Esmeray's legs wrap around Xerxes waist as he lays her on the bed, pulling him even deeper inside her. She cries out in pleasure, her nails digging into his back.
His gentle touches, and slow, deliberate movements are a stark contrast to their usual heated encounters. He takes his time exploring her body, kissing and caressing every inch of her skin.
As he moves inside her, he can feel the difference between Esmeray and Isabella. Esmeray's body responds to his touch in a way that Isabella never has, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts eagerly.
Xerxes leans down, capturing Esmeray's lips in a passionate kiss. "You feel incredible," he murmurs against her mouth.
As his movements become more passionate, his hips snapping against hers with increasing urgency. He can feel her body tensing beneath him, her inner walls fluttering around his length.
He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Come for me," he whispers, his voice low and commanding. "Let me see you fall apart in my arms."
Esmeray's back arches off the bed as she reaches her peak, a scream tearing from her throat. Xerxes follows soon after, burying himself deep inside her as he finds his own release.
They collapse onto the bed together, their bodies intertwined and slick with sweat. He pulls Esmeray close, holding her against his chest as they both catch their breath.
Days have passed since their heated night and although the Prince has moved in things have been awkward. The tension between them is palpable, a constant undercurrent that hums beneath the surface of their interactions. They move through the palace like ships passing in the night, always aware of each other's presence but never daring to acknowledge it.
Esmeray finds herself lost in thought during her encounters with Zaiden, her mind wandering to Xerxes and the night they spent together. She tries to push the thoughts away, focusing on the commander's touch, but it's no use. Nothing compares to the way the prince made her feel.
He, too, is plagued by thoughts of Esmeray. His encounters with Lady Isabella leaving him hollow and unsatisfied. He goes through the motions of fucking her but his mind and heart not into it.
Lady Isabella feels desperate, to desperate to make him feel good. Esmeray on the other hand she, she needed to prove nothing, her body did most of the speaking.
They refuse to make eye contact or exchange words and when they do, flashes of their night clear in their face. Their tension doesn't go unnoticed by the staff or the sisters.
"Look at them, acting like little kids" Sari comments to Mari.
"You'd think they have never slept to..ge...th.er. oh my God" Her eyes widen at the realization of her own words. "You can't possibly tell me they haven't...eww. "
"I think they had their first night already " Sari adds her face sour at the thought.
That day the sisters burst into Esmeray's chambers as she was changing "What are you girls doing? Get out" Esmeray demands covering herself.
"Oh like we haven't seen you naked many times before" Mira throws herself into the bed getting comfortable "so tell us..was he good"
"What?"
Sari sits at a chair near by grabbing a pillow for comfort "Is he as big as people claim- "
"Is he strong-"
"Is he a good kisser"
Esmeray looks back and forth at the sisters as they bombard her with questions.
"Did he eat your pu-"
"ENOUGH!!"Esmeray raises her voice, the room silent"So....??" Mari asks
"Whatever did or didn't happen is none of your concerns...And how did you guys even figure it out"
Sari looks at Esmeray an annoyed look on her face. Has her once sharp sister really not noticed her own actions? Was she dicked down so good her mind is now twitching?
"You are so in love with his cock sister, you haven't noticed how you avoid him. Or how he avoids you, but eats you with his eyes"
"Versari.." Esmeray wants to scold her sister but she is right. She hasn't been the same, she hardly gets out of her room in fear of bumping into Xerxes. When she does she finds herself looking for him.
Her sheets are not the same,every night she finds herself smelling them, his scent still present. Her encounters with the commander have even changed. When they make love all she thinks about is the prince, his eyes meeting hers, his lips brushing over hers, his hands wrapped around her body.
"Please let it rest" she replies walking back to her bed.
The days continue to pass, the distance between them slowly closing, in each event they attend. Even in crowded areas they steal glances, each becoming jelous when they see the opposite gender near them.
Each wishing the other would approach.
The week of the moonlight festival has neared, the Fayheaven estate alive and lovely adorned with flowers and paper chandeliers. On opening day the sisters left, leaving Esmeray and the Prince alone.
Again, they sit across from each other. "So, how's dinner?" Xerxes asks breaking the ice."it's good" she replies.
"Will you be attending the festival? Tonight, or perhaps this week? " He asks again taking a sip of his wine.
"Maybe not tonight..I still have somethings to look into..and you?"
"No..." the room falls silent again, the Prince finds himself trapped between his desires and the distance he promised to keep. He can't take it anymore as he abruptly gets up from his seat excusing himself. Esmeray stares at him as he leaves her wet and hungry.