"Take your time and savor it
Can you memorize my silhouette?
I'll be your new favorite
Yeah, it turns me on when you play with it, tasting it
Put your face in it"

Open the Door-Lolo Zouai

Spice -o- meter:🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ you knowwwww you better play this song since it inspired this chapter ayeeeeeeee. Lolo is how I imagine Leila's voice.

(A/N): Just wanted to clear this up they have not confessed to loving each other yet, just having feelings. More emotional development needs to happen between them, Tae is just poetic and so is Leila.

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"And tell me, what would you like me to do right now?" Taehyung gently pursued, his eyes at half mast as he held her.

Leila wanted to laugh. To cry. To beg.

All she had expected, was possibly getting into a screaming match with the man. And then to argue over what the fuck the poem meant, that she found from Sorina. The page still burned in it's hiding place against her thigh.

She hadn't ever expected him confessing that he also had feelings for her, that he couldn't just want her physically. That he felt connected to her in other ways. Offering why he was so scared to try with her, giving her very good reasons as to why they shouldn't even be doing this. To then discard all of his worries because he couldn't hold back any longer.

Sharing his torment all this time over her, that apparently she just had fucking missed.

No, never from her cold prince.

And she hadn't wished to give into him so easily. But there they were. With him pleading for her to tell him where to touch next, and her mind already swimming in throws of ecstasy all because he had muttered some sensual words.

And he was looking at her as she were something to treasure. That unassuming stare lost to the wind. His grasp on her neck showing his strength, but also his careful restraint. The icy touch of the rings on his fingers was almost enough to send her over the edge.

"Didn't I tell you before? You're much better with your mouth preoccupied." Leila jested, taking the easy way out.

The prince smirked, but did not take the bait. Only stitching them closer together, thread by thread. She thought he'd kiss her again, but then stopped a breath away from her lips. Dark eyes searing into her so intensely, the room could've collapsed and she wouldn't have noticed. His expression spoke to her before he did, a simple denial.

I am not making it out of this unscathed.

"Preoccupied? Doing what exactly Ignis?" The words had a teasing edge, mischief licking at his eyes, his quirked and swollen mouth as he pretended he didn't have an inkling of what she was referring to.

Devil of a man. His tone so low, so pervasive, it gripped exactly where she needed him.

She was going to pass out. The only thing holding her up from crumbling down was the quiet strength of him. Hidden between lithe muscles, and elegant limbs.

His irises wouldn't move from hers, not even as her flush deepened from rose to ruby. Pinning her into stillness. Human blood shoving to surface, showing her naivety. But Taehyung didn't seem to care, not as he devoured her with his eyes. Taking her all in, just as he promised. Just as he vowed.

It's okay. He's seen it all before. It's no use to be shy. I sent him an image of me wanting to suck him off, this can't be any worse.

The divine touched girl shifted, enough that his hand had to loosen on her neck. Exposing more of herself, as she compiled all the boldness she withheld in her body, "You can't say deplorable, arrogant things when your mouth is between my thighs."

His smile deepened across his bronzed face, a flash of white and needle sharp fangs. She tried not to imagine what they would feel like running across her thighs, "You underestimate me greatly. Now be a well behaved princess, and lay and your back."

Her stomach somersaulted, his tone completely domineering. He wasn't asking her, he was telling her. Because he knew what she wanted from him. He knew she was too timid to ask still.

Even though she had felt him in her visions, had been subject to his kiss, there was still so much she did not truly no. She was scared that he would bore of her quickly. That he wouldn't find her intriguing or experienced enough to continue.

Leila somehow managed to keep her snark despite her worries, "I'm not well behaved."

His eyes darkened a shade, as he ghosted a whisper over her lips, making every nerve spark alive, "You will be after I'm finished."

Her thighs pressed together, holding onto her wits for dear life. Taehyung perused her expression closely, smirking with satisfaction. Letting his bottom lip grace her own, one, two times. Soft touches that were enough to make them both grip onto each other tighter. Impossibly closer, to the point of being entwined between useless, mortal clothes. His leg between her thighs, her hands caressing his ribs. His hand on her neck, the other secured around her waist.

Who would let go first?

The princess scoffed, feeling so overwhelmed the room seemed to spin. His face, his lips, his words the only thing solidifying her to this plane of existence, "You said you would never tire of me, were you lying?"

