The king's eyes

Satine

Tonight is my night.

I’m wearing a long satiny red dress, my signature.

Satin to recall my name, red to recall my demonic heritage, a long side slit for... the challenge.

But tonight, I am also the red of raw, vivid, and heartbreaking love.

The one who hurts, the one who burns us and makes us lose our footing...

I am that love, without restraint, without artifice, without pretense... Enraged.

I know Romeo will be there, and I intend to get the red in him. The one I see all buried under a layer of control and obsession with the perfect image, in a perpetual search for recognition and approval around him.

My hair is loose, as often, a little wild.

My black makeup makes my eyes stand out. My high heels make me feel slender and voluptuous.

I represent my raw heart.

I come on stage.

People greet me from near and far, with warm smiles and their glasses raised to wish me a good life.

No one seems to have a problem with my somewhat provocative outfit, people know who I am, and I’m assertive and proud of it.

I’m going to go kiss my uncles and then enjoy the party.

I probe the crowd in search of my beloved.

I have a drink and chat with some acquaintances I have met recently, militia leaders, and friends of Fanur who are in high places.

I see Chérine throwing me a kiss from the back of the room, I answer her with a wink and a big smile.

She is hot, with a shiny black strapless dress, also split, an assumed neckline, and stiletto heels. Her black hair was in a strict, neat bun, not a single hair sticking out.

Zied offers me to dance, and I accept.

My dress twirls to the rhythm of this rumba very well mastered by my cousin, he highlights me and makes me do tricks on myself to capture attention and impress people.

It works because a long-awaited gaze is fixed on me.

This pair of blue eyes that are almost black from here burns me with lust.

I love that.

Other men offer me their arm to continue this devilry, and I gladly accept.

I let my eyes search him for a moment, to make sure they haven’t left me.

Oh no, they are always very attentive to my eager call, and my thirst for passion.

I admit that I play it a little. I express sensuality, and I feel jealousy consuming him.

He’s in pain, he’s enraged, and that’s exactly what I’m asking.

His eyes have left me, I can’t find them anymore...

When I wonder if I’ve overdone it, I’m pulled by the arm and pressed against a massive, imprisoning chest.

I raise my head... My Romeo captured me. He grits his teeth and glares at me.

Okay, I went a little hard.

He starts to move while keeping me pressed against him.

A tango… Slow and painful.

This tango is us, it is our impossible love, our inexhaustible hunger for the other.

His lips brush the skin of my shoulder, my neck... His forehead against mine makes our mouths burn with temptation.

His hand lifts one of my legs to rock me into his embrace.

Our dance is dangerous, intoxicating, and desperate.

My hand on the back of his neck, I run my fingers through his hair. I breathe in the hollow of his neck, eyes closed... I only want to live on sensations.

Our panting breaths, our intertwined legs, and our unprecedented intimacy make us forget time, space, and life around us.

When the music ends, we gradually let go of our reverie, then we hear applause.

I look all around us at the faces captured by our performance. We embarked the whole room in our sweet suffering thus expressed.

The looks end up delivering us and the evening resumes its course when I feel Romeo pulling me again by the arm.

This time he takes me.

We cross the room without being noticed too much because, after our show, everyone obviously wants to occupy the track, in turn, to let go of the demon in them.

We are inspiring, I guess.

Romeo drags me down a hallway and into a small isolated room. I think he’s angry, and he doesn’t want to be heard yelling at the future queen.

He throws me in the room and locks himself with me

" You’re crazy! Satine, you are absolutely crazy!

You are going to ruin our lives!

You don’t realize what’s at stake! You have to stop this, AT ALL COSTS!" He said, really mad. But I am too!

"NOOO! No, I won’t stop!

I don’t care what’s at stake, you hear me?

AT LEAST I LIVE!

You, what you said? Have no complaints??!!

When are you going to allow yourself to live Romeo? When are you going to stop laying low?!!

You have the right to happiness, joy, thrills, and love!

Stop wanting to show your good faith every minute, justify yourself, and always want to prove your worth!!

You have nothing more to prove!!!"

"YOU KNOW NOTHING!

