Bella slept silently and soundly for the first time in months. Her dreams were interspersed with images of Eleazar, memories of the night they'd shared, and in her sleep, Bella smiled to herself for most of the night. She woke halfway, and felt the Prince shift behind her. She kept eyes closed, feeling the warmth on her skin as the day settled in, and feeling a soft kiss placed on her neck. As much as she wanted more of them, she remained still, feeling Eleazar turn over once more.

She shifted in her 'sleep', turning over to face him, and opening one eye to gauge him. His eyes were closed, sadly, but Bella watched him for the longest moment before breaking the silence. "You look deep in thought, Prince." As much as she was smiling as she spoke quietly, Bela's heart wondered idly if he was thinking of how to get rid of the bothersome Queen. But no, he wouldn't have left her that kiss if that were the case.

She watched him, ran her eyes across the lines of his form. She may have had a niggling little worry, but tracing a finger along the inside of his arm, along the muscles, down his side, she still couldn't help but smile. All thoughts of the pain and sorrow she'd left behind seemed so very far away at this point. But still, there was the seed of doubt planted in her mind.

She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his chest, her hand running up from his stomach. "If you want me to leave," she whispered quietly, not looking at him, but instead, placing a kiss a little further down his torso, "I'll leave." She placed a third kiss just above where the sheet rested on his hip before raising her head to look at him. "Do you want me to leave, Prince Alvinoe?" She could feel her skin against his, and could feel how warm he was. She wanted him, with every part of her at that moment. She wanted to replay the evening before, wanted to indulge, wanted to devour. She wanted to be surrounded by him completely.

The thoughts were strange, granted, and Bella had no idea why she wanted to be around him, he the root of many of Chaillot's problems, but something about Eleazar made her want him. Whether she just wanted him for the sex, which she had to admit was far, far more enjoyable than the last experience she had had, or whether she wanted him for something else, she could say. She wanted to lay in this bed, in this room, savouring him, all day. But she couldn't, she knew that. What she had done had started as a ploy, but now, Bella wasn't so sure she could make her demands and walk away.

It had meant something, hadn't it? Or had it? Was she confusing lust with something else, something darker? A connection between the two that could never last, never be known. She was the Queen of Chaillot, and he was the ruler of the Black Market. But they hadn't been. Not for that time together. Perhaps she could stay a little longer if he wanted her to. She didn't have to be back in Chaillot until she had come to some arrangement. Perhaps the arrangement didn't have to be the same as she had initially intended.

She was distracted from her thoughts by his male form once more, and still looking up at him, her chin resting softly on his hip, Bella waited for his answer.

He could be a gentle man, a greedy man, a jealous man and especially a patient man. Eleazar Alvinoe, the Proprietor of the Black Market, could be many things if he wanted to be, but in that moment he was finding it difficult to sit still. His bones were rested even with the minor ache from the previous night. His mind was cleared, but he was suffocating his happiness. He was his normal self, but something was itching at his skin and he had no way to define it. Even as his eyes remained closed he listened to the movements that the Queen beside him made, suggesting that she was awake though the silence only grew between them. If she was playing hard to get again that would only drive Eleazar to show her he could catch her.. again.

Shifting a little, his eyes remained closed though he felt every inch of being watched which only brought a smile to his lips. “If you stare too long I may just disappear.” He teased while a hand ran through his hair. He did love to tease the little Queen who had been so feisty and then so shy. If she was going to be complaining about him now at least it would be good things. Very good things he knew as he could still remember the soft moans and screams she had played for his lovely ears to hear the previous night. He had given her something to remember for sure.. even if she still wanted to hate his guts the moment she left his land.

His thoughts disappeared as seduction settled in.

One kiss to his chest had him smiling, another further had him eager and the last just above his hip finally had his eyes fluttering open to look downwards at the Queen. Pulling his hand to cup her chin he shook his head at her teasingly, “Such a pretty little thing you are.” He said for a moment as his thumb brushed her jaw line. “Though I never mentioned anything of you leaving nor did I imply it. All I did was wait for you to wake up so I could do one thing.” A smile crossed his lips as she rested her chin upon his hip.. Though he would love for a morning that involved those pretty lips of hers travelling just a little more southern he knew that she wasn’t the woman to push that with.

