In the Hands of Fate Pt. 02

"Where I am taking us, there will be proof."

"And just where are you taking us?"

"Somewhere safe, Princess, many people will be looking for you. You are the only living heir."

"What? But I saw Hirundi escape," she exclaimed. "I saw him leave me."

Mikahr shook his head, "He left me as well. I told him that I was going to get you and he left without me. All well though, his helicopter was shot down and crashed before it even got off the ground well. We would have been with him."

"How did you rescue me from the balcony?" Ardress kept up her interrogation.

Mikahr smiled, something she hadn't seen him genuinely do. His teeth flashed, sharp and white in the soft pale lunar illumination.

"What?" she questioned his humored expression.

"There were passages all throughout that palace," Mikahr explained. "Apparently royalty liked to do a lot of creeping around."

"You were watching me; apparently you do too," she added and his dark skin rouged underneath.

"I was ordered by the Prince to watch you and make sure you didn't have any ulterior motives," he defended.

"Poor excuse for someone who claims to be a man," Ardress shot and the air grew thick between them again.

"My manhood is not the question here, we both know that," he shot back and instantly regretted it.

"How dare you throw that in my face," she quietly seethed.

"I'm sorry, but you just...well," he started.

"Take me back to my husband," she demanded on the verge of tears. Mikahr idled the engine again and faced her as she stood to her feet.

"Look, I was out of line," he reasoned.

"Fuck you, you arrogant bully," she hissed.

"Alright, I'm the bad guy. Is that what you want me to say. Come on, Princess, I may have been mistaken about your intentions, but not that fact that you were soaking wet. You wanted to be made love to, admit it."

"What you did to me...that's what you call making love," Ardress snorted a facetious laugh. "You took advantage of my imprisonment in that room and then impaled me with your big...thing."

His expression softened and he stepped closer to her on the undulating craft. She lowered her gaze from his to avoid the intense heat of his eyes on hers. He lifted her chin with his finger. Damn!

"I know that wasn't love-making," he said tenderly. He lifted her fingertips and kissed them softly, kissed her palm and her eyelids fluttered with passion. She still wanted him!

"I would have kissed you like this," he leaned in and pressed his soft, thick lips against hers and the itch came back. He kissed her again and her lips parted against his, inviting his tongue into her mouth. He tiled her head back and deepened the exchange, still tender and languid as he tasted inside her. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed his front against hers, the sway of the boat lulling them romantically.

"I would have taken more time here," he cupped her sex through the sari and she gasped as his hand rubbed softly against her mound. He knelt before and kissed where his hand had just been. His plush lips pushed against her sex.

"I would have been so gentle with you, Princess," he whispered against her crotch and it sent chills up her spine. She quivered as she felt his hands part the split in her sari and caress her bare thighs. His caress rose higher to the apex between her cheeks as he continued to whisper erotically against her melting sex.

"Let me love you like you should have been, Princess," he pleaded and gently spread her cheeks apart in his grip.

She wanted to say yes. Her legs were weak with desire and the itch inside her was unbearable. Her nipples ached, swollen with desire and eager to be sucked and nibbled. Everything in her flesh screamed at her to be with him and yet, she resisted.

"No," she gushed and he instantly backed away and stood.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I just want to make things as right as possible. I know I hurt you Princess, but if you let me, I can bring you so much pleasure," he said sincerely and she almost collapsed from the temptation.