I opened the door and stepped inside. The room was quiet except for the soft sound of fabric brushing against itself. She was seated behind a desk positioned in the center, her dark eyes sharp and focused as her slender hands worked meticulously over a piece of fabric spread out before her. The intensity of her gaze held a certain glow, as though stars shimmered faintly in her irises. Her hair was haphazardly gathered into a messy bun, loose strands framing her delicate neck, which seemed to call for attention with its graceful curve.
I stepped closer, unable to resist studying her further. She leaned forward slightly, her slender fingers gripping the fabric tightly as she scrutinized it under the soft light. The motion caused the loose neckline of her casual shirt to shift, stretching further and revealing the subtle swell of her cleavage. The curve of her breasts was pronounced, the peaks dark and inviting, as if beckoning me to draw nearer.
"Lost in work again, I see," I said, my voice cutting through the stillness as I approached the desk.
Startled, she straightened abruptly, her small breasts bouncing ever so slightly with the motion. I caught the faintest tremor of surprise in her expression, but my gaze remained steady, locked on hers. This time, unlike before, there was no trace of fear in her eyes. Apprehension, perhaps, but fear no longer lingered in her presence. Considering Lucian was not here to reassure her, it was a marked improvement.
"Your Highness," she said, bowing her head slightly. "Forgive me for my rudeness." Her tone was soft, carrying a touch of nervousness, but her voice no longer quivered the way it used to.
"It's fine," I said with a faint smile. "It makes me happy to see you enjoy my gift so much." I gestured to the fabric in her hands.
Her lips curved into a small, hesitant smile as she looked down at the desk before glancing back at me. "Yes, I am... very happy with it. I don't know how to thank you."
"Think hard," I said, leaning slightly closer, watching the flicker of confusion in her dark eyes. "Perhaps you'll find a way." I paused before adding, "Lucian mentioned you needed me for something—a gift to prepare?"
Realization dawned on her face, her eyes widening slightly. "Ah, yes. Thank you for agreeing, Your Highness." She turned back toward the desk, her fingers absently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Though I didn't expect you to arrive so early," she added, her tone apologetic.
As she spoke, her eyes widened again, and a look of horror crossed her face. "Forgive my appearance, Your Highness," she said hurriedly, raising her hands toward her hair, clearly intent on undoing the bun. "I didn't have time to pre—"
I caught her wrists mid-motion, holding them gently but firmly above her head. The movement forced her to turn toward me, her body now angled close enough that I could feel her warmth. Her breathing hitched as she froze under my touch, her wide eyes locking with mine.
"It's fine," I said, my voice quieter now, almost a whisper. .
"You don't need to change a thing," I added, my tone dipping lower, each word deliberate. My thumb brushed lightly against the delicate skin of her wrist, and I felt her pulse quicken beneath my touch.
Her breath hitched as I moved closer, our proximity forcing her body to shift slightly. With her hands restrained above her head, her breasts pressed together, accentuating the soft curves straining against the fabric of her shirt as my gaze dropped to them. Her scent—dark chocolate and something uniquely hers—filled the space between us, intoxicating and maddeningly sweet.
I felt her tense under my touch, her wrists rigid in my hands, her breathing uneven. Her dark eyes widened as they locked with mine, a mix of apprehension and something deeper flickering in their depths.
"Now," I said, leaning in until my breath brushed against her ear. "Why don't we get to work?"
I released her wrists and stepped back, watching as she stood frozen for a moment before shaking herself out of her reverie. A faint redness crept over her dark cheeks as she turned back toward the desk, the flush of her embarrassment making her look even more captivating.
For a moment, she paused, as though catching her breath, before turning back to me. The air in the room shifted. It was subtle, but unmistakable—a faint surge of essence, a flicker of something intangible that didn't escape my notice.
When I looked up, her dark eyes seemed deeper than before, as though a hidden well lay beneath their surface. The faint shimmer of essence glimmered in her gaze once more Like stars on full night, only brighter this time, and there was something almost hypnotic about the way she looked at me.
Without a word, she stepped closer, gently guiding me to turn around. Her hands moved with practiced ease as she lifted my arms to my sides, her gaze roaming over my body with a deliberate intensity. She turned me around once, her soft touch brushing against my shoulders and waist.
When her eyes drifted downward, she hesitated. I followed her gaze and saw the bulge beneath my casual trousers, prominently outlined, unapologetically visible. I made no effort to conceal it, watching as she stiffened slightly before quickly regaining her composure.
Once she finished taking my measurements, she stepped back, bowing her head slightly. "Thank you for your time, Your Highness," she said softly. Her voice was steady, but her body language betrayed her nervousness.
"There's no need to thank me," I replied, my gaze lingering on the elegant curve of her form as she stood before me. "I don't mind."
I turned and walked out of the room, her intoxicating scent still clinging to me, stronger than before. It followed me up the stairs as I made my way to another destination. Instead of returning to my chambers, I pushed open the door to Elara's room and stepped inside.
The sound of water greeted me, faint ripples echoing from the adjacent washroom. I moved toward the open door and found her there, reclining in the bathtub, her white hair slicked back and her body glistening with soapy water. She turned at the sound of my entrance, her piercing gaze and greenish white eyes locking onto mine.
"Brother," she said softly, standing up. The water cascaded down her toned, firm body, clinging to her skin in droplets that shimmered like jewels under the soft light.
"How was your day?" I asked, stepping closer as she moved toward me, her movements slow and deliberate.
"It was fine," she replied, her voice calm. "I met with Father and Mother, trained a little, and now... I'm here." Her hands reached for me as she spoke, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of my shirt.
She slid the fabric off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. My trousers followed, and my hardened length sprang free, eliciting a faint smirk from her lips. Without a word, I stepped into the bathtub, the warm water enveloping me as she knelt before me.
Her lips parted as she took me into her mouth, her tongue moving with practiced precision. The heat and wetness of her mouth sent a shiver up my spine, and I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm. Her dark eyes gazed up at me, filled with a mix of reverence and hunger.
When I couldn't resist any longer, I pulled her up and turned her around, positioning her hands against the edge of the tub. The soapy water provided a smooth, slick warmth as I slid into her, her moans filling the space as I moved deeper.
Her body tightened around me, her firm muscles trembling under my touch as I gripped her waist. My grunts and her cries of pleasure echoed off the tiled walls, the sounds of our union spilling out into the empty room beyond.
I lost myself in her, in the strength of her embrace and the sheer pleasure of her body. Whatever arousal I'd felt earlier had been nothing compared to this—Elara's presence brought me to new heights, her every movement driving me closer to the edge.
The intensity of the moment consumed us both, leaving no room for words—only the raw, unfiltered connection between us as we moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync.