I could only imagine the way she watched me in the faint darkness, her trembling had steadied substantially, and it was only the sounds of our breathing that mingled. Her fingers around my shoulders encircling delicately before the fabric of my dress suit was scrunched.

"Nasir -" she whispered.

My name sung from her throat like that elevates my heartbeats, and my fingers under her knee tightened, pushing her into me so closely to where it was safe, to where I felt safe, "Yes?"

"I -"

Footsteps suddenly dashed across the woodened floor somewhere in the proximity of our frames, the heels scuffing across the pavement, and it follows with heaving rasps. The abrupt sound disrupts our gaze and hold on each other and suspends whatever it was she was ready to say.

The figure suddenly paused, hidden nearby to catch their failing breaths, hunched against a wall, on the verge of violently retching before scurrying off again until it was soundless. Her finally steadied trembles began all over again and she whipped around to the circumstance, though secluded in darkness, we were still exposed to any sudden eye.

"Put me down." she beckoned, and out of my greatest greed I hesitated. "Nasir," She asserts, "put me down."

To part with her leaves me in anguish, but I argued no further, and placed her down, though this night took a dark turn, it was still a special one -- the day where she gets the praise she deserves.

Remind yourself of the promise -- I speak to myself inwardly.

A distance stretched between us until there was minimal light, her hands feeling all around herself to flatten anything out of place, before giving me her attention once again, and I can now see her eyes and all its shimmer, looking at me ever so sadly.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She shrugged, "This night turned dark." she shrugged. The usual flow of her sultry voice faltering, but the wiggling lines of her lips showcased what she tries to conceal, knowing her ways, she was ready to blame herself, and I gritted my teeth.

"Don't." I growled, bits of anger begun to burn the ease off my shoulders. Her eyes hardening to my command with an appalled look. "Yes, I said don't. Don't blame yourself for this, just because it was a night you created."

She only glares at me, but finally scoffed, I prepped for a million words to be thrown at me with a harsh tone, but surprisingly this tone of voice was softer than what I anticipated, this tone ladens with defeat. "My name is linked to everything on this Nasir."

"And. Tiana, these are full-fledged adults that choose to act like children, why do you feel the need to blame yourself for things you cannot control?" I slip my hands into my slacks, knowing it'll find a way to reach out to her.

"Tonight -" I sighed, advancing over to her. "Tonight is all about you," her chin angling up to me at every nearing step, "your praise," I recite, "Your achievements, and everything you deserve."

Tear lines become evident, and she sniffled, "But what is Gunter doing?"

The eerie mark in her sentence welding in me, but I gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Nasir -"

I hushed her midway, thumb pushing into the flesh of her lips, and she quivered gently by the touch of my calloused palm cupping her cheek "Stop," I whispered, running my thumb across the line of moistened lips. "Whatever he is up to, I'll deal with it, let me hold any burden you're feeling. All I am concerned about, is that he touched you."

My eyes brimming with ink, darkening my focus at those innocent eyes, a natural instinct for a wolf when his prey is weak. The pad of my thumb pulling down her lip until it touched the chin, teasing that mouth of hers to my liking, testing her submission.

But she spoke than, and her warming breath tingles over my skin. "Someone might see us."

A subliminal message that shocked the ends of my fingers, and my hand slid around her waist and pulled her from the dim light and hid her into the darkness along with me. "Now they won't."

"Nasir-" she breathed, her beath wafting my neck as she nearly melted to my feathery brushes.

Heat surging in me all over, if I lifted my feet now, I swore I'd be flying. Here I am attempting to put her at ease, but now that my hands touch her skin, it is me on the verge of bursting.

"All I have ever known was how to survive." I say, reaching the start of deliriousness, "Once I latch onto something, grip it so that it never let's go, even if by force. And when I lived by that life, everything I have ever grabbed were either broken or destroyed. Yet you -" I mellowly sighed, my tongue drawling over my lip, "With you I can now know what it feels like to just touch, to hold something with delicacy. Even though my hands are tainted, these scars never bother me when you're near."

