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Isla jumped off the balcony immediately after Oro had promised her he would never let her fall again. She opened her eyes in shock when her free-fall stopped mid-air, but then relaxed against Oro's chest. She found out that being surrounded with a pair of strong, comfortable arms was a definite upgrade to the rough vines of the previous day.
To her surprise, the bastard didn't fly up, but eased the fall into the water instead.
After swimming and playing in the water, Oro carried her in his arms through the beach. Isla noticed how her peaked nipples showed against the white fabric of her training shirt, but Oro didn't glance down even once. Ever the gentleman. He only put her down once they had reached the palace's marble floors.
"Since today is the last day of the Centenary, I'll return home tomorrow... I have so much to do in my realm, after all these years of abandonment and lack of powers". Isla said. Oro nodded in understanding.
"Will you have dinner with me tonight?" He asked Isla, looking at her eyes intently. "I'll have Lightlark's specialty prepared, as a departure gift and... as a bribe for you to return" His eyes shone in a million shades of golden.
"I'd love to." She replied with a timid smile in her lips that mirrored his.
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After a dinner date that Isla could have only described as lovely, she headed back to her chambers wondering what the little box Oro had given her minutes ago hid. Before seeing her off for the night, the king had presented her with a departure gift enveloped in the most beautiful rose-petal cloth. She found herself walking at the fastest pace possible to open it up in the privacy of her room. She was going to miss her wildling-theme decorated room, but at the same time she felt enthusiastic about redecorating her own residency. As soon as the door closed behind her she ditched the cloth and pulled up the lid. Oh my. She took the garment in her hands and relished on its delicacy. Isla tried on her new deep-green babydoll without giving it a second thought. The way it clung to her curves was a bit scandalous, and the sheer fabric allowed a glimpse of her nipples. The softness of the piece caressed her body deliciously. And it smelled of him. Not bad for a player, Isla thought. She decided not to think too much about the meaning of the present and let herself fall into the cozy bed and sleep claimed her in a instant.
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Isla jolted awake with the roar of thunder. Outside of the palace, the sky was a spectacle of bright lighting and heavy rain. She had never seen a storm before. Those had been reserved for Lightlark during its cursed years, except for the days of the Centenary, which had ended yesterday. Isla thought for a second that the curse hadn't been lifted after all. Was this a nightmare? Hell no. She was wide awake.
A blinding light appeared and lit the whole of her room. She remained there, standing in the middle of the chamber for a second, in awe, wondering, admiring to some degree. The deafening thunder that came afterwards almost makes the windows shatter and managed to take her out of her trance. She bolted out of the room to find Oro.
When she arrived at Oro's chambers she smacked the door open to find him peacefully sleeping. The thud of the door against the wall woke him up. His sleepy eyes quickly checked her for blood or injuries. None were found, so ehe relaxed back against the headboard.
"What is it, Isla? Are you okay?".
"The storm... the curse..."
"The curse has been lifted. We shared a lovely morning at the sea yesterday, remember?"
Yeah. That couldn't have happened with the curse still on. The tension on Isla's shoulders eased a bit. She alowed herself a peak at Oro's abs, only made possible by the flash of a lightning. He was sleeping naked from the hips up. The thunder rumbled seconds after and she let out a shriek of fear.
"Isla, are you afraid of storms?" Oro asked with a bit of amusement in his voice.
"I'm not" She mumbled, almost trembling "I've never seen one, it's just that".
"Come here" He said, lifting the bed covers and inviting her to cuddle by his side. "I'm sure you won't sleep at all if you return to your room tonight, you'll have a lot of work to do tomorrow in your lands. You should rest...". He turned speechless when Isla came forward, flaunting her new garment.
Isla noticed his eyes checking her out as she walked towards the bed.
"Do you like it?" She murmured in an innocent voice, that wasn't really such thing.
"Too much" He breathed out.
His piercing gaze followed her movements as she climbed on the bed and cuddled beside him. Oro rushed to cover her with the blanket and was instantly relieved by having her curves hidden from his eyes. He took a deep breath before wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Is this okay?" He asked.
"It's perfect" Isla purred.
And damn Oro, for he could live for the rest of his life with his nose buried in Isla's rose-scented hair. Spooning was his favourite way of sleeping with ladies, but he found it a rather intimate thing he prefered to share only with people he cared about. Isla was the first one in two hundred years. And she was the first one that he allowed to stay for the whole night in his chambers. Ever.
She moved against him, ever so slightly, but it was enough for her ass to end up pressed against his erection. Shit. Isla opened her eyes abruptly. She didn't remember what she had done with Grim, but some part of her told her that that thing touching her buttcheeks was a fun thing to deal with.