The Prince’s Bride

Arousal.

Shame.

If the floor could open up and take Dalia with it, that is exactly what she will prefer.

With Lucien’s mouth still close to her ear after speaking of such words to her, it doesn’t help her state, as instead of her arousal to completely disappear, rather, she begins to feel a particular liquid moist her inner thighs and begin strolling her thighs.

Lucien groaning even more harder this time, as his hands On Dalia’s waist grips her harder, making a gasp escape her lungs, while she stares at the darkening of Lucien’s eyes, whom his wolf fight to take control.

Never in Lucien’s life has something or someone rip out this amount of control from him, as anytime he is with a woman, he has the upper hand, yet, this seems to be difficult in this case.

“I’m sorry...I...maybe I should go wash myself...”

“No!” Lucien’s voice coming husky and commanding cutting Dalia off of her statement, as instead of fear to creep heart, she finds the moisture in her legs deepens.

“I apologize..” Lucien closes his eyes trying to compose himself, as when he does open his eyes, Dalia views the blackness in his eyes to diminish. “Yes, maybe you should indeed do as you have said.” Lucien nods gently, with his hands behind her back dropping gently.

Dalia doesn’t say another word, as with one last look at Lucien, she takes her legs hurriedly away from the room, into any female ward she can find. Once Dalia successfully spots one, she gets in, as when she closes the door, she finds herself having her back on it, with her heart still beating vastly.

The feeling of having Lucien’s mouth close to her ear, his hands on her body and the darkening of his eyes, all which just brings immense pleasure to her by thinking of it. Dalia gulps hardly, trying to eradicate the felling from her body, as she knows she has an event to return to.

An event which requires her to dance erotically with a certain prince, that gets her thighs soaked.

Dalia with all her might, raising up the mermaid gown it is she wears, as her hands goes up her thighs only to confirm her statement, with the pool of wetness she feels between them. She grabs the water close to her, as she begins washing herself thoroughly till she feels no silky liquid between her thighs, even though she may still perceive it in the air, which once she cleans herself properly and leave the feminine ward, such smell should diminish also.

It doesn’t take long to be through with her predicament, still with a thought in her head of not wanting to recall anything that deal erotically with Lucien, as the way she feels and how easily he is able to make her this way, she can’t understand. Something which no man has ever had this adverse effect to her.

It’s just been days of having known the prince, yet, here she is already craving his touch on her body, already burning to see him and hear his next words. 

Dalia gulps again, but this time she stares at herself in the mirror, as the green eyeshadow that cascade her eyes, pop the little eyes which she holds. She continues to stare at her reflection and how flushed she looks, even with the makeup she has on. 

Dalia feeling she is wasting enough time, takes her cue to leave back to the room, as on getting back to the hall, she finds that the first dance has just ended, which only means, the next and final dance is just seconds away.

“My apologies, we missed the first dance.” Dalia speaks upon reaching Lucien, whom in turn views better composed and relaxed, as a smile now lay his lips. 

“You have nothing to apologize for Dalia.” Lucien informs her honestly. “The second is about to begin, so you need not worry.” Lucien adds, whereas Dalia nods with her head scanning the room, as princes and the couples seem to take a break, when her gaze meets that of prince Jullian and he passes her a light nod.

The music which fills the room, swifts instantly, as the violinist work on their strings harder, as one can see their head moving fervently with their actions. With Dalia’s gaze on Lucien, it doesn’t take words for them  to know what’s next.

Each prince and their second, taking back the space, as everyone seems ready for dance to commence, including Dalia and Lucien.

The notes on the violin going even higher, signaling the commencement of the dance, as the elders watch in utter concentration, seeing every prince and their seconds all having the same stance, such as: The makes having their hands on the females waist, before swirling them rotationally, such that Lucien and Dalia act upon.

Dalia’s gaze lands back on Lucien’s, with a smile cowering her lips, already feeling the fun and eroticism of the dance, as the same with Lucien. 

