She stalked back to the stairs and back up to the kitchen muttering about men and their stupid ways. Rosa didn’t even look up as Paige stomped through. Andrew met her at the stairs and quietly pressed himself against the wall for her to pass. She muttered all the way to her room where she slammed the door hard enough to make the pictures on the wall shake.
She barely been in the room when the door opened and Milo came in.
"You are the most bull headed woman I have ever met. Do you ever listen? At all?"
"Yes I listen but I don’t take orders. You can’t order me around like I’m one of your subjects."
"I know you’re not one of my subjects. They listen!"
"I don’t do blind obedience."
"I’ve never asked you for blind obedience. Never once!"
"No you just wanted me to be blind!" Paige yelled.
"How do you figure that?"
"I was supposed to be blind to the fact that you hired me a bodyguard so you’d know where I was all the time? I was supposed to be blind to you paying my bills? I was supposed to let that poor kid that Rogan beat up rot in jail or let you hurt him more?"
"I hired Rogan to make your life easier. I paid your bills because I love you and I want you to want for nothing! And for the last time, He SHOT YOU! Of course I was going to beat him as badly as I could."
"This is what I’m talking about! You run roughshod over my life like I can only hurt myself if I’m in charge of it!"
"What the hell? How did you get that impression?!"
"His gun shot me. It didn’t shoot you!" Paige yelled. "I let him go because he didn’t mean to shoot!"
"How exactly do you hold a gun to someone’s head with no intention to shoot?"
"He was a teenager who needed money!" Paige yelled "He was desperate!"
"Oh My GOD you have such a bleeding heart! If it had been anyone else he would have shot them, taken their wallet, and gone about his business."
"If it had been anyone else and he’d meant to shoot them he’d be in jail now."
"Exactly!"
"Exactly what?!?!?"
"He meant to shoot you!" Milo yelled
"I wouldn’t have even been in that damn park if you hadn’t hired me a bodyguard that I needed to sneak away from!"
"Will you stop jumping around on subjects!?!?"
"Will you stop trying to control me like one of your subjects?!?"
"I DO NOT control my subjects!"
"If you say jump, do they ask how high?"
"If I were stupid enough to make such an asinine request, they might!"
"Exactly!"
"Exactly what?!?!?"
"You! You can’t control everything! You have been pulling the strings since the night I met you!"
"Besides trying to protect you, name one thing, one thing that I did wrong."
"You could have told me who you were!"
"We’ve been through this! You wouldn’t have believed me and when you finally did you would run away!"
"Who says I wouldn’t have stuck it out?"
"My grandmother told you who I was and you ran away. And not just ran away, you ran around the whole damn world and back again!"
"Because I wanted you to give up!"
"I will never give up."
"You have to."
For a second, Milo had to take a step back. As she‘d said the last sentence color flooded back into her eyes.
"Why?" he asked gulping.
"Because you and I can’t be together."
"Give me one good reason."
"You’re a Prince in a country that’s still a monarchy."
"So?"
"You need to go back to your people. You’re going to be king someday. They need you."
"I need my queen."
"The Queen, your grandmother, has made it abundantly clear that I’m not good enough for you or her country." Paige replied.
"Then my brother will have to be king."
"You think it’s a simple as that? I will not be made out to be the modern day Wallis Simpson. You will not abdicate your throne. You will go back to Dalistos and we’ll forget any of this ever happened."
"No."
"No?"
"You heard me. I snuck off the island to find you. I followed the plan of a teenager to get to you. I am not going anywhere without you."
"Why won’t you see reason, Milo?"
"Frustrating woman! How many languages do I have to say it in? I love you! Ti amo! Ik hou van je! Rakastan sinua! Eu te amo! Seni seviyorum! Je t'aime! Jeg elsker dig!! Nakupenda!"
Paige stepped back from Milo. With every language his voice got louder.
"Okay I know French and the Italian, but I’m sure a few of those you made up." She said.