Pulling upwards a bit Eleazar took Anabella by the arms and pulled her on top of him so that she was sitting. Running his hand up along her chin to the back of her neck he looked deeply into her eyes as he smiled, “I’ve waited maybe a few hours to kiss you and I tell you that is long enough.” He said as he leaned in, pulling her face towards his as he kissed her deeply. He didn’t leave room to object and he didn’t leave room to pull away as his other hand snaked around her waist to pull her closer to him, allowing just those parts of him that she teased earlier to wake.

Just as they did Eleazar pulled away with a grin on his face, “Do you see you what you do to me?” He grinned with no shame on his face as he kissed her again but this time shortly. As he did his hand came to brush her hair to the side as he looked at her, “Do you want to leave, is the big question m’dear? I’m not stopping you. As I said when you entered, you’re clothes will be returned to you.” He said smiling at her before leaning in to kiss her shoulder again.

She wasn't used to waking up in any bed other than her own, much less a man's bed. Especially in another Territory. Certainly not the Black Market. And yet, she didn't care, couldn't have been any less worried, afraid, or indeed, happy. As he spoke, humour spicing his voice even more than usual, Bella grinned, wanting to stare even longer, just to prove him wrong. Still, even if he did vanish, Bella would have the delicious memories of the night before to remember the Grey Prince by. His arm, the strong muscles of them flexing as he ran a hand through his hair - Bella watched him like a hunter watching prey. She did so love when he did that.

Her stomach flipped a little as he took her chin, and her eyes sparkled with feigned embarassment as he mentioned 'one thing', which elicited a raised eyebrow as she was shifted to be sitting on his lap. She smiled demurely as he told her how long he had been waiting for a kiss, willfully leaning in to return the passionate gesture, feeling her body's involunatry response to his arousal. Mother nIght, she wanted him, wanted him to want her. Her tongue glanced his as he pulled away, a dark smile on her lips, and a devilish glint in her eyes as he questioned her. She didn't quite trust herself to respond, and simply sighed softly, a faint moan, as he kissed her again.

As he brushed her hair, Anabella felt her skin shudder into gooseflesh beneath him. Her spine tingled at the base, and her breath came out with a shiver. She wanted to feel like that every day. She wanted someone to set her on fire, take away the sadness she felt so very often. Even if it were only for a few hours, she wanted to be a happy Queen. What use was she, if she were miserable, surely her people would be miserable, too? The land would suffer, and eventually, Chaillot would look nothing more impressive to an outsider than the scrublands of Pruul did to her.

Of course, she now knew that there was something that redeemed Pruul a little. Even if she couldn't tell anyone.

She could still enjoy it.

His next question shifted her mood a little. She felt a darkness in her heart that she tried to dispel as he smiled. Did she want to leave? Last night, before she had made it to this point, she probably would, but now she didn't want to go anywhere. She couldn't well take him home to her mother. But then again, was 'never' a suitable answer to give? Not really, not unless this would ever lead to more. She'd already argued herself out of that scenario, and Hell's fire, she didn't want to venture there again. Well, if she were honest, she did, but she wouldn't. She didn't want to be so naive as to allow herself childish ideas.

As the Queen in her stirred a little, she smirked to herself, the darker mood lightening as her mind danced in the gutter with his.

"I don't much care for clothes at the moment, Prince." She wriggled a little in place, teasing him. She could feel him beneath her, and she wondered how long it would take for him to want her completely. She leaned forward, somehow managing to shift herself just so that he was instantly within her, and as she neared his ear, she let out a soft gasp. She moved a little more, waiting for him to pay comlpete attention to her. As she spoke, her words came out breathless, almost caressing. He had given her a taste of another kind of power, and she wanted to use it. Against him this time. She shifted her hips for a final time, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "Does that answer your question, Eleazar?"

There was very minimal beauty that Eleazar didn’t recognized in the world. As the Prince of the Black Market he knew his fair share of taint and corruption, however, that didn’t make him an ignorant man to other things. He could recognize beauty, passion and positive attributes’ in a person within seconds and that was what made him good at what he did. Looking at people was like looking at the front cover of a book and taking interest. Conversing with them was like opening the book to smell the scent of the pages, feel the texture of the paper and reading all the delicious contents within; it was the same way with people. When Eleazar looked at Anabella, his golden eyes shimmering with lust, he saw a book that he had only read a few chapters of and found himself lost within. He wanted to know more. He wanted the right to know more and to taste more. He wanted the Queen in ways that he wasn’t used too. He wanted something.. more.

