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The rain made her wet clothes stuck to her body like second skin. He could see the pale skin from now see through material. The cool air made her shudder but that wasn't enough to bring her closer to the king.

 The king stared hard at the beauty in front of him. He gulped when she timidly remove hairs away from her face. The water droplets still dripping down her throat and it made the king clench his fist to stop himself from running to her and suck that smooth skin. Just like he did hundred times before. 

He suddenly remember how sweet her lips tasted and he craved for that taste again. But he knew it's too late now. 

"Remove your clothes or you might catch cold" the authority in his voice buckled her knees but she had seen worse. He hold out his royal blue cape to her so she can cover up herself with it.

"I left your Kingdom. You are not my king anymore " she tried to keep her voice from shivering. The anger in her eyes was prominent. 

"What are you trying to imply here?" The king step closer.  Too close for her convenience. The rage began to built up inside him too. 

"You can't order me around anymore " she stated and looked away. 

The stubbornness he had fallen for. But things have changed now.

At this the king laughed. That dark laughter she knows too well.

"Should I remind you what else I'm to you? Other than your king, love? " he step closer.

She didn't want to look away anymore. The authority and dominance suits him.

"Should I remind you my every touch, my every kiss or my every stroke ..."

"Enough" she turn around. Almost embarrassed and nostalgic. 

"That's for interrupting a king." 

He turn her around in his arms and swiftly claim her sweet lips. 

She moaned and realise that she could never run away from him now.

 Even if she wants to he would never let her.
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