"In order, English, Italian, Dutch, Finnish, Portuguese, Turkish, French, Danish, and Swahili. I’m pretty sure that I can find a few more languages both made up and real to say it in but the point is that I love you and I’m not going anywhere until you agree to be my wife. From the moment you snuggled against me after the first night I knew that you were more than a one night stand. When you cried in France I knew I had moved too fast but I couldn’t stop. Heaven help me, I wanted for you never to want for anything in your life. I wanted for you to know unconditional love from a man and no strife or heartache. I can’t apologize for the way I went about it but I didn’t know any other way than to give you the same comforts I have. My grandmother is a witch. She always has been. She had to be. After my father died she was faced with having to raise two grandsons and she had already spent half of her life to that point raising a son to be king. So she’s bitter. It doesn’t excuse what she said to you, nothing will. But she’s on the island. If you won’t go back there, I will abdicate and stay here in England. Dominic will be king and you and I can live our life in peace but you have to believe me when I say, for the last time, that I am sorry for everything in the past and that I love you." Milo said. "I’m not going anywhere."
Milo finished and pulled Paige to him in an Earth shattering kiss. It started as an act of dominance but quickly turned into a struggle of mastery.
He put both hands on the collar of her shirt and ripped it apart, sending buttons flying. She did the same to his t-shirt. He ran fingers around the waist of her skirt and yanked. The silk tore away leaving Paige in her bra, underwear, and pumps. Paige shoved his shorts and underwear down with one push and he sprang free against her stomach. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. As she gripped him in her hands he ran his tongue and teeth down her neck. Suddenly Paige pushed back from him and out of his embrace.
They glared at each other for a moment in pure lust. As they stood there, the clear sapphire that was Paige’s normal eye color deepened into a fathomless pool of blue so dark he couldn’t make out the pupil. Before he could adjust, Paige whipped a stunned Milo around and shoved him down to the bed. As he sat on the edge of bed staring up at her, Paige sunk to her knees and took him into her mouth. He grabbed the bed post tightly as Paige took him to the very back of her throat and purred.
"Ah God!" Milo choked out.
With hands, tongue, and lips, Paige worked to bring him to the edge. Just when he thought he was going to go careening off the mountain gladly, she would ease up and take him back down. The fourth time she brought him back to the edge, Milo put his hand on the back of her head and refused to let her stop her sweet torment. When he could stand it no longer, he took his hand from the back of Paige’s head and grabbed the bedspread. She came away just as Milo growled her name and came over her hands. Paige sat back on her heels and looked smug as he spiraled back down to earth.
Satisfied that she’d won the upper hand, Paige got to her feet and walked to the bathroom, but she didn’t make it far. Milo shot up and grabbed her hand. With a devious smile and more energy than he should have, he threw her down on the bed.
"My turn."
"Show me what ya got." Paige taunted.
Slowly, as if he were a tiger stalking his prey, Milo crawled up the length of her. He pressed her into the mattress with a kiss but came up as she caught his bottom lip between her teeth. He tugged it free and started his descent lower. Slowly he pulled the straps of her bra down each arm until, too late, Paige realized that in her position, her arms were now trapped. Slowly he pulled the cups on the bra down so that her breasts freed themselves. He took one nipple into his mouth and tortured it with his tongue; relishing the way it came to life and hardened in his mouth. His tongue flicked back and forth over the ultra sensitive bud until Paige was squirming. Then he moved to the other breast repeating his sweet ministrations until she was panting from the sensations. He moved up to kiss her again.
"Is that all you’ve got" Paige taunted when he’d pulled back.
"Oh no. Not by a long shot."
He went back to her breasts but this time, the hand not supporting him worked its way into her lacy underwear. With his index finger he began to play with her bud, coaxing it from its hiding spot. He’d flick his tongue then he’d circle his finger. Paige moaned and bucked but he held on. Slowly, Milo slipped his middle finger into her, working it in a circular motion. Presently he slipped his ring finger inside the tightness. Paige bucked harder, but it only made his fingers sink deeper.
