The Taste and Price of Victory

The Morning

Trigger Warning: This chapter has smut in it! Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with these things!

Amira woke the next morning, sitting up and clutching a blanket to her bare chest. She looked around the room she was in, trying to remember what had happened. She froze, eyes landing on a figure at the far edge of the room. 

Dalton's voice was calm and quiet,"Good morning, love." He was standing facing her, shirtless. He only had on a pair of black pants. He held a sword in his hand letting the flat of the blade rest against his leg.

Amira hissed,"Don't call me 'love', Dalton." She shifted slightly, covering herself even more with the blanket. 

Her eyes slightly widened as she remembered what she had done with him the previous night. She grit her teeth slightly, trying to remain calm and composed. 

Dalton smirked,"That is quite a demand from someone who was begging me to fuck them a few hours ago." He put the blade back in its spot, making his way over to her slowly as he talked. 

Amira felt her heart beat faster, making her stumble over her words,"Y-You used m-me. I d-didn't mean a-any of i-it."

Dalton slammed his hand down on her leg, gripping it through the bedsheets,"Is that so? Well, then, explain to me why you still want me. Even now. I can smell it on you."

Amira felt her body stiffen at the contact. She could feel the warmth from his hand through the sheet. She felt her heartbeat quicken,"I-I don't." She could tell he heard the lie in her voice, and she hesitated, considering taking her words back. 

Dalton chuckled darkly, eyes watching her as he climbed on the bed, moving up her body slowly,"Now, Amira, we don't want a liar on our hands. If I touched you, you'd be drenched. I can feel it." 

Amira shifted, not fighting him as he traveled up her body. She tried to snap her head out of the want, the desire, but she couldn't. She could feel how wet she was; she didn't need him to check. Her body shivered uncontrollably the closer he got. She wanted to smack herself, knowing it wasn't from fear.

Dalton stopped, pinning her to the bed and watching the blanket fall away from her chest,"I know how much you want this. I know how much you want me. I can feel it in the tremble of your body. I can taste it in the air around us. Just give in, young general."

Amira couldn't deny the truth in his words, and it made her sick. She couldn't deny she was attracted to his body. But, for all she cared, he could burn. Her plan from yesterday honestly sounded so much better the more she thought about it. After she cut off his dick and his balls, she would slowly cut off his fingers and then she would cut his perfect hair, making sure it was ruined. 

Fate had other plans. Because, as soon as he kissed her, all thoughts of killing and torturing him left her head. All she could think was more. She wanted more and more from him. She wanted him so much that she felt she would combust if she didn't get him. All thoughts of torture and harm left her at the brush of his lips against hers, and she hated herself for it. 

Dalton let his lips trail down her neck and across her shoulders, murmuring,"I'm going to kiss you everywhere. I'm going to show you just how futile resistance is in the presence of pleasure." He smirked when another shiver racked her body, continuing,"Then, I'll really be able to see just how wet you truly are for me."

Amira heard a moan, realizing it came from her. She wanted him so bad she couldn't think straight. But, when his lips moved over her breasts, she saw stars. Her moans grew louder and she arched against him, urging him,"P-Please." 

She felt his lips curl into a smirk as he let his lips travel back up her chest, whispering into her ear,"Please what, Amira?"

She begged,"P-Please. Don't t-tease me. Just d-do it." She locked onto his eyes, eyes silently begging him. She would've felt ashamed for begging anyone for anything, but the desire controlling her didn't care. Her mind was only focused on him.

He let out a growl, giving her a small warning before he kissed her. He kissed her savagely, taking everything. He took no prisoners, only destroying her. 

She whimpered, her body lighting up under his touch. She had never felt more alive or more destroyed. She had never felt more powerful or more vulnerable. She opened up to him willingly, letting him take even more from her. 

He growled against her, taking his pants off. He completely moved the blanket off the bed, wrapping his hand in her hair as he kissed her deeper. He grabbed her hip with his free hand, holding her still. 

He pulled back from her, looking down at her like he was on fire,"Are you sure about this, Amira?" 

She didn't hesitate when she answered him,"Yes." The logical part of her brain was screaming at her to stop. To make him stop, but she couldn't. She could only think of how much she wanted him. She could only think about the pleasure. 

He didn't ask her again or give her any time to think. He slammed into her, making her gasp and moan as pain and pleasure went through her. He claimed her mouth again, taking more from her as he pounded deeply into her. 

Amira opened for him, spreading her legs further apart for him. She knew she should stop. It was what her mind was screaming at her to do. However, her heart was only clouded by the desire she felt for him. She arched into him, tightening around him.

He stopped kissing her, running his lips along her neck, nipping it occasionally,"Do it. Moan my name. Come for me."

That was all it took to send her over the edge. She moaned his name over and over, gasping from the pleasure. She felt him release inside of her, her body taking every bit of him, as they rode out their pleasure. Dalton pulled out of her, kissing her lips softly and sweetly, nothing like the raging inferno they just created.

He climbed off of her, grabbing the blanket and covering them both up. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. He kissed her neck, murmuring,"I love you, young general."

Amira felt her mind cloud with so many emotions she couldn't catch all of them. She let her eyes shut, her mind calming. Even if it was wrong, she couldn't deny she enjoyed this attraction she felt to the prince. She wanted to beat herself in the head with a stick over the fact, but she couldn't deny it. She fell asleep again for the second time in 24 hours, Dalton laying behind her.

Word Count: 1,146

A/N:

I'm finally back! I had to take a short break to enjoy my break from school! I've also been kinda busy at work, but I should be back to posting new chapters now! 

I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter! I just went with the flow on this one! What did you think about Dalton saying he loved Amira? And, when will this all go south, for both of them? What will happen next?! Stay tuned to find out!