"Sadly your brother would have paid an unfair price." Iolas sighed, but continued his path of slow, gentle but tortuous kisses along her neck.
Warm against her skin, his mouth left an antagonizing trail wherever it traveled.

When he latched himself to just below her ear, lips crushing her skin between them, she gasped, first struck with suprise and pain, but before she even had a moment to react, those feelings had turned to a confusing wave of pleasure, which felt as if it had set her skin ablaze. He toyed at her flesh, causing all thought to vacate her mind and making her legs feel like jelly beneath her. She feared they would give way, feared they would be no different from the messy puddle that had become of her insides, and would send her crashing into the floor of the ship.

His breath dragged along her skin as he teased it to the point of bruising, awakening an ache from within her that she had never before found there, and the weight of his body as it pressed her against the timber wall of the ship seemed to simultaneously soothe and to further entice it.

This isn't appropriate. This isn't right.
Feeble as the voice inside her head was, it was commanding nonetheless.
Act like a noblewoman for Gods sake.
But it was too late, she was frozen in place, and was a command she didn't have the will to observe; not when her body willed her to just melt so thoughtlessly into his strong arms. Standing there, smushed between the timber and his firm, warm body, all she could think of was running her hands along his skin and losing herself in his touch. It was a scene she had never expected to play out in her head. Not when the flames of hate had engulfed her heart, snuffing every other emotion with its thirst for dominance.
As though his close proximity wasn't more than enough to have her craving him like fine wine, his words were there to break her defenses even further. 

"I really should have just married you when I had the chance... Cast aside my lust for power, and focused solely on lusting after you." Was the last thing he said before bringing his lips down over hers.

Frozen, her breath hitched, and like a powerful wave a upon rocky shore, his mouth crashed heavily against hers, trapping her head  between the wall and his. She gasped, but the sound was muffled by his mouth. When his mouth met hers, it was sloppy at first, uncoordinated, his lips were chapped from the cold and he tasted like he smelled, heavy with liquor, but not one of these facts did anything at all to dampen its overwhelming affect on her. Like a fire fed more kindling, the heat she felt within suddenly soared, and in that moment she felt more alive than she'd had since the whole dammed war had started.

The smell of alcohol was all over him, drenching his breath. It slipped through her narrow nostrils and flooded her lungs, seeking to intoxicate her. But she knew that not even an entire barrel  of wine could intoxicate her the way Iolas seemed to be able to. The realization made her tremble in his arms, setting her insides ablaze with a raging fire.
Her hands moved on their own volition, grabbing his arms and pulling him closer.
She wanted him.
Adelaide reached a breaking point, returning his kiss with a needy despair. A whoosh of hot breath stole its way out his mouth. It covered hers, bringing an overwhelming warmth to her stomach, and and vibrating hum to her breasts,
She threaded her fingers into his hair, and was rewarded with a deep, throaty groan from the prince, who entangled her even tighter into his arms.

Like a catapult after being fired, the band of her mind snapped back into place, and she realized what she was doing, and before her last drop of good sense could slip away, she managed to catch hold of it.
This had to stop.

Managing to free her arms, which were held in place by nothing more than her own previous lack of willpower, she placed them upon his shoulders and pushed him back.
"Iolas...." She began, breathless of her own accord.
"We cant."
The words came out so unconvincingly, but Adelaide stood in gratitude to herself that she had even been able to make them come out at all.

"Please..." His eyes met hers, begging, looking down at her not with lust, but instead with something... other.
"Please Adelaide..."
He begged again, voice sounding almost broken, desperate even.
"Allow me to give you some pleasure for once, instead of just pain."

In that singular moment, she felt the walls she had so adeptly erected, or at least she thought she had, around her heart begin to crumble and crack.
How could she fight him off when his mere presence brought her alive in ways she had not even dared think of?
What did she have left to lose?
Her people? Family? Even her very freedom had been taken from her, but for the first time in weeks she was feeling something other than cold, bitter, afraid, or weak.
She felt alive, wanton and his obvious, genuine and desperate desire for her in the moment made her feel more queenly than any crown or scepter ever had. For once he wanted to give her something rather than to take, should she let him?
Confusion, longing, and lust spiraled within her, intensifying by the second, and the latter held an almost mystical sway over her like a dry leaf swept off by a roaring wind.

"Alright..."
She agreed, the voice that exited her mouth sounded so unlike her own.
A moan escaped her mouth when he returned his mouth to hers, this time more tentatively, gentle despite his still prevelant lack of sobriety.

His intentions were soft, and this time the kiss was nowhere near as demanding as it had first been, almost as if seeking redemption. She growled in frustration into his mouth. She wanted him. And it wasn’t this gentleness she wanted, not now, not after all this time, and she knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her. She wanted to feel his wrath upon her flesh, all the fire and brimstone that was this villain.
He groaned softly, low in his throat, crushing his lips once again more roughly into hers, kissing her so hard that it left her shuddering, panting and breathless, but pulling away from him was a move she could not attempt; so, she gave in to the pleasure.

Adelaide knew she would probably regret it all when it was done, but at the moment, she couldn't help but give in to kiss of the man who made her tick in ways she never had known possible.
His tounge pressed at her lips, demanding entry, so she parted her mouth, letting him in. Like the serpent in the garden his devilish tounge slid into her mouth and began to wreak further havok on her senses.
Adelaide was no stranger to a kiss, for she and her beloved Simon had stolen many a kiss in the stables, but those had been sweet, shy and chaste experimentations in the midst of an innocent love, nothing at all like the fiery battle of passion and morality that this was.

She deepened the kiss, her hands gliding under his jacket and across his chest to explore his muscles through his thick white shirt. She could feel his heart beating beneath her palm, almost as hard as hers. Without breaking the kiss, he gripped her waist, pulled her away from the wall and guided her to the bed, doing his best not to stumble, he helped her to lay down, another unexpected rock of the ship sped up his plans and they both half- crashed into the bed of fur. He landed atop her, but managed to brace himself with his arms, saving her from the extent of his weight. After a brief second of recovery, they simultaneously reached for another kiss. Lips molded together and tounges finding one another again.  Although the fabric of Adelaide's nightdress was as thick as decency demanded, it did nothing to stop Iolas' warmth from seeping through. She could feel the heat emanating from his unusually hot being, it engulfed her, forcing the coldness of the evening into oblivion.

He placed his hands on her hips, apparently savoring the feel of her luscious backside through her the folds of her clothing, breaking from the kiss he returned once more to her neck, and began once more to tease and toy at the delicate flesh with his lips, teeth and tounge, and as his mouth began to trail lower, his hands did the opposite, the pair began traveling upward, roaming over her waist and settling upon her breasts. A moan of newfound pleasure escaped her when he began to cup and mold her into each of his palms through her nightdress. Her core throbbed with his every caress, it was then that she became aware of slickness between her thighs.
With each passing second, she could feel more of her decency slipping away, she was loosing herself to the pleasures of the flesh.

It was when Adelaide had all but completely surrendered to him, euphoric with desire and willing to give into whatever he planned to do next with her body that he suddenly went limp, collapsing on top of her into a deep slumber.

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A/N:
Wheeewww. That took some work. I hope I properly convayed this scene for you all, as these types of intimate scenes are always the most stressful for me. Cant wait to hear what you think.
Have a great week everyone
-QueenOfGeeks