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Teasing Malik had turned into one of Millie’s favorite hobbies. She loved the way his body reacted to the mere sight of hers. How his eyes carefully followed every movement she made, the way he would fist his hands until his knuckles turned white, or how he would look at her in the same way a starving man would look at a feast. He made her feel wanted, beautiful, and seen. She loved it. No one made her feel the way Malik did.
Everything had started without even intending to start anything. It was during a boring and repetitive consul meeting that Malik and Millicent had been forced to attend. As in other consul meetings, The Blood Queen was sitting at the head of a long white table, and Dukes and Duchesses sat at both sides, surrounding her. For hours, they pretended to talk about politics as if they cared what happened to the people of Solis. The truth was that the blood queen only wanted to make the dukes and duchesses believe that they had some sort of power of decision to keep them quiet and pleased. On the other hand, the Dukes and Duchesses would travel all the way to the capital for those meetings only so they could brag about their riches, and also drink that thick, dark red liquid that, as much as it resembled wine, wasn’t wine.
During one of these meetings, Millie, who was always asked to stand straight behind the Queen or near the front door of the room as the other handmaidens did, was required by the blood queen herself to serve the guests and keep their glasses filled. As she did what she had been asked, her eyes kept peeking at Malik, who was sitting at one of the corner seats at the end of the table, looking sorrowful. There was no actual reason for him to be there, but the blood queen would take him wherever she went. To the queen of Solis’s eyes, Malik was some sort of trophy over Atlantia. The crowned prince of Atlantia sat at a table full of vampires and was completely under her dominance. To her, having Malik captive was a win over the Atlantian crown, but mainly over Malik’s mother, and the queen of Solis loved to brag about it by taking Malik to every meeting, dance, celebration, and dinner.
Malik, who had felt Millie’s eyes on him, was following her graceful movements as she was serving the guests and got closer and closer to him. When Millie walked behind Malik, not bothering to fill his glass because he didn’t even have one, she subtly brushed her hand against the back of his neck, which was exposed because his long blond hair was tied up in a small bun. For every round of drinks that Millie served, she tried to touch Malik in some way without anyone noticing. The first time it was his neck, the second was a short, soft caress on the back of his upper arm, the third time she moved one of her fingers up his spine, and the last opportunity Millie had to be close to Malik, was when the duchess sitting on his side dropped her fork and Millie moved to pick it up for her. By being hidden by the table, Millie pressed her hand against Malik’s thigh and caressed it as she motioned to stand up again.
By the end of the night, Millie was happy. Malik looked much less miserable than he had done before, and that was exactly what she had aimed for. She had tried to comfort him with her touch, to make him aware of her presence, and to remind him that she was there for him and that he was not alone. However, later she found out that companionship was not what Malik had felt during the meeting.
When Millie was finally alone and on her way to her chambers, a hand grabbed her by the arm and pushed her into one of the many dark corridors. Within seconds, Malik’s mouth was devouring hers. His hands rumbled all over her body, and his lips traveled back and forth from her neck and cleavage to her mouth again. Millie, who was still surprised but pleased, tried to follow his hungry pace and wrapped her arms around him, fisting the hair at the nape of his neck. Malik growled and deepened the kiss, pressing her more into the white wall that was behind her. Millie felt her body heating up and a raw need taking over her. She unconsciously moved her hips, trying to get some sort of friction, but Malik tightened his grip on her waist to hold her in place. Millie suddenly felt the absence of his lips on her skin, so she lifted her eyes and found that Malik was already looking at her. The beautiful amber iris that reminded Millie of the autumn leaves had melted into hot honey that was hidden behind pitch-black pupils. Desire was evident on his face. He desired her. Malik’s lips were slightly parted, as they looked swollen and glossy from the kiss they had just shared. Millie knew she didn’t look any better. She could feel her lips burning and her legs softly trembling. She wanted more, and so did he. Their bodies were aching for each other. Malik lowered his head back to her neck, but this time he didn't kiss her. He kept his mouth hovering against her sensitive and hot skin. "And why in the world would you fucking do that?" Malik asked her, and by the way his mouth felt on her neck, she knew he was smiling. It was that smile that Millie loved—the one that showed a hint of fangs and formed the dimple on his cheek. Millie didn’t know what he meant, so she remained silent. "Don’t play innocent now, Millie. "You knew what you were doing." Malik pressed his hips against her belly, and Millie felt the growing bulge in the front of his breeches. She couldn’t help letting out an involuntary low whimper as her body took dominance of her and moved her hips looking for any kind of touch. Malik tightened the grip on her hips and brought her closer to his body until there were not even inches between them. Millie shivered and clung to his neck and hair as she felt a trail of wet kisses being left on her skin. She wanted more. Her body felt like it was burning from the inside, and it ached for his touch. "With all that damn touching, you can’t keep your hands to yourself, can’t you? Now, when I get back to my chambers," Malik spoke under his breath, as he continued to worship her body with his touch. "I am going to fist my cock while I picture you under me, whimpering and moaning my name while I hold your hands over your head, and pleasure you until you come around me." His words and the heat of his body made Millie’s heart beat faster. She wanted him to take her with him and do whatever he pleased with her body. When she was going to kiss him again, they heard footsteps approaching. Malik lifted his head, and Millie saw a shadow of sadness that hadn’t been there before. Milicent gave him a thigh smile as she also felt a wave of deception wash away the heat of her body. They both knew that they could not be seen alone, which was even worse in the position they were in.
Malik kissed her forehead softly and quickly walked away to his chambers, which were on the opposite side of the castle. The absence of Malik’s body made her feel cold and empty in some ways. Millie had never felt like that before. She had had sex with other men before, but she had never been so needy for someone. She had kissed Malik before an uncountable number of times, and many of those times she had felt her body aching for his touch, but nothing compared to the way she felt in that hallway. It was not only lust; it was a raw, visceral need for more. She wanted more of him. She just wanted and needed more. But it wasn’t just that—the need for Malik's voice, the burning heat of his body, and the desperation in the movements of his hands to have more—to have more of her. She had never been so wet before. Millie wanted Malik to desire her like a madman.
Years had passed since the night Millie discovered her favorite activity, teasing Malik to the point where he couldn’t do anything about it but wait for them to be alone. Nevertheless, the teasing was always subtle, Millie didn’t even want to think about what would be done to Malik if anyone ever found out about what was going on between them.
When they were in public, like during a waltz organized by the Blood Queen, an assembly with the dukes and duchesses, formal dinners, or any other absurd event that they were forced to attend, Millie’s teasing was extremely subtle, to say the least, but it was enough for Malik to notice. A bow a little too low, accidentally brushing her chest against his back while trying to walk, her hands brushing against his or his thighs. But when they were alone, it was a whole different story.
On the night of the second of June, a ballroom dance and dinner were taking place in honor of the queen’s birthday. Every noble and wealthy family was invited to the main castle in the capital of Carsodonia to celebrate. That night, for Millie, was different from all the other public events that had been organized by the crown up to that point. This time, she was allowed to take part in the party as any other guest instead of a handmaiden because it was a mascara-teamed party. Millie would be wearing a delicate black dress and a Venetian* eye porcelain mask that had been gifted to her, especially for this dance. She would still have to dye her hair black because, according to the Queen, Millie’s natural white-blond color was too notorious. In addition, she had been looking forward to that night because Malik would be back in Carsodonia after he had been sent to Pendurth* for two months, and he would have to attend the party. Sitting alone in her bed, Millie allowed her body to relax completely for the first time in years. The palace would be completely crowded that night, and that meant that everyone would be too busy to care about what she did or didn’t do; Isbeth’s and Callum’s attention would be elsewhere instead of on her; and Millie would be free to be whoever she wanted that night.
The night sky was aglow with bright castle lights. Millie danced till her feet hurt, but now, she had moved away from the dance floor and was standing with her back resting against one of the corner walls. Her eyes moved rapidly, scanning the place another time, but once again she couldn’t find him. There was no sign of his tall, blond figure or his mesmerizing amber eyes. Malik hadn’t arrived yet.
"What is a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this all alone?" Millie turned her head to the side, where a tall, lanky brunette man stood with a cocky smile on his face. "Does the pretty girl not speak Uhm?" No, not talking had been one of the conditions she would have to follow if she wanted to stay at the party. Millie shook her head, careful not to ruin the braided bun that held her wavy hair together. "I see." The man took another step forward. "And does the pretty girl dance?" Millie had to fight the need to roll her eyes at being called a pretty girl, that was a horrible flirting pet name. Nevertheless, she was bored, and the person she was waiting to see never showed up. Also, even if the man wasn’t her type, he was still attractive. Millie’s man type was bulkier and bigger, but she didn’t need to be so peaky for one dance. "Is that a yes, pretty girl? the waltz round will start soon" a slight feeling of disappointment hugged her heart even when she knew that was something stupid, but she couldn’t help it. When she was told that the party would be a masquerade dance, Millie started daydreaming about dancing the waltz with Malik. Without having to worry about being heard or seen and without anything to hide, she had thought that maybe they could pretend that she wasn’t her mother’s slave and Malik wasn’t a captive prince. But he was not there, and Millie would not spend the rest of the night leaning against a wall.
The man was a great dancer; his movements were elegant and followed the rhythm of the music in a perfect compass. It had only taken a few minutes into the dance for the man, whose name was William, to get too comfortable with her. It had only taken seconds for him to pose his hand on Mille’s waist, but lower than it should have been. William was as good a talker as he was a dancer. She hadn’t said a word, and yet William managed to have a full conversation about himself with himself.
When Willan made Millie spin in the middle of the song, that was when Millie saw him standing there, surrounded by lords and ladies. Malik stood there, gazing in her direction, observing every movement she made from behind the white eye mask he was wearing. When Millie found herself facing Willan’s chest, because she was much shorter than him, all she could think of now was Malik. Malik looked as flawless as he always did, and Millie still couldn’t understand how he managed to always look like a fearless warrior but at the same time have the look of the authority of a prince. Millicent closed her eyes and imagined that the body that danced with her belonged to her lover.
As Willan spun her again, she opened her eyes to see Malik, but that time she realized something she hadn’t noticed before. His muscles were tense, his jaw painfully clenched, and his eyes weren’t on her; they were on William’s hands. The way Malik stared at the man behind her sent a shiver through her back. The Atlantian prince's gaze had turned dark, and his stare promised a painfully slow death. When Millie faced William’s chest again, a mischievous smile crept onto her lips.
"And that is how I ended up here in Carsonia." Millie had no idea what William had been saying, and honestly, she didn’t care either. Nonetheless, she laughed clearly and loudly, throwing her head back in the same way only Malik could make her laugh. Millie smiled brightly at her companion but kept her mouth shut without pronouncing a word. She knew Malik was watching them. She could feel his stare burning at her back.
Using the hand that was resting on William’s shoulder, she brought his body closer to hers to the point where anyone who looked at them would curl their lips in disapproval. Millie’s dress was not precisely discreet, but she loved the curves of her body, and showing them off was something she liked to do. The loose neck of the gown revealed most of the skin of her neck and chest, and it also showed a part of her breasts where the silky fabric clung to them to keep her body covered. With William’s body pressing against hers, her breasts were squeezed up against the limits of her gown. William’s gaze moved from her eyes down to her body, and his pale face turned red in a mere few seconds. Millie peered in Malik’s direction and had to hold back the little smile that tried to show on her face. His eyes were frozen where Millie’s chest connected with William’s. Despite not giving away even a hint of what his emotions were, Millie knew better. He was taking slow, deep breaths, and by the way his mouth was moving, she knew he must be biting the tip of his tongue with one of his fangs, as he did every time something irritated him. Millie had to hold back the little smile that was trying to show on her face.
Millie had started to move her left hand that rested on William’s shoulder to caress his chest when she noticed that William’s attention was no longer on her but behind her. Seconds later, she heard his voice, deep and husky. He was close enough that if she slightly tilted her head back, it would soon rest on his chest.