Her breath had caught in her throat. "Don't say things like that."

I drew in my shoulders, a gracious smirk stretching over my lips, "Why not?"

"Cause -" she sniffled, "Cause our future --"

My thumb pressed over her lips before she can finish, "For this moment, let me be selfish. Let me be that fool that believes he could ever get a chance to experience happiness." My fingers sensually running over her scalp, her breath quivering to the feel. The first time my touch was a ever a nonlethal threat. She needed me in this moment. "I hate that I couldn't touch you all night. I hate the world we live in that forbids things like this, and we have to hide it."

Her smaller palm hovers over mine, I hinted the difference in size when she entangles her fingers into my mine, as if she soaks me in, absorbing the dormancy she was in dire need of at the tragedy that befell the perfect night, and I am honored to provide that for her, even if our time together is always ticking. And in that gentle touch, it suddenly stiffened, a sharp breath is summoned, and she gripped my calloused hand and tore it from her face.

"We?" she says, as if testing the word on her lips, providing distance between us until the dim glow of light touched her skin. "There is no we Nasir,"

I grit my teeth, "Every time there is a fucking moment between us, there you go with the whole-"

"Moment? Nasir -" she paused to another sound of shoes scuffing over the polished wood, and like the previous figure, this one heaved before also dispersing behind a door. "Nasir-" she whispered. "There isn't a moment between us alright it's just ..."

"Just what?" I urge, slipping my hands into my pockets, watching as her eyes dull until a complete void, and continuously swallowing the lump in her throat. The silence settling between us as she searches for words, all while the rowdy noise of the guests and shattering glasses rage in the distant background. And when she couldn't find her words, it led me to one main key factor.

Our love story is one that will never be written, not in this lifetime or the next. "It's just, in the end, I will always be seen beneath you, nothing but a shield." I nodded to myself, but her attention focuses on me in my peripherals.

She readies her voice to pass off a sympathy, at the expense of my foolish dream. "Nas-"

"I don't care." I finish, catching her off guard. "I choose to be selfish. For once in my life, I found that peace, I reached the light I was desperate to touch for all those years, wondering what it would feel like to finally touch warmth and feel it spread around me. It was always there to guide me in the darkest days, always waiting for me, as if it calls me home."

A sharp crystal fell from her eyes.

"But than, there was your voice, calling my name, and I would wake up to a new day on the next. You refused to let me die, even though you don't know it now, or maybe you will never understand it. But Tiana -" I approached her cautiously, watching those crystalized beads flake down against her brown skin. "It was you that saved my life, more than i had fingers to count. It was always you granting me a new life, giving me dreams that would one day make me a stronger man."

"Nasir-" she trembles.

"Shhh. You don't need to speak to me now, or even tomorrow. But I will be here for you, everyday, every minute and second, even if you decide to acknowledge me when we live old enough to be in our nineties, I will go nowhere without you. And I choose no one but you."

"Stop-" she cries.

I touched her hand, and lifted it until it placed over my cheek, "Hence why I ask you now, would it be selfish, if I asked you to pick me in the end."

Her wet eyes held mine, rummaging the question a thousand times in under a few seconds, and when she finally parted her tear drenched lips, the speakers suddenly disrupted by light taps to mic.

"Everyone please settle down, settle down."

She attempts to jerk her hand, but I tightened it.

"This is not how grown men and women behave when they are in the presence of royalty."

"I got to go." she whispered.

"Don't"

"Humblest apologies for tonight. And since the threats have been escorted and banned from the property, it is necessary to bow before the King and Queen."

Her name is summoned, and I let go.

She sniffled, glancing everywhere but my eyes as she wiped those tears, and the new ones that brimmed. "You should stay here." she says. "The night is ending, and the finishing ceremony will be of the ..."

I smirked apathetically, still reeling from the adrenaline surging in me.

"For the night, I won't need you, we have plenty of guards and I should be alright."

I shook my head, "No. I will wait here for you, right in this spot, until you come back to me."

