   Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do? Now that I have allowed you to beat me! Do you think that we could play another game? Maybe I can win this time? I kind of like the misery you put me through. Darling, you can trust me completely. If you even try to look the other way, I think that I could kill this time. |
| Hey, You're crazy bitch. But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it. When I dream, I'm doing you all night, Scratches all down my back to keep me right on. |
| The night in Italy was warm and filled with joyous aura. But why was it filled with such happiness? Because it was the Glass Ball. Every royal family was attending the Cresthaven Manor for the ball. Pairings danced, people laughed and people smiled. They were all having such a good time! All except the kings daughter, Anastasia Cresthaven, who sat on the throne next to her beloved, dying father. The woman sighed softly then peered up to stare at her father for a moment before she stood up, her royal, silk gowns shivering in disturbance by this movement, and she headed off the platform where the thrones rested and she made her way towards the double French glass doors that lead outside to the balcony garden. She didn't need to push the doors open, since there were people outside either dancing or kissing. She scowled at these couples as she headed out and she sighed, walking towards the stone railings, her hands coming to rest against the hard surface. She looked up at the sky, her eyelids drooping over her purple irises. She was suppose to be happy on this night of the Glass Ball but she just couldn't find the will to do so. Another sigh past her lips before she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her father probably followed her. Just when she was about to speak, a familiar voice cooed out to her like silk. "Miss Anastasia., what are you doing out here?" Darius.. She felt the familiar heat that she would feel everytime she saw the knight. She turned her head to stare at him and she smiled softly. "I needed air." Darius blinked slightly and he smiled, stepping back and bowing his upper body forward with his hand held out to her. "Would you care to dance then?" Her eyes widened slightly at his sudden forwardness and she blushed softly, nodding. Her hand dropped into his own and she bit her lip when she felt that sudden bolt of electricity whenever she touched him. He as well felt it as he guided her towards the center of the garden. Her right arm draped around his shoulders as her hand remained into his still and she felt his other arm drape around her waist. They soon begun to dance to the soft motion of the music that played faintly inside. Darius continued to smile and he looked up at the sky as the two danced. "It is a beautiful night..." She as well looked up, smiling softly and she nodded in response. "It is.." He dropped his gaze from the sky to stare at her, his head tilting slightly. "But not as beautiful as you, Anastasia.." Anastasia's eyes widened slightly when he spoke and the blush returned. She met his gaze and her head as well tilted. They continued to stare at one another before Darius finally decided to break the ice and lean in slowly. She mirrored him until their lips met in a soft, passionate kiss, their bodies still dancing to the music and as they continued to kiss and dance, she felt them both falling with the rest of the world. |
Some of that, and I'm high as a kite.
Some of this, and I'm weak on my knees.
Some of that, and I'm unable to think.
Some of this, and I'm set for a lifetime.
Some of that and I'm on the ground.
Twincestual Wife. 
Sta.sh
