open to see him.
"Morning," Ella smiled lazily. "What are you staring at?" she found him gazing at her unblinking, which was getting uncomfortable for the woman.
"You." He evidently said. "I didn't know you tasted so delectable in mornings. We should have done this a long way back." She blushed profusely at his admission, countering, "We are around twenty's. We are in this too soon." Her gaze away from his, admiring his bare chest that was creating delightful syncs in the pit of her stomach.
"No darling." Roy rolled over her, covering her with his frame, "We are in this too late." He bent down to capture her lips to signify his revelation.
The entire day was spent by the couple in their suite mostly the bed, teasing and exploring each other, unravelling their deepest fantasies, with none wandering around the susceptible complication. The meals were ringed for to be accepted in the doorstep with strict orders of no visitors and gifts for them, Roy had ensured to keep his woman occupied the entire day until he disappeared a little after midnight.
Giving a last glance to her sleeping form, he clicked the door shut behind him; Scanning the floor to find a cleaner mopping the floor on the other side, he made his way through the stairs instead of the elevator. Making his way to the basement he found his way out of the premises, with his black get up and tanned skin, helping him blend in the darkness of the night except for the street lights switched on occasionally in the unruly path. After a few turns and assurance of not being followed, he entered a wrecked old power station, standing erect with a few volts enough to boost a communication to his people.
The gates dinged open with an eerie sound audible to none in the vicinity, he left it closed to walk further in the building, his footsteps echoed the empty halls of the place until parking stop in front of the only valuables in the damped place. Connecting the wires to the broken monitor, followed by the keyboard with expunged alphabets from it. Managing the whole set to connect the network, he switched the power on for his work to get started.
The connection linked the device he had attached to the CPU, which was the only thing well reserved, for it was the brain to do his tasks. The monitor cracked open eccentrically with the usual greeting surrounding the room, 'Boss', 'Welcome Boss', 'Greetings Boss'. The others bowed their neck in greeting, one of them bowing his upper body fully- the Asian one.
Sparing the greetings, he came to the point before the power would exhaust the integrated connection. "Gentlemen." He addressed in one word grabbing their attention instantly, "Our forces seem to be falling in despair for the past few days." Turning his attention to the third man in the camera, he erectly declared, "Your area is giving me trouble Antonov. The offerings to you seem to have not done the required impact I was expecting." The man, Antonov was visibly panicking with being under spotlight. Each camera had poised faces to point their attention on him, not because he was specifically called for but because he failed to do his task. The task in their community mattered the most to be carried out no matter the cost. Such situations were looked upon as opportunities by the others to take the position.
"I will do as you wish Boss. There won't be any problems this time."
"If you had done that, I wouldn't have called for this meet." Roy's cold rebuttal vibrated the microphones of the listeners, a slight dread filling the audience. The meet felt silent spare for the background noises of clatter of someone at their homes or offices or enclosed areas in unexpected places. The Boss calmed his irritated tone warning the man, "Fix that. What about the girl?" His question was the last straw to that man's position and obedience.
Antonov was nodding his answer, "The girl is under the man's lair. You were right all along Boss. She was captured as a hostage to take the half-sister."