"Ah!" She moaned.
After her nipples were sufficiently suckled and in no danger of ever retreating, Milo, still working his hand began to work his mouth down her body. For a fraction of a second, he removed his hand only to turn it and begin ministrations again. With his free hand, he slipped the bit of lace down and began a slow, sweet reign of kisses up her inner thigh pausing to circle the tender flesh at each kiss site with the point of his tongue. Paige buckled and twisted, trying to escape, but nothing could free her but the orgasm that seemed to be just out of her reach. As his kisses reached his hand, Milo let his tongue replace his thumb as he began working her clitoris. Slow swipes with the tip of his tongue and it came out to play only to have Milo blow cold air on it for it to retreat. It was when he began to suck at it in earnest that Paige shot like a rocket to the top of her peak and prepared to jump off. The slight tension around his fingers tipped Milo off and he ceased his ministrations completely, sending Paige sliding back to the base of her mountain.
"No!" Paige groaned. "No! No! No!"
To which, Milo responded by resuming his torture by returning to her breasts and starting from the top.
In answer to the four times Paige carried him to his peak and denied him release, Milo worked Paige up only to deny her the very same jump into oblivion. She mewed, groaned, and even cursed him roundly but he refused her the final break.
"Please…" She mewed.
It was the tone Milo had been waiting for. He left her breasts one final time and moved his face down between her legs. Silently, he curled his middle and index finger into her and circled all while using his tongue to draw her bud out to play again. She tightened around his fingers, her bud came out to play, and she spiraled off into oblivion calling his name as she broke into a million pieces. Before she could touch back down to earth, Milo’d unhooked her bra, freed her arms, laid back on the bed, and pulled her astride him.
As Paige’s senses touched back down, Milo slammed her onto him and grabbed her hips setting a breakneck speed. Not one to be outdone, Paige held on letting the sensation build. Suddenly, Milo withdrew from her causing Paige to half scream, half whimper. He bent her over and took her from behind. He leaned in close as if he were going to stretch and kiss her, but he wrapped his hands around her middle to finger her as he thrust, sending ripples of desire through Paige.
Every time one of them was close to that epic, final jump into oblivion, Milo would stop and reposition them. After taking her from behind, he went to her on top but backwards so that when she lay back, he had free reign on her breasts. When he felt her tightening again, he swapped them around again, so that he was on top and able to make it as slow as he pleased. To her credit, Paige tried everything in her power to speed him but the more she tried, the slower he went until, at one point, he was pausing between each thrust of his hips.
"You can’t continue this forever." Paige breathed. "You have to let go sometime and when you do…"
"I’m taking you right with me." He replied as he thrust into her one more time. "Do you yield?"
"Never."
He ripped himself from her body only to fall to the bed and drag her on top of him. She tried to get on him but he kept moving from her grasp.
"Do you yield?" he asked.
"Never." She replied catching him and holding him straight as she sank onto him.
This time Paige set the rhythm for a bit before Milo took her hips in his hands and began pumping her harder.
"Do you yield?" he asked
"Never!" but there was much less conviction to the word than before.
He began to thumb her clitoris again as he grinded her atop him. She was powerless to escape the iron grip he had on her hips with his other arm and he could feel her tightening around him once more.
"Do. You. Yield?" He ask forcefully thrusting himself into her more fully with each word.
"I yield!" She screamed with her head thrown back.
Milo grabbed her hands and they both jumped over the edge. Spent and unable to move on her own accord, Paige flopped onto Milo’s chest panting. With extreme effort, Milo wrapped his arms around her and rolled to the side.
"Now, will you marry me?" He asked.
"Uh huh." Paige sighed.
"Ti amo, amore mio." (I love you my love.)
"Ti amo, troppo." (I love you too.)