"You're crazy."

I shrugged, a long smile etching across my face. "About you."

"King Gunter and Queen Tiana -"

Our gaze is cut by her name, and Gunter's, trumpets begun to resound as cheers uplift. So loud and defining I slipped into the shadows in time as large footsteps marched behind the drapes.

"My queen." A man huffs, "Please, are you alright? your presence is needed."

Had the man angled his head just over the bone of his shoulder, he would have noticed my stance just an inch from him, but he stood just at the very center between us focusing his sole attention to Tiana, and she treaded not to look over to me, "Y-yes. I am. Thank you, shall we get going."

"Of course," he bows, leading her out of the room, and out to the scene where the uplifting chants roar louder.

"King Gunter, and Queen Tiana, our humbles apologies-"

Against the wall I leaned and gently tugged the drape for a peak, bright lights whipped my pupils before it got accustomed to the beams. In the tiny crack, I watched the two reunite, hand in hand, and Walter and the rest of the guests bowing apologetically.

I had ditched my blazer and remained in my dress sleeve, releasing my curls until they fall in an unruly mess, a single strand hovers over my eye as I undid three buttons. I'm scorched in flames, even more discombobulated than last night. Delving over the silent words I have never said out loud before or would ever listen to myself say. And tonight, they finally freed from the prison of my chest, and I couldn't have been more relieved.

Hours upon hours, I waited, until the clock struck three in the morning, a part of me feeling defeat, wondering to myself if she were to ever return, but I couldn't blame her if she didn't.

Why would she need to sneak off behind the curtains alone?

What would she need that would require no company? I didn't think that through, I can't think commonly when I am in her presence, and it bothers me.

The last choir of trumpets resound to a finish tune, and I watched a projection above me blink on.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, a memorial to those that lost their lives, on the tragic day, of October 2nd."

She was right for warning me to stay hidden. This would have ended in more abrupt uproar if my presence was seen while those faces played. Ceremonial music plays as the projection continuously blinked to a new face. Those faces that had sinister intentions to end a child's life for rituals. And they have a proper burial while the kids they killed were thrown into bags and cremated or handed to their parents as shells.

Fuck them, fuck all of them. And by God I will not stop until a bullet impales me in the wrong organ.

My hands crossed over my chest, when the curtains drew with a sharp screech. I make no move to reach for my gun, or even flinch. Assuming it could be another person, but it wasn't. This sound of panting was softer and broken. The feel of eyes pierces my frame, and my eyes sweep from the floor to rake up the shapely body, under the blue faint luminesce of the projection, where I met the shimmer in those longing eyes.

A sharp spike shoots up my spine and my back straighten in an instance, bone tingling sensations traveling throughout my nerves in the process, waking a deep pulse.

"Tiana-" I huffed, even my eyes couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I hoped it wasn't a dream.

She came back.

With no words in response, she scurried to me, dark curls stream back with suaveness and her slender arms reaching out until she lunged at me, smooth skin wrapping tightly around my nape, forcing my neck down where our lips crashed at the center. The kiss is Instant, deep and fervent, molding with passionate as her tongue slips into my mouth, entangling hers with mine, moaning to the taste of me. Like deprived animals, the moment is solely focused on the emotions, and our heartbeats combined.

My frivolous hands begun to twitch, palms burn to feel, in desperate need to lift her to the counter behind us. Yet, even in this moment, I was keen on consent and how far I could go and gripped her hips and pulled away with a pop. "What are you -"

"Kiss me Nasir." she says. And didn't need to say anymore.

Our lips crashed again, I dive fully in and brace my arm forwards to protect her head from hitting the wall, my front frame pressing deeply into her, those nipples swelled behind dress as they rub over my suited chest. I pull from her lips but gnaw down at her cheeks, tracing down to her neck, my finger curls around the hem of her straps and forcefully pulled them down, freeing those large, achy, breasts. Creamy round orbs heavily fall and slap against each other, increasing my appetite, my neck cranes low, and stuffed one in my mouth, her cry receptive to my tongue, and arched her back as if she wants me to stuff more of her into me.