"No. We are just at a tricky impasse. Every time hereon-after I'll have to show you what happens when you do what you're told. Floor, now Ignis." He commanded once again, the same assuredness as when he addressed his court, just more sensual.

Only used for her.

But she couldn't let him know, just how much that made her squirm with possessive delight. Just how much it stroked the pride that she pretended he didn't arouse within her. He let go of her, and she lowered to the ground. Looking up through her lashes, as she remained at his navel for a moment. His fists tightened, cursing under his breath at the sight.

She moved from her knees, finally settling onto the floor as his gaze remained on her. Relishing every movement. Savoring the princess.

"Oh yes! Unholy, dark prince of the eclipse. Envelope me in night, my vampire lover." Leila begged sardonically, letting her torso arch back onto the floor dramatically.

Taehyung moved swiftly, a speed he'd rarely let her see. She tried not to startle as the man lay on his fours upon her, knees pinning the outside of her nightgown. His hands held himself up by her head, his black, waved hair falling away from his forehead. Leila couldn't help but part her mouth, a silver dagger necklace she hadn't noticed dangling between them. If she lifted her head, the cold metal would've kissed her lips.

She wanted to bite it. To force the prince to erase the distance between them. At that thought, his eyes flashed with knowing. Burnished in gold, as he bore into her. Smirk lifting wryly, "I can't wait to make you come so hard you won't be form a coherent thought, let alone mock me because you're afraid of what I can make you feel."

All the air left her body. Every biting remark, freezing at the tip of her tongue at his declaration.

How did he manage to make her feel ashamed, yet so decadently undone at the same time?

"No need to be so rude, Taehyung." Leila squeaked out embarrassingly, knowing she wasn't fooling herself, let alone him anymore. Not as she said the words breathlessly, her eyes flicking to his lips in need.

The man was distracted, yet solely focused. His shadow-framed eyes holding onto hers, as he traced a delicate path from the dip in her throat, across the bones of her chest, to crevice between her breast. Letting the touch linger, so he could feel her breathing pick up in pace. Consolation for a lover.

The man leaned down, dipping until the cold of his necklace graced her. Black shirt billowed open. His heated lips met the middle of her chest with a soft kiss, igniting bumps along her skin. The prince looked up through his lashes, letting his mouth brush onto with the lightness of a butterfly's wing.

"I'm not discourteous. I'm kind, only for you. So let me prove it."

There was still time to turn back. To lift their bodies from the floor with barely reconciled grace, and to reject their attractions.

He looked at her, with unbridled want, and yet his hands remained at the middle of her waist. A soft, sure touch that with the regret in his eyes he expected to let go of. The prince would not pursue her any further than she allowed. Despite his desires on the matter.

Expected her to say no. Out of fear, out of the unknown, out of the sheer chaos their actions could cause. She should have. For his sake, not her own. She did not want to cause him anymore burden. It was hard enough to protect her from his court when his mind was clear.

But the warm hard press of his body against her entire made her delirious. All the ridges and bones and lines that soothed every part of her. The painful lust in his eyes, that bordered on obsession and something like affection. Though that couldn't be true. His hands and his pretty words, and the way his heart beat it's frenzied pattern against her chest, his breath unable to catch up with it. Just as nervous as her.

"Show me just how kind a rival can be." She spoke the words quietly, the final nail in their shared coffin.

Taehyung's eyes flashed, a wicked smile snaking onto his face. He waved his hands up her waist, burning into every curve. Making it to the top of her dress, and playing with the ribbon that held the top of it together. Leila couldn't help but pant like a drunk in the heat.

His eyes flicked to her in daring inquisition, "Kind doesn't mean always mean gentle. Do you still want it?"

Leila held onto a whimper, seduced by his deep, penetrating voice and his fingers that wouldn't cease.

Yes, anything with you.

No, too naïve. Too desperate. Leila and Taehyung knew she was a virgin, but she didn't want to sound like one. And inflate his ego to even larger proportions by her begging.

She laughed softly, liking the way his eyes fell to her lips when she did so, "You seem to be stalling prince. Do I make you nervous?"

Taehyung looked to the side, hiding something on his face from her. Two fingers pulling on the ribbon at her chest, and slowly making it come undone.

When he looked back, Leila realized what he was obscuring. His bronze cheeks were still cut with a slight hint of red rust. A piece of vulnerability given from him, as the top of her chest lay bare before him.

They felt equivalent.

