My Promise to My Four King Mates

The Sun - allow me

I am truly not sure why, but I do want to remember! I want to know what our connection is, because I can feel it buzz under my skin every time I just think of him. I can feel it every time my eyes lay on him or when he looks at me, when I feel his scent or when I catch a glimpse of something that simply reminds me of him.

It's like a strange tie we have one that somehow aches when it is not as it's supposed to be. So yes. I want to remember. Remember him. Remember myself. Remember us...

My request seems to fuel him with courage, or maybe it's just that he wanted my consent for this. Because as soon as I say that, he dips right in for my face, his hands taking a hold of my face, cupping my cheeks tightly. His thumbs brush slowly under my eyes as if he was trying to make sure it was me and not a simple mirage.

"I am not sure that it will all be back, and I don't expect us to have what we had-" he starts talking slowly, softly, his voice a gentle whisper, as he guided me up, to stand in front of him, bending down just a little to close the distance between up. "- but I want you back. " he muttered with a very determined look on his face. something inside me felt like it was going to melt, or burst, or simply come alive and rip a hole right through my chest, just to hold him.

"Cyro-" I find myself whispering, my voice shaky, my lower lip trembling lightly as I speak, eyes teary.

A smirk crossed his lips and before any of us could say anything anymore, his lips clashed on top of mine and his tongue pushed right between my lips, meeting my tongue and starting a strange, passionate, wild and completely frenzied dance. I am not sure where from I remember, but I do. My arms wrap around his neck and his leave my face when he is sure I am not going to break the kiss and wrap around me, pulling me closer, my body pressing against his. I feel one greedy hand leave my lower back, and stroking over the curve of my ass, gripping the skirt of my dress and slowly lifting it, so he could touch my skin.

The way my skin tingles as soon as his fingers brush over my bare skin starts a very familiar warmth right between my thighs. The hand that was on my lower back now moves up the curve of my back, tracing my spine before settling on the back of my neck, gripping it. Our kiss breaks but his face does not move far from mine. I feel my eyes flutter open and when they do, they land on his starved expression. His nose touches against mine slowly, and his lips brush over mine as he speaks again.

"I missed the taste of your lips-" he whispers, his lips catching my lower one. He takes a step back and he hits the wooden table, pulling me along with him. "-I missed the taste of your tongue and the feel of your body under my hands-" his smirk broadens, the starved look only deepening as he already looks like he is devouring me, his hand giving my ass a squeeze.

Cyro's touch is incredibly warm. His skin on top of mine feels like a heated blanket and the warmth does not hesitate to swallow my whole body when he presses me against him again, his thumb hooking on the elastic of my underwear, tugging at them slowly, while his other hand dips into my hair, grabbing it tightly and forcing my head backwards, exposing my neck to him, to his starved eyes.

A short moan of approval escapes me and I feel my cheeks tint with the shame I feel going down my spine, settling in my pelvis along with that hot warmth that makes me press my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure that builds right within my core.

"Hhhng~" My lips part with a loud moan that fills the silence of the room, making me feel even more self conscious when his lips touch my neck and he starts peppering wet, hot kisses down my neck, towards my exposed collar bone, where he bites greedily.

"I know-" he breathes out harshly, "-marking you is forbidden." he seems to struggle to even talk, his fingers sinking into my flesh almost painfully, another moan escaping me. "It's forbidden until you allow me to-" he breathes out harshly, licking my collarbone slowly.

My lips part to ask a few more questions on whatever the hell he was talking about, but his hand releases my ass and slowly moves to the front of my panties, his fingers stroking over my panties, right above my privates, making me swallow back whatever I wanted to ask him right now.

His teeth graze against the junction of my neck and my shoulder and I feel him tense.

"Stop me-" he hisses through gritted teeth, before his lips press into the same spot. "Stop me, before i start a f*****g war because of you!" he seems slightly panicked that he is going to lose his control over himself and before I even get to say anything, he pulls back with a loud pained groan, his fingers dipping down and pressing right over the entrance of my cunt, making me gasp lightly from the sudden touch.

I am sure my panties are already wet and there is little I can do about it now, when he plucks away the fabric, moving it out of his way, his fingers dipping right between my folds, spreading the warm juices all over, his forehead falling forward, meeting mine. His breath is ragged and mine becomes like that too, when he finds the small little bundle of nerves.

"I want you, Everyn." he breathes out, voice hoarse and throat dry. "I want to burry myself inside you. I want to hear you scream my name again tonight." His fingers circle my clit, his rhythm picking up along wit my heart beat. "Tell me I can do it! Tell me you want me between your legs!" he demands.

My thoughts seems to not be coherent anymore, because the pleasure radiating from my pelvis spreads all over my body, making any thought melt away.