"Sorry man, but can I steal her for a dance?" Millicent's gaze was drawn to William's face, expecting to see his chin held high, shoulders back, and an arrogant smile on his face, ready to send the other man away out of pride, as most men in Solis would have done. Instead, she noticed William's face turning red and his eyes scanning every visible inch of Malik.
"Sure," William said quietly, but then, as if the man who had flirted with Millie earlier had pushed back the newishly shy version of him, he added, with a confident smile, "as long as I get to dance with you too." Malik smiled, and so did she. When it came to the Atlantian prince, there was no such thing as a "type." He liked men and women in all shapes and forms.
"Save the last dance of the night for me. I’ll find you," promised Malik to William, who smiled at Millie and kissed her cheek before leaving the dance floor and walking to the open garden doors.
Warm hands wrapped around her waist and a hard chest pressed against her back. "Now, what the hell was all of that?" Malik rested his chin on Millie's shoulder. "What games are you playing, Millicent?" His hot breath made her shiver, and her heart bumped hard and fast against her rib cage. She didn’t speak a word as she grabbed Malik’s hand and walked them out of the ballroom and out to the silent, empty hallway.
Their steps echoed in the darkness of the castle. Millicent strode in silence, keeping a firm hold of Malik’s hand, who was following her content. Millie walked them to the library, which was one of the biggest rooms in the castle yet the least visited; it was also Malik’s favorite place to be while in Carsodonia. The library was only illuminated by the dim light of the moon, which entered through various windows that went from the floor to the ceiling.
"Are you going to rea-" Malik was suddenly cut off by Millie’s lips on his. Her mask now rested on the divan that was at his back. It wasn’t a slow, soft kiss; they were desperate for each other, and they were not scared to show it. Malik’s lips were full and felt warm against her mouth; the feel of them had become an addiction to Millie. Her hands went to his hair, clasping the free soft strands of gold in there and pulling them until a moan that was drowning in her mouth escaped Malik. His hand moved from her low back to her thick thighs, squeezing and pressing her body more into his. Millie moved one of her hands down, slowly creasing his neck and resting it on his chest. Malik’s body shivered under her touch, and deepened the kiss. He needed more. He needed all of her.
Millicent pushed him kindly until he felt the divan behind him, finally breaking the kiss. Their fast, heavy breaths were the only sounds in the library, and probably also in that whole sector of the castle. Malik’s eyes shone under the light of the moon, and his lips had turned redder and swollen, which only made her want to kiss him even more.
Millicent stood between his spread legs and bowed to the wait to take off his mask. Malik’s eyes were glued to the neck of her dress, which was too loose to keep much of her body covered as she bowed. She admired his now naked face and caressed his cheek softly.
"Come here, Millie, I haven’t had enough of you." Malik’s voice was low yet soft and needy, he wasn’t ordering her, he was pleading her, and she couldn’t deny him anything.
Millie cupped his face in her hands and slowly leaned closer until her lips were hovering over his. Malik’s eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed, and his lips shiny.
"Please," he begged under his breath, and Millie gave in. She kissed him softly, but it didn’t last as the hunger and need took over them. Soon they were kissing as desperately as before.
Malik’s hand went to her back, pulling her closer and settling Millie with her knees on either side of his waist. She arched her back at the feel of his bulge pressing against her core. His thigh breeches and the thin material of her gown served as no barrier. Malik’s free hand slides slowly from her waist to one of her breasts, playing the tip of her nipple through the fabric of her gown. Malik’s lips went to her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and soft bites behind.