Taehyung leaned back over her, closing the gap between them. Hands grabbing both sides of the open fabric of her nightgown. Their eyes connected rapturously, tectonic plates.

There was no going back after this. It would change everything.

He let out a shuddering breath, different from his dark intensity. His one finger trailing at the bottom of her chin, as he still held onto the fabric. Small smile hinting at his lips, brows furrowed, "When I said I feared you, what did you think that meant?"

Not this.

She didn't know he meant this. The way he was confident, but torn apart for her. The way he had never been able to meet her eyes, or be near her without losing sight of himself. The way his treacherous hands that made her unravel also shook as he held her reverently.

Leila narrowed her gaze, taking him all in. Wanting him to let his weight fall on her again, suffocate them in madness. For him to fall between her thighs like how she worshipped their gods.

She's sure her eyes blazed with something warmer than silver, for his intensified. Breathing sharpened, and his fists tightened.

The young princess lifted her head, eyeing him cautiously as she closed the distance. Watching his expression falter, when she pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. His softness was there for only a moment, but the look of awe in his eyes made it worth it.

"There's nothing to fear. I don't bite."

Shadowed amusement deepened his gaze, steeling through her like a spike, "Too bad I do."

And then he ripped her night gown apart, with one single tug between his hands. The chilled air hit her between the space of their bodies, his eyes soothing over the coldness with fire. Ember irises traced along her, his lips parting in silent appreciation. He leaned back, still fisting the broken fabric, his eyes fluttering to half mast. Chest heaving, as he still held his body weight above her. She flushed underneath him, finally bare to the prince who had seen many before her. Never had she felt so self conscious till now. She was partly divine, blessed with the beauty of it.

Leila never truly felt its power, until now. As the usually stony prince seemed tormented looking at her. He would look at her a few seconds, shaking his head. Then swearing with his eyes shut, just to be pulled back to her. Seemingly frozen as he seared over her breasts, her navel, her thighs. All covered by skin like cashmere, her hair a waved tangle like the rays of the sun they would never see.

"Leila." He said out loud, that lustful rage softening. The word filled with so much emotion, it filled her throat and chest with a strange ache.

It was too much. It was too close.

They said they would at least try. So it was Leila's turn to put some distance between her and the prince, who had not fully given up their hearts yet.

"Give me your worst." Her voice shook as she said it, but it was demanding. A warning. That even as they crossed lines with their bodies, they could not follow the same path.

Taehyung understood, sobering slightly. The same man who ripped her nightgown taking the reigns from the prince who devout to the religion of her. He pursed his lips, before gently letting go of the white material. Running his hands up her waist in tantalizing stripes, giving her no time to think before he made the jump.

All hope lost for a better decision.

His dark eyes remained on her as he kissed the middle of her chest again, his thumb running underneath the side of her breast. His lips were so gentle, tongue hot as it swiped along her flesh. A trail of lava, threatening to swallow everything in its path. She arched into the feeling, but his other hand slammed harshly on her navel, making her back hit the marble ground. His grip on her the sole thing keeping her pinned to the ground.

His waves shined under the silver light, an almost blue tinge as he moved to where his finger was. Not yet touching her now tightened nipple, but sucking and biting at the underside of her breast. Leila couldn't hold her soft cries then, new to this sensation in reality. His tongue worked in circles, in promise of what was to come, avoiding everywhere but where she needed him most.

He paused, lifting his head and Leila wanted to scream. The man spotted her frustration, smiling as he began to speak, "I have wanted to do this for so long. Especially when we swam in the pool. I could see so much of you clearly then, and peaked for me. Just like this."

Leila shivered into his whisper, as his thumb brushed against her nipple. He had no clue just how much this happened in his presence, if that was the only time he noticed. Taehyung laughed desolately, before replacing his finger with his mouth. The princess's body fought against the sure strength of his flattened hand, fighting to writhe. She was convinced the other night was the epitome of pleasure, and he had not even reached his final destination.

The man's ink-lashed eyes fluttered shut as his mouth wrapped around her flesh. His pink lips circled around the mound of flesh, sucking it. He let out a groan that aroused bumps on her flesh, as his tongue swirled around the pebbled center.

"Prince-" She gasped out, biting her lip until she felt her mouth seal shut.

The man opened his eyes, removing his mouth from the now wet flesh. His lips were even more red, his eyes an open flame. Drinking her in.

"Say my name, and only my name."