Both breasts soft and sheen, and I sunk my face into the deep valley where I licked her sternum.

"Fuck." I growl in between, firmly tugging the beads.

Raw liquid need races down to my dick, hardening the organ until it is iron. Tiana's arm running over my suited biceps, feeling every flex, and prominent veins of my forearms, using my stability to grind herself against me. I took the back of her knee and hook it around my waist.

"I want to finish what I started with you." I heaved, my breath fans at the crook of her neck, the evidence of her arousal pulsing rapidly on the side, and I drop her leg, "But first -" I whirl her around violently, her free breasts pushing against the wall, my heat warping her as I pressed in. Her hand reached back to pull me in for a kiss as she rubbed herself against my outline.

"Please touch me Nasir." She begged over my lips, bracing herself as I lifted her dress, scrunching it over the slim of her waist, curled my hand over the hem string to pull her panties down. She trembles eagerly, but I steady her at the waist with one hand as the other fumbled from behind to drag down my zipper.

This was new coming from her, but I always knew she secretly harbored this within, hiding herself so I would never know how much she herself desired me. But I'd see the clench of her thighs when I am near, I hinted the way her nipples would poke out through every dress, heavy breathing and starlit eyes.

Tonight, boundaries are overstepped and neither one of us wanted to think of the consequences we'd face if someone were to hear the fumble of our clothes or the clinking of my belt and the snarls that crawl up my throat, to the whimpers and moans she released. All there is in this moment, is a dangerously, delicious, scorching passion that needed to be released or the two of us would have been consumed.

"I have been wanting to be inside you for so long." I recited. "Slithering an arm around her from behind to cup her breast. "I have been fantasizing on ways I will take you, and it keeps me awake all fucking night." I squeezed and she moaned over the ceremonial tune.

She is pouring down there, my finger teasing the tight opening of her clit, collecting her drips of arousal as my finger grazes over the fleshy bead. The running streams hardens me more, her scent overwhelming and strong.

Whatever enticed her more, I want to do it again. Was it the way we touched each other? the sound of my deep voice whispering in her ear? teasing her earlobe? or the dark secrets I just openly confessed and the hold she had over me.

The usual tactic that makes women wet. I could have her here and now, but the only thing I'd fear is the pleasure she'd cry or the whimpers, our skin moistening by our exchanged heat, leaving the walls a slippery portrait of our bodies, my finger forcing its way through her tight opening when I came to the unfortunate conclusion, she isn't ready for me, at least not all of me.

My dick sprung free, all throbbing and oozing, the tip brushed over her large ass cheek, smearing the wet tip at her skin. The weight of it almost dragging me down, "Hold still." I whispered, arrowed it up, and inserted between her folds, missing the hole entirely, saving her virginity for another time.

"But -"

"Shhhh," I shushed her, "I'm not going to fuck you here, but I am going to tease you until you can get an idea of what you will get."

She said no more and reached back to capture my lips, my palms plant aside her head, fully immersing myself into her, and she arched as I went in, rubbing my shaft in between her dripping folds.

"The day I have you," I staggered, "You will have all of me. All the scars, tattoos, and the years I have waited just to be buried inside of you."

Her ass hits my abdomen, and it grants her a numbing sensation in the sloppy process. The ceremonial music growing louder and my pleasure was amplifying, building so intensively until it numbs me all over, and I hunched over her, falling loosely over her back.

"Tiana-" I moaned into her ear, the beads of our sweat mixing. "Keep grinding on me."

I dryly fuck her against the wall until my balls burn hot, and release. "Fuck." I nearly roared, pulling out in time to spill my liquid all over her thigh.

I almost fall back at every jerk and throb, stretching a safe distance between, and watched as she innocently felt up her thigh, collecting the thick liquid to bring it to her view. And I harden all over again.

The innocence of it all -- her breast free and messy hair, all while her husband and, everyone was on the other side, and she allowed her bodyguard to wreck her just a curtain away.