"Use me." His words sounded muffled against her skin, and his hot breath made her tremble. "Use my body and make yourself come, don’t stop this time." Malik’s hands moved under the opens at the sides of her gown and cupped her ass, "I want to see you pleasure yourself, but I want your eyes on me as you do it. I want to hear you moan my name over and over as you drive yourself to the edge, and when you finally come, I want to feel your wetness against me." Malik leaned back against the divan, and, with his hands still on her rear, he pulled Millie closer to him and lowered her hips back against his hard lenght. "Don’t you see what you do to me?" Malik moved his hips against her, and the feeling of his cock made her entire body shake. "Come for me, Millie. Please,'' his right hand moved from her ass, caressing her thick tights until it rested on his noticeable bulge. His hand was so close to her heating core that she could feel his knuckles almost pressing against her wetness; she would have begged him to end that torture and just touch her. His hand wrapped around his dressed cock, and his head tilted back as he pressed gently. "I am not ashamed to tell you that I have pictured you touching yourself when I was alone in my chambers, making myself come." Malik’s gaze zoomed on hers once again as he stroked his arousal, being careful not to get himself on edge. "Do you want to know what I play nonstop on my head when making myself come?" Millie nodded slowly, feeling incapable of doing anything else besides staring at his eyes and fighting the urge of her body to grind her hips against his knuckles. "Do you remember that time I fell asleep in your chambers a few months ago? Do you remember what you did when you thought I was asleep?" Millie didn’t answer, but Malik knew that she did remember as her face grew ten times redder than it already was. She didn’t feel uncomfortable or embarrassed, Malik never made her feel that way, but the thought of him being awake was mortifying. "You know Millie," she startled at the feeling of his fingers now brushing the inside of her thigh and slowly climbing to her arousal, "That night you sneaked to your beating chambers and you played with yourself" Millie’s hands went instinctively to Malik’s broad, dressed shoulders, and her gaze dropped to where his hand disappeared under her gown. She couldn’t see farther than the slow movements of her gown, but she could feel how he explored her, how one of his fingers lazily stroked her folds without actually entering her or even caressing that bubble of nerves. He was just moving his finger up and down. It was overwhelming, it was driving her mad; she needed more. "No," Malik held her chin with his free hand and forced her gaze on his, "I said that I wanted your eyes on me this time. I have never forgotten how sweet your moans were that night, even when you tried to shut them down. The sound of you coming has haunted every single one of my dreams ever since. I want to hear them again, I need to hear them again, Millie, but this time I want to see you; this time I won’t be pleased with only imagining you with your legs spread, your head leaned back, and your eyes closed, as your hand works on yourself, entering, stroking, pitching." A low, guttural groan came from Malik at the image that was slowly forming on his head. Suddenly, the finger that had been stroking her came to a complete stop, and coldness grew inside her at its absence. Malik drove his finger, now soaked and sticky with her wetness, in front of her, "Your pussy is so wet, such a needy little thing aren’t you?" His words came as a murmur as he spoke to himself. Amber eyes stared deeply into hers, hungry, as Malik closed his mouth around the wet finger. Millie’s entire body quivered at the sight of Malik. He looked as if he was feasting on his last meal. As an uncontrollable impulse, her hips ground against his. The feeling of the dry and rough texture of his breeches against her soft exposed skin almost made her finish. She needed the relief. "That's it. Take it from me, princess.Use me to please yourself," a strangled cry came from Millie as she ground against him once again, but harder this time.
Millie’s movements increased in force and speed as she could feel herself getting closer. Malik’s arms were resting on her hips under her gown, which was now a mess as much as she was. One of the shoulders of her dress had fallen out of place, leaving one of her breasts on full display. Her hair, which had been perfectly done earlier, was now a jumble of falling curls and other smaller strands sticking to her sweaty forehead; Millie couldn't care less when Malik looked at her as if she were a goddess instead of her sweaty and barely dressed self. His gaze was fixed on her now bare breast, which moved in the direction of her hips, jiggling with her every movement.
"Fuck it," Malik muttered, and before Millie could ask or say anything, her gown was being peeled off her body and thrown somewhere on the library floor. She didn’t stop her motion or slow down. She couldn’t stop now when the tingle sensation inside her was growing with each encounter between her skin and Malik’s clothes. His mouth lowered to the valley between her breasts, kissing and sucking on her skin. Millicent whimpered in need and arched her back, driving his mouth closer to her. Malik closed his eyes as his mouth closed around the sensitive tip of her right breast. Millicent felt like her world was shattering when his fangs brushed against her skin. She didn’t bother to silence herself or control the desperate way her hips rode Malik’s clothed body. Millie let her instincts take over and her body move on its own; her hands clasped to Malik's long hair, holding him against her skin as she moved closer and closer to her orgasm.