She whined, but he held his mouth away from her. His hand still fastened, and keeping her from really being able to move. The girl continued biting her lip, refusing to speak. Challenging him.

Wanting to see what his worst really was.

The man cocked his head to the side, his answering grin snide. Before he started trailing his open mouth from her breast, to the middle of her stomach. Swiping his tongue out when he felt necessary to disarm her. Her eyes met the gold domed ceiling, begging for mercy. Every second he moved further down, her heart was closer to collapsing.

She had barely noticed as he ran his tongue along her navel and sucked, that his removed the piece of paper from her knife holder. Not even sparing it a glance, as he threw Sorina's poem to the side.

Leila lifted to her elbows, eyes flashing in annoyance. Trying not to forget it as the man sucked right along her hip bone, scraping at the skin with still blunted teeth.

"That's important." The princess panted out, her stomach almost rolling in time with his mouth.

The man looked up, from his position at her hips. His eyes were almost unrecognizable, hair becoming a mess as he spoke lazily between bitten lips, "Not as much as this, later."

The princess knew he might regret it later, but quickly forgot as the prince lengthened his teeth, letting his fangs now scrape along her hip. She spasmed as he let his lips and teeth run along her, looking about as incoherent as the feeling made her.

"Say my name." He brokenly whispered, looking on the edge of his sanity. His hand still keeping her still at her stomach, the other soothing gently over the other hip.

Her stomach tingled at the words, the unprincipled way he said it. She was drunk off of him, and she was pretty sure as her naked thighs glided against each other, that he would discover a mess between them. She was also sure she didn't care anymore, for the prince would probably burst with arrogance at knowing.

The princess of the moon kept her mouth situated shut, knowing she was playing with fire at this point. And continued to stoke it, just to watch him ignite. It was just as addictive as his softness, but a lot safer for the both of them. She did not speak his name, instead lifting her bare leg. Using it to rub along the hardness he kept away from her body on her purpose. She could feel the heat of it, even through the fabric of his dark trousers.

He stilled, eyes taking on the challenge as she teased him. Not giving him what he wanted. The man moved swiftly, one had locking on the curve above her hip. The other reaching down to rest his forearm across both of her legs. His shirt gaped open, and she felt his abdomen lay across her legs, completely locking her to the ground now.

Taehyung continued to stare through the dark fringe of his hair, running his tongue along her amber scented skin. Before using his fang to cut a line of silver across the battered area. Leila moaned embarrassingly at the slight pain, so precise it was like being cut running through a thorn bush. Her cheeks flushed deeper, at the way he studied her reaction, watching her breast rise as her back lifted from the floor.

"You like that? Do you want more?" The prince prodded, voice urgent.

Leila could only nod, breathless. He let out a deep breath of his own, obliged that she wanted what he offered. The white of his fangs flashed in the moonlight, and Leila could see clearly know a golden, translucent essence coat the tips. Some of it dripping onto her pelvis, before he bit into her skin. He gripped tightly onto her, as she cried out in pleasure, his thumb rubbing the outside of her thigh to smooth over any residual pain. The euphoric feeling cascaded over every part of her body. There was something so intimate, as he inserted pieces of himself into her, not drinking.

Just biting, and running his tongue along the surrounding flesh. Leila wondered if the essence was ambrosia, because she felt lost among the clouds. The heat and ache she felt in her center magnified, making her thrust into the flat of his arm. She watched him smirk up at her, as he stayed anchored against her pathetic attempts at moving.

"Please." She helplessly ground out, almost coming apart from the satisfied look as her sunk his teeth into her.

Too soon, he retracted his bite. She kept her hands at her side, wearing disappointment openly on her face.

"Look at you now, you can't even stop yourself from begging," Taehyung jabbed at her, the soothing mock heating her body further.

Leila huffed brazenly, "Your lucky I don't strangle you for stopping."

The man hummed, a thin line of silver dripping down from the corner of his mouth to his chin. She wanted to lick it away. A self-gratified expression spreading as he ventured lower, placing both his hands on the tops of her thighs, kneading them.

"You won't want them out for what I am about to do next," He chastised, spreading her legs apart gruffly. Exposing all parts to her to his awaiting gaze.

The prince lay before her, licking at his lips hungrily as he stared at her most private part. The part that cried in both her sleep, and wake for him. There was no time to be shy, as he eyed her as if she was the only thing he could drink from to keep him alive.

Leila sighed, attempting to sound coy, "Bold assumption."