It excited me. But my stamina and hunger were a challenge she couldn't match.

"Let me clean tha-" words disperse from my lips in a nano second, this time it is me that stills. Abruptly, she had bowed to her knees, "What are you -"

Her small hand gripped my shaft, and my lips fall. "Tiana, get up."

"No," she says flatly. "I want to taste you, please, just let me."

My breath is manipulated by her observant touch, how she measures it blindly in the darkness and her small gasps as she intakes the width and length of me, Tiana-" I beckon one last time.

"Nasir-" she blew over my wet shaft, feeling it twitch into her hand.

"You want to be on your knees for me?"

"You're the only one I want to be on my knees for."

Darkness clouds me, and I nodded. "Good girl," I align my back, straightening my stance, while gazing down at her with the slight awakening luminesce of blue hue. "Wrap it around your hand." I demanded

"Yes Nasir." she complied. And I hissed once again.

"Open your mouth." Her lips parted. "Wider." It stretched immensely with what she could, and I chuckled. "Wider." She had fully expanded her jaw. I grip my shaft and keep it aligned, "Now come here. And please me."

No hesitation, and no thought, Tiana entered the tip into her warmth, and my head fell back. So moist and fleshy, the slight rub of her teeth tingles the tip. "Oh, fuck."

She descended further, and my eyes rolled, A beginner at best, but I was not the perfect start for her, the way she forcefully pushed in, and slushes of spit, but the passion behind her moans to the taste of me, was rapidly becoming my undone.

My forearm braced forwards and the tip of her crown accidentally grazed over my skin. That's right, I smirked, that crown. I wrap around the back of her nape and pushed in, but she was barely halfway in still. "You're doing good, my queen." I fisted her hair, "You're doing so good on your knees for me."

She moans, holding herself stable at my waist.

"I should pull these curtains and let everyone see."

And at that she moans deeply, mellowly releasing a sigh.

"Oh. Is that what you like? is that what you want?" I grunted, fighting the pleasure, and the flesh of her mouth and restrain from milking her throat. "Wanting all to see how much you desired me?"

I threw my head back when her tongue ran over a vein, on the verge of tears and succumbing to the buckle of my knees. "Oh, Tiana." I fisted her hair harder, my hips bucking into her mouth.

I'm going to cum, but when I try to pull away, she held my slacks in place and pushed her mouth further down onto me. "Tiana, I'm gonna -"

She parted her mouth and stuck out her tongue in preparation before I could finish, awaiting eagerly, I gripped my shaft and stroked myself a few times and then it released, sharply flinging onto her eyes and mouth, and the back of her throat. And I was ready to crumble into an oblivion to such a sight, my cum bathing all around her mouth.

Exhaustion pulling me down, until I observe the way she feels the thick liquid all around her mouth, just as the ceremonial tunes wrapped up.

Gunter's voice suddenly spoke to the speakers, quivering the ground beneath us, and I dark idea overcame me.

I hinted the white coated tongue, and I commanded, "Mouth open. Let me watch you swallow," she complies eagerly, and I licked my lips, hinting a few strings over the pink of her tongue, while she scoops the remaining ones with her finger. Purposely stuffing them into her mouth knowing I am watching. "Wipe them and leave some on your tongue."

She furrows her brows, but argues no further, observing my grin. "Such a good slut, my Queen, you follow orders well. Now go embrace your husband, he awaits."

She hinted the idea, and mirrors my grin, arose elegantly off the ground, arranges herself before walking out to the stadium, where Gunter stood at the microphone, her appearance invigorating louder cheers as she waved to the crowd, by the end of the closing speech to the night she finishes with a deep embrace, pressing her lips against his until they both parted, and entangled their tongues with the applauding crowd. Gunter pulls from her with a questioning gaze on his face as he tasted and swallowed what she transferred, before joining her side by side.

As I stood in the shadows with an ever-dark gleam, my very first promise to Gunter, and I watch it today

'And one day, you will kiss a mouth full of my seeds.'