I'm not dirty, I'm creative

The food Lyov brought was nice.

The company was nicer. Pleasant, light, and kind. While Alex could be too quiet and withdrawn at times, and she dearly wished Phoenix knew how to be a little more shy, Lyov seemed to know just how to carry conversation over a meal.

It seemed all too soon when he excused himself to bed in his own room.

Phoenix did not, however, and while she perhaps should have fussed over that...she didn't. Hopefully he wouldn't let it get to his head. He'd get insufferable.

More insufferable.

As she laid back on the bed, his soft lips pressed to her pulse, and slim fingers reached up to her breast. She flushed, gasping, as Phoenix teased his hand around the curve of it. She arched her back and whimpered, pushing into his touch.

Her head swam, dizzy with the thrill of excitement building inside her. Every nerve in her body felt electric and alive; the soft caress of his hand against her breast felt like lightning across her skin.

"That's it. No foolish fussing tonight..." He hummed, kissing her collarbone. "You'll be a good girl, won't you?"

She nodded vigorously, swallowing thickly. "Yes..."

He gave a throaty laugh, pleased and hungry at the same time. "Yes what, kitten?"

"I'll-I'll be a g-good girl..." She stammered, face flushing crimson as he kissed her shoulder, fingers continuing their exploration, gently circling the edges of her nipple with his fingers, teasingly avoiding direct contact.

His hand slid around her back, supporting her as he continued to kiss his way along her collarbone, up to her neck, and down again, finding sensitive spots along her shoulders that sent sparks of pleasure shooting down her spine.

His thumb rolled lazily over her nipple, finally granting her the contact she craved, and she moaned softly, arching up into the contact.

He pulled away abruptly, and she whined, needy.

He smirked down at her.

"Easy, Kitten. All in due time. For now, I'm hungry for your lovely moans~"

She panted, eyes fluttering closed, as he gently gripped her thighs in each hand and spread them open, revealing the most intimate part of her.

His fingertips danced across the insides of her thighs, running slowly down the length of them, feather-light. "I adore your legs, you know...you really are an adorable little thing."

His lips returned to her throat, and his kisses became more insistent, harder, hungrier.

"I want to devour every inch of you, right here and now, my little dove...I want to taste every inch of your delicious little body. I want to lick your silky smooth skin...I want to taste the saltiness of your sweat. I want to smell you, hear you...see you. Feel you." His words were punctuated by soft little nips against her neck, collarbone, and shoulder.

"I want to hear you scream for me." He growled.

With every word he spoke, the fire in her belly burned brighter, hotter. She bit her bottom lip, panting in anticipation, trying desperately to hold onto some shred of composure.

He leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and husky. "Tell me, My Empress..."

His hand reached up, cupping her cheek and forcing her face to turn towards him. Her eyes flicked open, and she was greeted by a devilish smile, glowing golden eyes, and the sight of his tongue darting across his lips.

"Will you let me? Will you let me savor all of you?"

She blinked, confused, but the answer was already spilling from her mouth before she could even form a coherent thought. "Yes."

"Say it." He commanded. "Beg me. Beg for it, Little Dove."

She shivered, voice cracking with lust, desperation dripping from her tone. "Phoenix...please! Please..." She gasped.

He moved down the bed, lowering himself between her legs. She watched with rapt attention, hypnotized, as he dragged his tongue along her inner thigh, tasting her. "Delicious...absolutely delectable...I can't wait any longer."

His lips hovered just above the delicate folds of her womanhood, breath ghosting over wet flesh She was shaking all over now, trembling with the desire to move, but frozen in place by pure anticipation.

She was practically crying.

He looked up at her, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Shall I keep you waiting a bit longer, little one? Perhaps make you beg for me once more~?"

Her mind raced, struggling to catch up to the question he'd just asked. The rational part of her brain screamed that she absolutely shouldn't encourage him...that if he kept teasing her like this, she would explode from pent-up frustration.

But a deeper, more primal side of her overpowered the logical voice in her head. "...N-No...."

"No, what?" His eyes narrowed slightly. "I might forget, you know, and you'll be forced to ask for what you want again."

She whimpered pitifully. "D-Don't make me beg again. I...want...please!"

"Hm? Is there something you want?" He tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Well?"

"...Your mouth on me." She whimpered again, her words sounding far less bold than they had in her head. And barely audible.

A fervent whisper, like a prayer.

He chuckled softly, leaning forward to trail his tongue along the underside of her thigh, brushing his nose against her slick entrance. "That's not good enough. I can't hear you, you know."

"Phoenix..." She groaned. "I want your mouth on me! Please, please...just please, put your mouth on me...I-I can't take much more..."

"What a wonderful response...! You are so submissive and sweet for me..." Phoenix purred, grinning at her, flashing a grin that made her think he could just...devour her whole.

And then, without warning, he plunged his tongue deep into her core, sending a wave of bliss washing through her. He lapped at her greedily, exploring every fold, every crevice, every secret spot that made her legs tremble with ecstasy.

Her breathing hitched, and her heart skipped a beat. She threw her head back and arched up, crying out loudly.

He grinned, grabbing both her thighs in his hands, keeping her steady, alternating between licking her and thrusting his tongue inside her. She tried to match his pace, moving her hips, grinding her womanhood against his face, desperate for more contact.

Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair and yanked him closer, and she felt a shiver run up his spine. The vibration made her gasp, and her grip tightened instinctively, pulling him even harder against her.

He moaned appreciatively into her flesh, the sound sending vibrations through her entire body. She could feel his hands gripping her ass, holding her firmly in place as he pleasured her with his tongue, never breaking stride for even a moment.

The bedroom door opened.

She startled awake with a gasp so harsh she could have been drowning.

Tieya stood in the doorway, looking at her in alarm.

"Empress Isabelle?! Are you okay?!!"

"JusfineI'mjushfine..." She blurted out in a breathless rush that, unfortunately, was not intelligible as a language to Tieya.

She lifted her head just briefly, and then fell back into the pillow again with a groan, dizzy and groggy.

Out of all of them...why him....?

She buried her face into the sheets, the heat of her flush making them hotter.

I want to die and start over...

She glanced over at Phoenix, who was asleep still, currled up and peacefully resting. If she didn't know what a terrible troublemaker he was she might mistake him for being innocent.

It's because he slept in my bed again, that's all...

It surely had nothing to do with the wonderful massage he'd given her.

Surely.