The prince shivered, laughing without amusement as he closed his eyes. For one moment, two, he stayed with his hands on her thighs. Attempting to control his racing breath, even as the breeze of it grazed along her as if it were his own hands.

The man then opened his eyes, no less controlled than he was moments before. He cursed under his breath, taking her in, as the daughter of the moon was under him.

Then, he moved. Slowly, catching her eyes like a hunter would prey. The man situated himself to his knees, bending over so that his lips were only a couple inches away from her center. She almost arched into him, then stopped. Not wanting to prolong the action. The image of the pretty prince bowed before her in an almost submission was a vision she would never forget.

Taehyung's eyes were swallowed black with lust, as he lifted her leg that was strapped with the knife holder, hiking it over his shoulder so that her knee was practically wrapped around his neck. She gasped at the efficiency of the movement, her ass now raised off the material of her cut nightgown as her center was poised right before his mouth, spread.

He let out a breath, one that sent tingles all over her as her shoulders bit into the marble. Her elbows holding up her weight, though he single handedly could do it with the arm wrapped securely around her lower back, and her hooked leg that fell over his shoulder.

His venomous eyes glanced over the black leather holster as the rest of her lay naked. He moaned out loud, voice strained, "You have no idea what that does to me."

Leila's laugh sounded more like a strangled gasp, "What, would you like me to put it through your chest again?"

Preferably as I ride you?

This time, Leila intentionally envisioned it. Her on top of him on a bed, using the knife as leverage. With a knowing look in his eyes, she knew her idea had been received.

The man's answering amusement was rasped, "Gods Leila, you're fucking killing me. Another time. Right now all I want to do is see if you taste as sweet everywhere."

The girl couldn't hold back anymore, his words alone making her eyes roll in the back of her head. She hoisted herself, catching his eyes, not caring how desperate she sounded. He would find out soon enough, as he put as his mouth on her and felt just what he did to her.

"Please, Prince. Please."

The man groaned once more, shaking his head before kissing at the inner flesh of her thighs. Once. Twice. Three times. Sucking at the skin lightly, hoping to create petals that would stay with her throughout the winter. Wanting to mark her with something from him, again and again.

She rolled into him, it just felt so good. But she needed him. Needed him to end her suffering and just do it.

Taehyung did not obey, not as she continued to wriggle into the sensually placed kisses. Instead, lifting his other hand, to graze along the wet opening. The man's sharp intake of breath, and glassy eyes spoke before he did, "Leila, you are drenched for me and I have barely even started yet."

She would've been embarrassed, if he hadn't sounded absolutely delighted by the prospect. His long, elegant, and ringed fingers continued to trace against her. And for a second, she caught a glimpse of the inhuman nature lurking underneath his skin. His eyes were darker than black, an abyss ready to suck her in. His top teeth bit into his lower lip, and though he looked enraged she knew he was not angry.

It felt different, to see his veined fingers running along her. Better than his warm, tense thigh. They were feather light. Sending a zapping sensation every time they traced near the top, the most sensitive part. Never fully touching it. Her breathing increased dramatically, and all the blood she had in her body rushed down as if to greet him.

"Tell me, do you want to have me inside you Ignis?" Taehyung grasped out through gritted teeth, barely holding on.

"Yes."

The prince did as he was told, plunging one finger into her. His middle, the ring glinting in the light as he moved back and forth. He watched in fascination, as every time he placed himself back in, Leila cursed in her mother tongue.

His voice was shaky as he cooed to her, "We're going to go slow, okay? Only one for today."

Leila could only nod, her body overheated. The amber smell mixing with sweat as she hovered over the floor. She ground her hips onto him, the feeling less and less uncomfortable as she moved. The outer most part of her tingled, as the man curved his finger. Creating some deep sensation she had never felt before, one that kept mounting and mounting. It only continued to grow as Taehyung cocked his head to the side, watching closely as she swallowed him.

She needed his mouth on her. Now.

The princess used all of the power she had left to lift her hips even closer to his mouth, pushing against his hand that was still placed in her. He pulled away, tsking, refusing to touch the area that ached the most for him. That felt like a cauldron about to boil over without reprieve.

"Why are you fucking torturing me?" Leila pleaded letting her head fall back onto the cold marble, as she peered up at his angelic face.

It was like he had waited for that question all night.

