"Very well Adelaide, I'll do it."
His agreement to her most radical proposal hung heavily in the air for a few tense moments.

"You will?"
She asked after a nervous swallow, in an almost disbelief, but before he could speak again, she continued.
"Good." The finality in her voice seemed more like the scratching of a quill at the bottom of a contract than it did anything else. There was no turning back now.

Adelaide took a breath, her resolve to loose her virginity quickly being matched with a nervous energy at the realization that it was actually, and truly about to happen. Reaching down to the fabric of her nightdress which was pooled around to her ankles, she gripped it with the intent to pull it up above her waist and get the whole thing over with.

With a fistful of white material in her grasp, she made it about halfway up to her knee before Iolas's hand reached out and grasped it.
"Stop." He commanded softly.
"But you agreed..." She began to argue.
"I know what I agreed." He shook his head, pulling her hand from her dress and bringing it up towards his mouth.
"But not like this... not rushed, not dutifully.
His lips gently brushed her knuckles, his statement filling her with a mixture of thrill and anxiety, and his light as a feather kiss sent a shower of sparks down her outstretched limb.
"Relax princess."
His voice was as soft as silk as he spoke, yet a wave of his undeniable power over her clearly streamed from his direction.
Pulling away from her he grabbed at the blankets and motioned for her to go under them.

After both had crawled under the furs, he peeled them partway back, exposing the upper halves of both their bodies.
For the first time, he allowed his eyes to roam her body with her knowledge; she watched him as he did, following his eyes as he openly took in her curves. Adelaide did not feel violated by his gaze, though in that moment he looked upon her in the same fashion as so many cruel barbarians had before, though the difference was the dark brown orbs of the prince held no ill intent, or malice, in fact, they only seemed to draw her in.
After a brief moment, his brown eyes returned to hers.
"Are you still sure this is what you want? Tell me it isn't and I swear to never mention this again."
He asked, and though he spoke with hesitatance, and words of genuine  concern, their was no mistaking the flame of already built lust now burning in his eyes.

It was clear that despite his obvious desire, he was still on the fence, guilted by his past, and the weight of what she was asking him to do, as the storm clouds of conflicting emotions her request had earlier brought on had not yet ceased brewing in his eyes.
Adelaide took a ragged breath, In that moment, she knew what she had to say to get her way.
"I want this." She began, running her thumb over thumb just once.
"I want you Iolas." It was the truth, only the old Adelaide would have never made such a wanton statement, never used her wiles in such a way. It was ironic in a way, for in that moment she felt as if she were using his old modus operandi against him.

His brows furrowed again in further conflict and the prince let out a frustrated groan, feeling himself quickly growing hard.
"Dammit. Fine!" He cursed.
"Then kiss me woman. Show me you want this!" He all but screeched. That's what it would take, for Iolas could not bare to initiate this exchange himself, for the whole idea still felt like a form of violation.

He saw her jaw tense, felt her hand begin to pull from his, and for a moment he was sure she would change her mind; but her hand did not draw back, instead, it slid down his wrist, leaving a trail of burning flesh before sliding her palm accross the sleeve of his jacket and toward his collar.
Taking it in her hand, his breath hitched in disbelief as she she hastily leaned foward while simultaneously pulling him closer. Her lips found his, and the dark brown eyes that had been held wide in suprise instinctively shut at her kiss.

Iolas let out a low moan after their lips had mashed together, she tasted how summer felt, hot, sweet, and full of life, he suddenly realized that the taste he had awoken with in his mouth had been her. They had indeed kissed the night before, and from the way her lips so easily molded to his, it was obvious her mouth was no longer just a mere acquaintance to his.
He quickly took her in his arms, wrapping her up and kissing her back.
It wasn't gentle, as not much about their relationship ever had been, and her chapped lips pressed against his own with an impossible combination of reservation and desperation.
The reservation was short lived though, for when Iolas deepened this kiss, his usually sharp tounge pushing past his lips to seek out hers, she let out a welcomed gasp, pressed her body further into his, and began winding her fingers into his deep red hair.

Their tongues clashed like two swords locked in the heat of battle, but advantaged by much prior experience, Iolas quickly captured hers, drawing it fully into his mouth to suck on.
The queen let out a throaty moan of undeniable pleasure, one that Iolas could feel reverberating throughout his entire being, and when her grip tightened on his hair, pulling it roughly, any and all thoughts against bedding her were quickly wiped clean from his head.

"Oh God Adelaide..." he pulled away breathless, just long enough to speak.
"Now I have to have you."

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A/N: Happy Sunday Guys!
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