The Prince's Indentured Bride

kissing and running

“You look handsome.” If I didn’t know his smile could get even brighter, it did, and I was happy that I complimented. “I work hard to maintain the package baby.”

I laughed at how ridiculous I was to think he could be better than an ass!

“Ohh… Looks like our starters are here!” My stomach grumbled in response to the mention of food, which was finally coming in as the waiter came in holding a tray.

For the rest of the night we chatted, and kept on talking about work, life, old acquaintances, his equations with my father, and how he will be on a work trip to Paris Fashion week for a week in the coming months, which was strangely making me feel nervous of missing him already, and all this time my eyes kept falling on his lips and the thought of having them between my teeth kept creeping in.

“That’s an amazing idea. I will let Santoshi know about this.” He said, as we walked back to his car, where I stood for him to open the passenger door.

About the shoot for the monthly magazine which both of us will be sharing, I suggested a few delicate touche ideas of showing the rivalry and understanding our professions through different poses, where it could depict on how different everything was and how insanely interconnected all the things are.

“I think we are missing something.” He said it while leaning towards me, and my heart entered a drumming competition to win the first place. Was he asking for a kiss? Did he also reciprocate the attraction I’ve been feeling all night?

“The weather is too good to miss a walk in the night.” Taking my left hand, he lifted it in the air by interlinking our fingers, “Feel the breeze.”

He moved them in a sync of rhythmic waves. Feel my touches. That’s what all of it felt like, when he pulled me and forced steps into the gravel footpath beside.

“Isn’t the moon looking beautiful.” He kept his stare fixed on the ethereally shining moon. But in situations like this isn’t it normally like the best time to compliment the girl and plant a life sucking kiss?

“I don’t know how the moon can look extra beautiful one day and not the other day. For me it is always the same old grandmother white dot on the sky.” I replied to his compliment on the moon.

Maybe I was jealous. Only a tiny bit.

“That is why it is a classic beauty and no star can beat it’s beauty.”

I understand where he was coming from, like how nobody can replace my father in my life, a hole unfilled, in the same way nothing can shine as beautifully and brightly captivating as the moon does with its silver light.

I didn’t know if he simply meant it in a simple statement of beauty or he had a story behind such a deep thought, and if the latter was the case, I wanted to know about it too.

He finally turned around and looked at me. Directly into my eyes, and this time I didn’t feel that nervous weird feeling in my stomach. It looked way more intense and deeper, his gaze, as if telling me something I couldn’t refuse to understand.

“F.e..” I am sure that was a plain out curse he did under his breath, and then closed his eyes for like a milli second and then opened it again. This time it had a different feeling, like a burning fire which wouldn’t calm down with any amount of water supply.

After zero more seconds he leaned forward and put his lips on mine. I smiled and tucked my hands to the collar line of his blazer, as he took in my upper lip between his lips. A small moan escaped my throat as he bit it, and our bodies collided as he pulled me into him and the heat between our clothes was unbeatable even under the cold breeze.

Taking a moment to breathe in, he cupped my face between his palms and looked straight into my eyes, which ignited the lower part between my legs and I dashed in for another kiss.

I took my little revenge of biting his lower lip, and the plain fabric on me did not the greatest job to hide on how turned on Kriag was right now. Having him right now, here, on the middle of a street should’ve been an option!

Our breathing went on as heavily as the s****l attraction throughout the evening. I longed more for him as he failed to cover up his desire of a moan when I let in a finger to trace an ab through the button hole of his shirt.

“We should –” His voice came out breathy and hoarse, and I could listen it all day but a set of continuous whistles blew at us and broke the line of events. “Who is there?” Someone shouted from a reachable distance, maybe a guard on duty.

“Get a room. This is a public area!” He screamed for the message to pass on to us, which was not required at all, as Kriag took in my hand and started running.

We ran for a few minutes, reaching a nowhere place, and our breaths hitched due the continuous running and of course the hot kiss. Make out?

“Why did we run?” Kriag asked while laughing. “Asks me.” I added.

OMG! We kissed.

And we just ran. We kissed. We kissed.