All of a sudden, the warm feeling in Malik’s mouth disappeared, and as she opened her eyes to complain, a sharp, striking pain in her rear hit her. Then another smack on her other asscheeks left the skin there ticking and probably marked. Malik was now sitting against the divan again, but due to his height, he was still towering over her.
"Your eyes on me, Millicent." He fisted her hair and forced the front of her body to lean against his, and the sensation made her scream. Her sensitive and sore nipples were now being rubbed against the hard material of his shirt, and her clit was now fully pressing against the solid muscles of his thighs. Malik was now bouncing his leg up and down, increasing the speed that hit her sensitive core harder each time. "Look at the mess you made." The fist in her hair forced her to bow her head. Two dark gray spots were notorious on Malik’s breeches, one on his crotch where she had been grinding until a few moments ago, and now one straight wet line had formed on his thigh, the exact spot where she was being ground now. The evident mark of her arousal made her blush, and her breath caught. Mali’s grip on her hair had moved now to her hips, where both of his hands were pressing her sensitive and tired body down against his harder one, sending waves of pleasure with each contact she had with him. Millie couldn't hold it anymore. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. His mouth on her now reddish, used nipple, the pressure of his calloused hands on her naked hips, and every touch of him on her aching and soaked core It was all too much.
"Malik please" She wasn’t sure what she was pleading for, but her body was on fire. "Malik, please," she cried desperately once more.
"What are you pleading for, Millicent?" Tell me, and I will give it to you." His voice was low and calm, as if he wasn’t as aroused as she was.
"I need to come, please." She was desperate. She didn’t care to beg. She would do it if it was going to give her body the much-awaited relief.
"Wait" before she could complain, Malik’s hands moved away from her waist, one fisting again her hair and leaning her body closer to his, now her breasts were being squeezed against his torso and clit fully pressed against his pants, her body completely exposed and at anyone's disposal for the new position. Tears of pleasure and desperation were running down Milli’s face at that point. When she opened her mouth to beg again, her words were replaced by a loud moan at the feeling of Malik's fingers inside her. Two fingers were moving inside and out of her at a considerable speed. "Now cum for me, cum around my fingers." Malik curved his fingers deep inside her, and that was enough to push her off the edge. Millie’s vision faded as she cried out Malik’s name over and over, and an explosion of pleasure took over her.
Millicent was still naked, and her body had gone numb on top of Malik’s, who was fully closed and was rubbing her hair softly.
"Millicent" She loved how her name sounded on his lips.
"Mhm," Millie didn't trust her voice to not sound strangled, and she was too tired to even talk; her legs were shaking, and it was difficult for her to keep her eyes open.
Malik kissed the top of his head, and his voice sounded muffled by her hair, but it was still clear enough that Millie could notice that he was smiling as he said, "I love you." Millie smiled. He was always like that with her—tender, sweet, respectful. How could she be so lucky to have him? What has she done to deserve his love? She didn’t understand. Her life had been a chain of failures from the day she was born. But the way Malik looked at her made her heart ache. The past didn’t matter, and the future was brighter when he looked at her with his amber eyes shining and his emotions naked for her to see.
"I love you too, but you still owe a dance to that poor boy." Malik laughed and hugged her tightly.
"He is cute," she agreed and laughed along with him. "He will have to wait; I have to change clothes." A mischievous smile broke across his lips. Millie moved slowly off Malik’s lap; her body was still feeling heavy and tired. "That hadn’t happened in a long time." Millie followed Malik’s gaze down to his pants, where the fabric had turned darker and looked wet and sticky. Malik blushed at the heat of Millie’s stare.
"You love me, that is for sure." Both laughed again and then stayed in comfortable silence, enjoying the darkness of the library and each other.