The man was languid as he set her lower body back on the ground. He placed one knee between her open, puddled legs, the other on the outside. Letting his lower half press into her thigh. She swallowed harshly, feeling every inch of him.

"Because you tortured me. Every night, as you dreamed. Moaning my name, calling out to me. Begging me to make you come, and then rapturing to the point my name was mangled from your cries. Making my dick harder than it ever has been in my entire life, not even when I was a desperate adolescent. Do you know how many times I had to fuck my hand, and then again to get rid of it? Rid of the sound of my name on your tongue? Thinking about walking into your room, pulling your hand away, and doing the work for you? I have been tormented by you, and now you refuse me the sound." Taehyung admitted recklessly, his eyes narrowing. As if he didn't mean for the words to slither out.

That was the most attractive thing I have ever heard.

Leila heaved. It was too overwhelming. Too much. To know as she touched herself, he had been doing the same. That is why he teased her about it, why he could never stop mentioning it. Not because he wanted to shame her, but because he did the same and wanted to hide it. She could imagine it now, the man grabbing himself in his room.

Oh fuck.

His words felt like a bite, a kiss, a suck, and a moan all at once. A cocktail of poison, her personal aphrodisiac. She felt wrong, hot, mad. Overtaken.

She was done playing, done with prudence.

"Taehyung, use your mouth to fuck me."

His eyes widened a fraction, before he sprung into action. Taehyung was fervent, insatiable as he used his right hand to grip lightly around her throat. She bit her lip, moaning as he squeezed in a playful manner before darkening once more. The rest of his arm lay between her breast, stretched across her entire body and showing his size over her.

The left hand dug into her hip, creating lines of pink as blood rushed to the surface but did not spill over.

He panted over her, making sure their eyes connected. Right before licking a bold stripe up her center.

The prince lapped at her as she arched into him, handling her stature easily. He looked up through his lashes, almost deranged as he watched the passion possess her. His mouth slid over her wetness, tasting, memorizing every inch and every fold. Circling and swirling until he lapped over the rose-bud at the top.

Leila's mouth was open, but no sound could gasp out of her throat. Between his eyes, his fucking devilish eyes, and his skilled mouth she was already close to the peak. She didn't want it to be over, but she knew he was in control now.

He lifted his mouth from his feast, only for a moment to compliment, "Just as I expected, you taste like cinnamon. I can't decide which part of you I want to devour more."

His lips shined from her wetness. Even in the moonlight, she could see the light hints of pearlescent glitter, the magic that formed at her strong emotions. Damn him.

Of course, every girl knew men exaggerated that since it was an organ, Leila learned that from romance novels as well. Yet, with the genuineness and headiness in which he spoke, Leila felt like a goddess.

Leila lifted herself a fraction, to grip onto his raven waves. The softness tickling her palms, as she tried to place his now sheened mouth back onto her.

The man chuckled, nipping at her thigh softly, "You're lucky I like my woman greedy."

My woman?

She didn't have time to deliberate, as he went back to tonguing her center. Swiping over the apex, and running it back to her opening. Using the muscle to lap in and out of her, just as his finger had.

As he worked between her thighs, his fingers spread over her chin. Leila needed more of him, growing crazed. Wanting him in her mouth as well, so she dipped her chin. Sucking on finger that was closest to her mouth, lapping at the pad of it with her tongue. Using her blunt teeth to bite at the ring there. It was glorious, as she moved herself harder against his open mouth.

He growled into her, the look in his eyes deathly determined as she sucked on him too. His reddened lips wrapped clearly around her, sucking her sensitive skin into his mouth, using his tongue to repeatedly rub the area that throbbed with arousal.

"Come apart on my tongue Leila, listen to your prince." Taehyung commanded breathlessly, between licks up her center. Stretching so that his finger went further down her throat, her moans strangled.

She felt tears enter the corner of her eyes, the sensation building to impossible heights. His incessant mouth continuing to kiss and lave over her. When her silver irises met his own, and his larger body shuddered, eyes fluttering in a maddening way, did she come onto his lips. Stars exploded behind her eyes. The world ripped out from under her with intense pleasure, that it was almost painful.

Leila was sure she screamed though she could hear no sounds, black spots dancing in her vision. She twisted in her grip, her thighs and center pulsating as her body undulated onto him. He didn't remove himself from her, cleaning up around her as she did so. Still holding on tightly.

