To Devour

Selestia suddenly found herself pushed down on her mattress with her hands pinned on either side whilst Venemiah hovered on top of her. The silence prevailed just like the wind.

His eyes permeated into hers as if she was the prey and he was the predator. Her heart thumped loudly, it felt like it was about to jump off her chest. It would be pointless in concealing that she was rather afraid of the situation.

She was a chaste woman, after all.

In fact, Selestia found no good in involving herself in those activities that might not even benefit her royal obligations. To further judgment, it does, women in empires are to bear children as their tradition.

Even if she knew what duty a woman does, Selestia would still have lived with instilled fear. Especially when she knew not to have any experience.

"What...are you doing?" She struggled to stop herself from stammering. She vied to hide the growing fear inside her.

"You knew not? It's time..." he spoke, though his eyes, and the aggregation of his countenance were expressionless.

Selestia's feet squirmed, and her hands shivered subtly, still, she vied to suppress the fear that felt like it was to eat her whole.

She swiveled her hand to the right to avoid his exploitative gazes. To her, it felt like he was slowly undressing her with his eyes, and there was nothing she could do. Selestia never felt so oppressed, not until now. It was for certain that she had underestimated the Emperor of Thuhelda.

His hand tightly gripped her chin and forcefully swerved them to face him once again, his other held mightily on both her wrists to keep them from moving.

His face gradually drifted to her, slowly, his eyes gave a tiny peck on hers, and deliberately after, he moved away. Venemiah's eyes glowed with a gentle and affectionate gaze which slowly was swallowed by the intensity of wanting more as if he was a hungry wolf.

A predator who wanted to devour his prey.

Thereupon, Venemiah gave her a kiss that sooner turned arduous. The air that she breathed in would not pass through any longer because of the intensity of his kisses. She felt she was about to suffocate.

'What...is happening?' She thought, her mind muddled, Selestia could not think clearly. She wanted to shove him away but her hands were pinned down by his striking strength, and if ever her hands were free, she doubted she'll vie to escape.

After all, it felt like a sweet ecstasy.

She felt taken by the raging fire within his cerulean blue eyes. It was sudden as she felt. The chastity of her virtuous lips was no longer existent, there was only her need to want more.

Even if her lips were no longer chaste, it never felt bad. His kiss felt like a dangerous fire with the sweet sensation of honey or a blooming jasmine laid in the meadow, it felt like she was taking a risk, a risk that she possibly will never regret nor forget.

There again, he distanced from her. But would he call it distant when their lips were almost touching?

He looked so bewitched and mesmerized as if she was the most beautiful woman who have walked the world as if she was the last diamond that prevailed.

Perhaps, he thought that the best female warrior of Uryasha was also the same beautiful woman. But that was ridiculous. Selestia was beautiful but she was not pertained to as most, in her lifetime, the Duchess Freiya was.

She had hair of ebony, chartreuse green eyes, a fair skin, and an innocent expression she always bore. She was rather the opposition to Selestia's description. If they were compared, perhaps Selestia's auburn hair was better, even her eyes the shade of clementine was better. Her dominant expression would have been preferred but it was still no doubt, Freiya was the most beautiful.

Even if her features were more appealing, it was the simplicity yet alluring enchantment of Freiya's beauty that made her covet the title.

Though even if Freiya was the most beautiful, Venemiah doubted not that to him, she was the most beautiful of all.

'I can't think straight...' She sighed, inhaled, and exhaled as she tried to pick her pieces from the fall.

It was a surprise, after all, she never knew her guard was down not until she saw his face so close to hers. Selestia could feel his breaths on her face, his eyes raged with fire that felt like it was never lit for eternity.

It was the fire of his lust.

Once again, Venemiah's lips captured her lips, and he pressed his body on hers, closer and closer as he did. He turned greedy in tasting her lips, it was as if Venemiah wanted more, it was his great longing that felt like he yearned for these kisses for a thousand years to come or more.

He tightly gripped her wrists, tighter than before. He could not surmise what pain she was causing her but only the pleasure both of them could feel.

His intensive kisses were possessive yet needy and longing. The mix of his emotions fluttered with the somersault of her stomach and the pleasure they felt from each other.

The hand that he held her chin with lifted its hand to loosen her mouth from its impenetrable sealing.

Venemiah's lips collided intensely with hers as he nibbled her lower lip. Though it was already extreme, Venemiah did not feel satisfied with close-lipped kisses, he wanted more than just that.

Selestia gasped and Venemiah took this opportunity to explore her, it was an odd feeling as she shivered whilst she felt his tongue explored every nook and cranny of her mouth.

He tasted her.

She was a strawberry-flavored ecstasy, that was what impression she brought to him.

Slowly, his tongue started to tease hers with his. The intensity took a toll on her, she felt her knees shivered and wavered. Her mind turned mushy, no thoughts could ever break free, all she could ever think of was this night and the kiss the two of them were sharing. It was as if she was melting with every collision their lips did.

Venemiah gradually stopped, he gazed at her who was gasping for air. She felt suffocated even if the pleasure was to a greater extent.

His lips trailed kisses on her chin and down her neck. It felt strange and unusual but it was a kind of unusual she liked.

His lips started to kiss lower on her neck, and his hands moved away and freed her, that instant, she took the opportunity to shove him away.

It caught him by surprise, he tilted his head with confusion, his forehead creased, lightly angered.

"I was not ready yet..." she spoke.