"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis."
- Dante Alighieri
I looked anywhere but his eyes.
"d-did something happen, your majesty?"
I didn't earn a response in return, instead I heard rustling and moving a bit. Cian had quietly moved towards the door.
"Do not let anyone inturrupt us, we are in concentration training, thank you"
I heard Cian talk to the guard and for some reason, I heard a click.
He had locked the door.
I'm in a locked room with Cian.
He elegantly walked towards the chair that he had pulled in front of me.
What do I do.
I should for starters calm my beating heart. Why does he do that to me. I don't deserve such cruelty. He is so cruel for making me feel all of these unknown emotions.
"Signy".
My breath hitched. I forgot how to breathe.
"Please look at me sweetheart"
I blushed at his nicknames and tried to look up. But I couldn't look anywhere near his face.
He let out a small sigh and reached a hand towards my face. He held my cheek in his palm. I subconsciously nuzzled it without controlling my actions. He made me feel things that I wasn't sure how I was feeling them.
"I want you to call me by my name"
I tried to look at him in the eyes
"C-Cian"
I noticed his chest stopped moving when I called his name. His face full of content and satisfaction an emotion that resembled love and adoration danced in his brown eyes.
I just used his name it's not a big deal. I'm definitely not freaking out right now.
Yet, when he calls me by my name, it makes me feel like throwing myself at him. I was happy to see that I have earned a reaction out of him too.
I then proceeded to do something stupid.
I got up because I felt like kissing him.
He got up for some reason when he saw me get up too. I couldn't let my nerves take over.
As I tried to leave the room, he grabbed my wrist gently, silently begging me with his eyes to not leave.
I couldn't take it.
I wanted to feel what I had felt last night in my dreams. I wanted to feel his lips against mine.
The look he was giving me made me impulsively reach out to him and grab his face.
I planted my lips on his.
I wanted to kiss him so badly that I finally did it.
"You're so addicting" I let out as my lips were on his. He kissed me back as if he was relishing the feeling of my lips against his.
It was even better than last night's dream.
His lips moved against mine gently yet hungrily. It felt like he wanted me as much as I had wanted him.
His breath smelled just as good as himself, his lips soft and plump, moved against my own like they were dancing. He knew what I wanted.
I wanted him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and didn't break our passionate kiss.
It felt so good to have kissed him like that, even better than how I had fantasized of kissing him.
I felt his hands under my thighs as he picked me up and put me on the table. My legs had instinctively wrapped around his hips. He made me feel all of this and I couldn't deal with it. It felt way too good. He was way too addicting.
He wrapped his strong arms around me and deepened the kiss. I was either a cat in heat or he had turned me into one because once he was too close on me, I had let out a moan of need for him. He looked just as high on his need for me. He let out a growl of his own. His uniform that consisted of black pants and a red button up shirt with his black mantle had looked so good on him. He looked absolutely delicious and mouthwatering. I wanted him so bad. He is my mate and I wanted him to mark me as his, and I had my own ideas to mark him as mine.
As if he read my mind he growled out after we broke the kiss "Please let me be the only one to hear you like this. Be mine and I'm only yours, and I would not want it any other way, darling" his dark brown hair was messy with my hands going through them. He was a sight to behold.
As I noticed the position we were in, I quickly tried to get off the table. This looked so wrong in any direction you would look at.
I couldn't have wanted any other way for my first kiss.
"T-thank you, C-Cian"
I let out as I stood on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. He looked surprised with my actions but he broke into a smile in happiness.
"What are you thanking me for, my queen"
My eyes widened at his new nickname. He already thinks of me as his queen. I have never cared about the titled but this felt more personal than just a title.
I whispered "That was my first k-kiss"
His eyebrows furrowed as he took a step towards me and I took one back.
Did he not like that I've never been kissed?
Or was it perhaps because I was inexperienced?
The possibilities had rushed through my brain left and right, however, what he said was more terrifying than my own thoughts.
"That was not our first kiss, my love"
My heart hammered in my chest and my head, what does he mean.
He must've seen the terrified and confused look on my face.
What he said next made me nearly pass out as the realization hit me.
"Last night was our first kiss, my darling"