Once her bodied settled, and she came back down from her high, her heart pounded relentlessly. She was flat on her back, fatigued as Taehyung knelt before her. A conceited expression dancing on his face as his eyes ran along her body, though a hint of red dashed along his cheeks. His chest rose and fell at the same pace, his eyes glassy and hewn to a different level of consciousness.

The princess sat up despite her ragged breathing, and dizzy head. Entranced by the sweat that graced his brows, his messy hair from her pulling. His chest that lay bare between that silky shirt her wore. His reddened, glitter traced lips that begged to be kissed again.

She stalked forward on all fours, his eyes brightening once again as she crawled towards him. She didn't know exactly what she was doing, but she had to do something.

When she reached the top of his trousers, his eyes widened. The man pulled away from her, using his palms to slide backwards.

"Leila, don't." The man warned, his adam's apple bobbing.

The princess pouted, feeling dejected once again. Was he worried she would be bad at giving him pleasure?

"But I have to make you feel good."

The man laughed awkwardly, moving even further away even though she didn't attempt to touch him again. Throwing the edge of his shirt over his groin, "You don't have to."

Oh, ever the courteous prince.

"I want to." Leila spoke assuredly, letting him know it was not out of obligation.

It was silent as Taehyung turned from her. She already felt panic arise in her chest. Was he already regretting this, them? Would he tell her once more it could never happen again? She waited with baited breath, her nerves causing more panic.

When he finally looked back at her, lips pursed, the man's bronze skin was bright red. Like a drop of blood in the snow. His eyes and voice filled with uncomfortable regret, "You can't. It um, already happened."

Leila sat, her head shifting to the side. Taehyung bit his lips, nose scrunched waiting for her response. This was something she had never heard of, nor read about.

"You came too? Is that normal." She questioned, unsure.

Taehyung sighed, his gaze finding the ceiling as if looking for the answer, "I don't fucking know."

His tone wasn't angry, just disbelieving. Bashful. Amazed, as he stared at the princess who managed to unravel him so thoroughly. But Leila warmed at the thought that he came only at the feeling of pleasuring her. And that she had been the only one that it happened with.

"I'm sorry." Leila said, trying to hide her smile.

Taehyung looked back at her, his eyes filled with longing that he no longer wished to hide from her, "There is nothing to be sorry about. You're breathtaking."

Her heart jolted, a deranged reaction. One that she was not supposed to have. Not if they wanted time to figure out the curse. Another calm moment passed between them. She still felt his gaze burning into her. A feeling, that was much like falling over the edge. Yet even somehow, more intimate.

But gods did she feel it, the shift. The feeling that no matter how much she had of him, it wouldn't be enough. That Taehyung was forever intertwined with her, in ways they could not begin to fathom. She felt it deep in her bones.

She felt it now, even as they sat away from each other. A flicker of his fingers, as if to reach out and touch her again. The pull she felt in her stomach, to lay her head on his lap and let him play with her hair. A ballad they had not begun, but an overture that never ceased.

The princess wanted to kiss his lips until he only knew her own.

Leila broke the silence, "I like that you did it without me touching you. It's appealing."

She didn't wait for his response. Only fell back on the floor, her eyes drifting shut easily with only his name replaying on the edge of her thoughts.

The girl didn't know that as she fell asleep, the prince stayed awake. Pondering how one person could be so perfect, could encapsulate his every wish.

Tracing every part of her face, etching it into his brain. Understanding every part of her skin.

She didn't know that he lay beside her for a little, not wanting to move. Unable to let this night end.

She hadn't realized he'd taken her back to his room.

Leila was still asleep, before he wrapped his arm around her. Tucking her into his side, placing his cheek on her head, before drifting off to sleep with her.

For the first time since her arrival, at peace.

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(A/N: okay does meet the standards of a five chili spice? It does for me hahahahahahaha.

Longest eating out scene in the history of all scenes. Female pleasure is sooooo forgotten in media that most people like aren't even exposed to it, nor know how to write it. DOwn with the patriarchy!!!

idk y'all we discussed the word clit is out so help me with words. Also are we okay with dick, length, hard-on? Cock is like....noice cawk yanno lmk hah. Sometimes I worry too much if it will sound cringe, but I also don't want it to be too repetitive.

Let me know your thoughts! Or maybe not sometimes y'all are wild in the comments. I have read shi I have never even thought of in my wattpad comment sections LOLLLLLL.

Hope you all had a great break (if ur from the USA) also love to all my other readers as well <3