The Royal Mark-Chapter 106: Delicious Meat
Elsa’s thoughts were in turmoil, scattered and chaotic. She wanted Chris too she admits but it is the night of the ball and people will look for them, like her grandmother for example. She found herself torn between saying yes or no.
"I-I..."
And since she can’t seem to make up her mind, Chris helps her make a decision. He sealed their lips in a fervent kiss and Elsa did not withdraw her lips. His hands started to roam her back and sides, which soon went to her front unbuttoning her lace bolero.
He removed that piece of fabric from Elsa and asked between their kisses, "What is the use of this anyway when your bosom and back were exposed?"
"I was trying to make the gossipers think more so they couldn’t sleep. Your people are spreading rumors of you bedding me but not marking me since you will leave me eventually. So I hid my neck for them to wonder if I was marked or not since they could smell that we had already slept together."
"Good choice, my future wife..." Chris remarked before moving to her neck and showered her with more kisses.
’Wife...’ Elsa liked the sound of it and she could no longer contain her desire to have Chris all for herself. She used both hands to gently grab his head and kiss him amorously. She stepped forward aiming for the sofa behind Chris.
Chris did not reject her advances and let her take the lead. He stepped backward until the back of his knees hit the sofa. He sat down pulling Elsa with him. She straddled Chris between her legs and her hands removed his unbuttoned shirt, completely exposing his muscular arms and solid firm chest.
Their first night was in the woods and it was dark, although she had seen him naked before, this time it was bright and there was no need for her to look at him as her patient. She can freely admire his body as a man before her and touch it as long as she wants for he is hers.
She took her time enjoying the feel of his muscles against her palms and Chris’ hands did the same. He ran his hands all over her body and when he felt that she was unbuttoning his pants, his hands instantly slipped into her dress and caressed her thighs.
"Oh, good Lord!" Constance exclaimed upon entering the wide open door of the room together with the servants carrying trays of food.
"Gosh!" Elsa jumped off Chris in surprise and fixed her skirt while Chris immediately stood up and turned around to button up his pants and put on his shirt.
Elsa patted her warm red face to cool off both the sexual heat and embarrassment that she was feeling at the moment. She saw Chris smirking while shooting short quick glances at her while dressing up causing her to press her lips together to stifle a smile.
When she looked back at the people who just entered Chris’ room without warning, she saw the servants reacting similarly to her, all attempting to hide their smiles. While Constance on the other hand had her hands on her waist and didn’t look happy at all.
"You two should not be left alone together! You’re not married yet, and you’re engaging in activities reserved for married couples!" Constance exclaimed, her tone bordering on anger.
"Our wedding is just a few days away; you worry too much. If it weren’t for your traditions and customs, I would have marked your princess right away," Chris remarked as he walked over to the table where the servants were setting up their dinner.
"That is still not accepted! You are not allowed to do such intimate deeds until you tie the knot!" Constance retorted.
"Relax, Constance. We understand your concerns and appreciate your intentions, but it’s too late for that. I’m not the conservative type. I do what brings me happiness. Besides, we’re only human, and we have one life to live," Elsa confessed as she took a seat across from Chris, leaving Constance in a state of shock.
"What are you implying, Princess Elsa? Are you suggesting that you’ve already shared your virtue with Prince Christopher?" Constance inquired.
Elsa let out a chuckle and responded, "I’ve spoken my piece; you’re free to interpret it as you see fit."
Once again, Constance was left dumbfounded. Princess Hera’s stubbornness was challenging enough, but her daughter had taken it to a whole new level, a level she wasn’t sure she could handle.
With a sigh, Constance remarked, "I won’t say anything more. You two are adults, and I don’t want to stress myself over this. But I must warn you, Prince Christopher, if you go back on this wedding, I swear by the heavens that you won’t leave this castle alive. Do you understand?"
Chris rose from his seat and playfully bowed to Constance, saying, "Yes, madam, I understand perfectly. And I promise not to back out. If you’d like, I can mark her now and seal our union for eternity."
"What? I never said that!" Constance was once again left in disbelief, which prompted Elsa and the servants to finally release the laughter they had been suppressing.
"No need to do that now. I wouldn’t want the king to take my head. Let’s save that for the wedding day. We’ll leave you two to enjoy your meal, but I’ll station a guard and a servant by the door, just in case you need anything and to ensure you stick to dining and resting, and nothing more." Constance stated before departing with the servants.
Elsa immediately began eating, but Chris remained seated, gazing at the departing individuals. When the door was finally closed, he got up and locked it, making sure that no one would disturb them again. Elsa remained unaware, fully engrossed in satisfying her hunger.
Elsa delicately transferred a slice of steak onto Chris’ plate and suggested, "Chris, you should give this a try. They’ve prepared it perfectly. The meat is incredibly tender and delicious."
Chris responded with a mischievous grin, gazing intently at Elsa, "I’d certainly enjoy savoring this tender and delicious meat."