The dance continues, with Lucien having his arms wrapped around Dalia’s waist, raising her up that he swirls with her, earning deep reactions from the two, as when he drops her, she goes back to swirling alone as he holds her hand up steady, such that once she swirls finishes, Dalia performs according to the dance, by having her back go down, with her legs in front, as though she is about to fall, but Lucien’s hands stays by her back, holding her steady.

Dalia’s breath becoming to quicken, as per the dance, each male begin trailing kisses up their second’s thighs, earning the eroticism that this dance is supposed to give. As Lucien’s mouth trail up her thighs, Dalia gasp in shivers, as with each kiss so does his gaze remain on her, viewing her entire seduction from him, while her moans ring music in his ears, more sweeter than any the violinist plays.

The music still in full effect, as it takes another note, while they take that as cue to switch positions, with others. As they dance, so do the princes move from one female to another, and the females do the same, until the music changes, meeting Dalia stuck in Julian’s hands, preparing for another turn in movements.

Jullian have a smirk work his lips, as he locks gazes with Lucien, whom has his eyes monitoring their every move, while he dances with yet, another female.

Dalia still with Jullian, as his hands move around her back, while they dance in the same rhythm, but one thing still misses in Dalia, as no matter how she and Julian dance, it does not give her the effect she feels with Lucien.

The notes changes once more, taking them to switch positions again, until they are right where they should be, with their rightful prince. Now having his hands on Dalia, Lucien makes sure to devour Dalia’s body, as with each stroke, it’s send electrifying impulses to the two, something beyond natural and explainable.

Something raw and erotic.

The instrumental finally coming to an end, as Dalia’s chest grace up and down the open cleavage she wears, with Lucien staring at her in full ecstasy of what a dance he has just had. 

And indeed the legend is correct, as the dance does bring trust and affection towards the two souls.

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“There are five categories in which the competition is taken place.” Lucien explains to Dalia, as they walk the palace grounds.

Lucien in his usual outfit of  putting his black coat upon whatever it is he wears, as he always appears formal, whereas Dalia stays in a duchess material made in a form of a body fitting gown.

“And what May these categories be?” Dalia questions, as when Lucien had come to her room for her to take a walk with him, she was first taken back by his words, not that she didn’t want that, infact she was excited, especially when the prince said, it is also as a way to tour her around the palace.

“The first which is usually in logical reasoning, as they test how effective one is at thinking.” Lucien explains to Dalia, as when they pass by a garden, Dalia halts in her steps to drool at the beautiful varieties of the flowers that fills the garden.

“Wow, it really is beautiful.” Lucien also halting in his steps seeing Dalia’s attention taken by the garden.

“It is, yet, there are others more beautiful.” At Lucien’s words, Dalia’s gaze snaps back to him, in curiosity and excitement. “We’ll see them, if you can keep up.” Lucien says with a smirk on his lips, as he doesn’t wait for Dalia’s reply when he begins walking, with a running Dalia behind him, as he chuckles gentle to himself.

“You say logical reasoning, in terms of what?” Dalia asks after catching up with Lucien.

“Well, it could be in terms of a war threat or when faced in setting disputes.” Lucien answers.

“But, how am I supposed to go about that, when I have no knowledge of such?” Dalia questions.

“Relax Dalia, do not forget whom it is you have as your prince.” Lucien speaks with a cocky smile on his lips making Dalia scoffs loudly.

“Oh how can I forget, the high and mighty prince Lucien zeek.” Dalia mimics with her lips chuckling along with Lucien that she forgets her steps and misses one of it, taking her dashing to the ground, but before she can land herself down, Lucien’s speed takes him faster than she can, as his hands are pulling her back, catching her around his arms, with Dalia’s chest raising and panting effectively, as Lucien only holds her tighter with his gaze permanent on her.

“It seems, I’m really the high and mighty Lucien zeek, my lady.” Lucien mimics with a big smirk, that Dalia doesn’t even know when her lips reverts into an exclusive smile that sends the both into a moment of bliss and excitement.