You don’t know what was waiting for me in Drazzel when I went back! You don’t know all the hate I caused to people who uncovered the face of Shezaar's son, not to mention the dirty tricks of the remaining opponents!

Everyone treated me like a worthless pariah, a scum, even my mother wouldn’t talk to me or even look at me!! She never let me see her again!" He said, moved...

His story hurts me and tears come to me...

"...Why didn’t you come back?

I would never have treated you like that, never...

I would have given you everything Romeo..." I confessed.

"You cannot.

My place was in Drazzel, I had to find my life on my own!

I had to take my revenge for all this life force to follow the path that was traced for me!

I had to earn my freedom, at any cost!

I fought, every day. I defended those who had to be defended, I showed myself to be honorable and helpful, I earned people’s respect on my own, and I had to.

I was not offered this place of leader, I won it with my sweat and my blood, it was necessary, it was vital!

But today I can’t screw it up Satine... You’re the king’s daughter... I can’t betray Samael by stealing his queen, again!

Can you imagine that? Speakers throughout the kingdom will loudly proclaim that the son of Shezaar has avenged his father by taking the king’s daughter!!

What will happen after that?? What uprising will it cause??

Will opponents wake up and revolt by destroying everything again, ransacking everything we have built and what we are proud of?

Or the other scenario? We find ourselves chased, then you dishonored, and Samael puts my head on a pike??

WHICH SCENARIO DO YOU CHOOSE SATINE???" He yelled at me.

"I WILL TELL THEM!!

I WILL TELL THEM ALL THAT YOU ARE NOT YOUR FATHER!

But they already know Romeo!! You have done so much for the kingdom, you have already won everyone’s trust for a long time!!

You are not the son of Shezaar, you are the son of water nymphs!!

You are not an outcast or a traitor, you are brave, just, and courageous,

you are smart and generous and

YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!

THE ONE, THE TRUE,

AND I WON’T LET YOU LEAVE ME AGAIN!!"

Romeo jumps on me, and grabs my face to kiss me hard...

I let myself melt into his impatient and impulsive embrace, I so wanted the warmth of his love, so desired his heart and his body...

Nothing holds us back anymore, nothing stops us anymore and I want him to give everything he has, I am everything he has...

He picks me up, grabbing my thighs, and my legs wrap around his waist. He lays me down on a table pressing his erection against my center,

I groaned with a complaint, desire, imperiousness...

He nibbles my neck, and my shoulder, grabs my neck to tilt me ​​back then he plunges into my breasts, I have my arms outstretched to lean against the table and offer myself entirely, he holds my thorax with both hands while devouring my breast he unveiled.

He goes up with his burning kisses to cover my body with his insatiable appetite… He raises his head to look me in the eyes.

His face... his slicked back hair gives her such elegance...

His dangerous, dark eyes warn me… We are on the brink, are we both diving like two lost souls?

“Don’t stop... Don’t stop Romeo”

He attacks my mouth again, he tears off my panties. I open his pants without patience, and he grabs my hips and rushes into me.

We are both moaning that we wanted this so badly… To finally be able to bond…

I feel the small tear at the bottom of my body but it’s almost good to have pain in finally having him, the more he moves, the more the pleasure wins me, then invades me...

His sweet assaults transcend me and my moans echo in the room, I hear him express all he was holding back, all the pain of having taken so much on him.

he lifts my back to hold me tight… His hand holds my jaw and the other holds my hip while he ravishes me…

His face pressed against mine, his eyes speak to me, telling me how much I marked him, how much he is mine...

My pleading gaze asks him to take me too, that I can’t be to anyone else,

I too am yours Romeo, there will always be only you...

His mouth kisses mine, desperately, and lovingly…

My hands rush into his back, when I press on his lower back to push him to take me to the bottom, I feel him tense and hold back a cry of intense relief...

His orgasm tears him apart and violates him so much that he bites his lip until he bleeds...

He keeps his eyes closed...

I can only hear our gasps...

I gently lick the blood from his lower lip, then wrap my arms around his neck. I snuggled up to him...

I love him madly... to the destruction of everything...