The Other Brother

The once prince watched Fiametta’s dark eyes beneath her lush lashes as she flirted recklessly. He could sense with her words as much as her actions that she was trying to drown something out. If it were something he could rescue her from as that knight he didn’t yet know, but at least for tonight he could be a balm to her wounds. The alcohol made it easy, but her beautiful form really sealed the deal for him. A gorgeous woman practically throwing herself at him? Well, maybe he was more of his father than he even realized.

She returned with a dark mysterious tone, he had left the question open ended but she took the thought even further. Anything she wanted? Certainly. There couldn’t be anything she wanted right now that he didn’t also desire. He didn’t deny anything, just raised a brow as he watched her gaze shift to his pale lips and the corners of his mouth lifted in a devious grin. Then her lips were pressed to his as she made her silent demand. Albion couldn’t dream of denying her as he kissed her back, more forceful than her timid slow kiss was.

Before she could resist, not that he thought that she would, Albion shifted himself so that one massive arm could wrap around her shoulder. He aimed to bring her even closer than she was, to show her that his strong arms were there for her to take advantage of if she so chose. "Anything.” He reminded her as his lips pressed to hers.

"Albion Baskara Klien"