Thread: The Royal Consort! (Jack Stalker and Nymphaea)

Keira watched as he approached, the soft sound of the door latching as he locked it behind her echoing in her ears with it's finality. She listened intently to his words, the implication bold and daring as his eyes raked over her and left her feeling scoured by the intense heat of his gaze despite the almost nonchalance of his expression. The part within her that she had buried so deeply perhaps had not been concealed as she had thought as she listened to him point blank tell her exactly what she would have done had she truly not wanted to be here. It was the truth, and Keira knew it. Swallowing she watched as the man before walked over with a sure step as Chris closed the distance between them and dominated the space in which she stood. Keira didn't flinch, she refused to fall back a step despite the way a shiver raced up her spine as her eyes fell to the motions of his hands as he slowly stripped himself of his tie before he began to work at the fastenings of his shirt, slowly revealing inch upon inch of hard lines and firm muscle. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to simply drag her fingers over the sculpted form before her and let her nails drag over the skin of his broad shoulders, to feel his weight bearing down on her and caging her in against a solid surface. As her eyes fell lower and followed the motions of his hands unbuttoning the sleek material of his shirt she noticed the way he had hardened, his posture doing nothing to hide himself or show any signs of shame about it. A flush rose to her cheeks as she finally tore her eyes away from the impressive way his erection clearly was defined through the dark material of his slacks. When Keira finally met his eyes again, she noted the way his gaze was roving over the slender form her figure made in the dress she wore before he too returned her gaze. She simply held his eyes,unmoving as she felt herself begin to melt slightly beneath the confident and sure way he conducted himself...so different from any other man she had ever been near. Chris had resumed speaking though, and Keira watched with a bit of shock, breath catching in her throat, as a broad hand reached out and caught her wrist in an unforgiving hold, his other working the engagement ring she wore from her finger before he cast it aside. Keira watched as her life as she knew it, her engagement to a man she despised, the stifling limitations her family placed upon her, the demands for her to uphold all of their expectations, was merely tossed away the soft sound of the precious metal from her ring skittering across the marble floor as it clattered on impact, disappearing in the shadows of a corner. I'm the out that you are looking for, Keira. That's why you're here. Keira's hazel eyes slipped back up to Christopher's face as she simply stared, transfixed by the dark, fierce gaze that he had locked on her even as he smirked down at her. He was a man of power and driven by ambition, one who had the world caught firmly in his grasp and who could see a similar hunger for more within her...a hunger for ambition that she had been forced to mask and hide deep within herself as she was forced to play dutiful wife to be for a man who had little concept of how the world worked. Suddenly everything tilted as Christopher caught her up and lifted her over one of his strong shoulders as he carried her out to the balcony. There was a motion of force that caused her to gasp and soon everything was spiraling before she felt her body fall into the crystalline waters of the pool, slipping beneath the surface as she became submerged. It was enough to jolt her out of the state of shock she had found herself in and jump start her system into realizing exactly what was going on, what was about to happen. When she pushed off, her slender feet still caught in the straps of her delicate heels barely able to touch the bottom as she rose from the water she smoothed her hands through her chestnut hair, pushing it back from her face as her lips parted to suck in some much needed air. Her small, pert breasts rose and fell just within the water as she worked on catching the breath that the sudden cool water had stolen from her as Keira glanced back to the edge of the pool. He was a sight to behold, having fully disrobed as he stood there a man to be contended with, every inch of him made up of hard muscle and sheer masculinity. The heated flesh of the thick erection he sported caused her teeth to sink into her bottom lip for a moment as her mind escaped her and she wondered how it would feel to have him fully seated within her, those broad hands closing over her soft skin as she writhed against him utterly caught in his grip. Swallowing she looked up at him through her dark lashes, the corners of her lips turning up as she listened to the options he gave her. Kierra lifted an shoulder, raising it out of the water in a slight shrug as she took a step back from the edge he stood at, the fabric of her dress swirling about her legs and glimmering in the soft subtle lighting that illuminated the pool, the water causing her dress to curl around the curves of her hips. The barest hints of her own returning smile still tugging at the corner of her lips. My family will come looking for me, she said quietly as a dark, delicate brow arched and she inclined her head, the only response she would give him. She wanted this, and he knew she did though she wanted to watch him come and take her, to lay claim over her flesh. Keira wanted to hear him brush off and push aside any of her problems from this life she had been trapped in for so long as he brought her into this new world he had been promising. Keira didn't want to merely step away from her past life, she wanted to be taken from it.