What that something was he couldn’t put his finger on and it only made the itch he had scratch further at his skin. Among other things, as the woman in his lap adjusted, teasing the parts of him that had a mind of their own. Movement mixed with the looks and the taste of her lips Eleazar was falling hard back into the state of infatuation he had found himself the previous night. It was bliss. It was like he wanted to suffocate in her scent and do nothing but bring Anabella pleasure over and over again. Even just thinking about it Eleazar’s smile grew as he looked at her, remembering the groans.. how her body felt and how he felt within her. She was so very tempting.

Her words caught his mind, telling him to pay attention to her and not just how she fitted so perfectly on his lap. However, she did fit nicely enough that he could feel her in just the right ways. He wanted so badly to groan, which he did as the Queen wiggled in his lap, provoking the parts of him he was trying hard to make behave. They shared a night, but to share the morning he wasn’t so sure if she wanted. After her confession he knew that she was still new to things though it didn’t make her any less attractive. He didn’t want to spoil the time they had.

Eleazar groaned to state the mind frame she was pushing him into, his arms wrapping around her waist nicely. “I don’t care for your clothes either.” He said as his golden eyes looked down to trace her naked form, edging parts of him even further in the wrong direction. His grip tensed as he entered her, another groan escaping as he looked at her for a moment before she moved to whisper into his ear. He closed his eyes as she shifted again, his hands running down her back to grip her rear and pull her into him as the pieces of their puzzle fit together. Eleazar wanted her. He wanted her bad and he wasn’t sure if there was anything she could do to stop him now from getting what he wanted.

Within seconds Eleazar had Bella beneath him as his arms locked to look at her, his body still connected with hers as he liked it. He looked down at her with a smile testing his lips, “It seems I’ve misplaced a lovely Queen. If I recall she was shy and nervous entering my room last night, but now I see no sorts of that.” He looked at her while his hips moved towards hers, his body shuddering at how good she felt. “It seems I’ve stumbled upon.. or rather into..” Eleazar said as he looked down at their bodies together before looking back up at her, “a beautiful and confident woman who shows me no fear anymore.” He smiled at her, liking the thought of what being with him did to her.

Moving his hips again Eleazar couldn’t help but focus his attentions to the other parts he enjoyed about the Queen’s body. Starting at her neck he worked his way downwards, tasting and testing her skin and breasts. Not wanting to break any connection they had Eleazar moved in and out of the Queen while his mind connected with hers, *Tell me what you desire.*

It was not a case of the Queen of Chaillot wanting to be a brazen woman, for she had never been so, but something in this Grey Prince brought out a devil within her that she simply didn't know how to contend with. She couldn't simply brush aside the deep feeling of want and need, the compulsion she felt to simply devour Eleazar Alvinoe completely, and in turn be devoured herself. The sudden transition that she had undergone both frightened and liberated her, considering she had come here so cold and angry, and in under a day, her opinion had been forever changed, well, her opinion of him if not the place.

It was her unwavering need to be surrounded by him again that was making it so much more difficult for her to keep her mind on the game, and try to remind herself of the arrangement she had come here to try and reach. She didn't want to bastardise herself for any man, but the glimmer of something she saw in his eyes forced her to question whether she could proposition him. She didn't want this exhilaration to end, but it would, either when she made her demands, or as soon as she left his Territory. Eventually, alp good things came to an end. But until that time, Anabella was more than content to simply enjoy of the luscious male beneath her. He was so very tempting.

His hands on her waist, his grip strengthening, and watching his eyes close as she unleashed something within him, only served to make Bella want him even more, and in the seconds it took for him to turn the tables on her, with him once more above her, she welcomed the knowledge that she would always measure any man to Eleazar from now, and they she would not forget him easily. Perhaps it would be for the best that she didn't chance sullying the memory, and simply wrote him a letter about his refugees... His voice broke her train of thought completely, and the gasp that escaped her as he shuddered within her, turned everything blank, except for the heat and the passion between them. She laughed softly as his words fell upon her, and with an innocent smile and feigned shock, she wrapped her arms softly around his torso, her nails briefly grazing his skin with each movement he made. "I think maybe you scared her away, you'll have to show me what she's missing." His smile was delightful, and she simply wanted to lose herself in it.

It was as his mind connected with hers that Bella felt the first tremor of complete satisfaction draw upon her. Nobody had ever had such an intimate connection with her, and as his teeth and tongue danced over her, she couldn't form a coherent response. The only reply that came was him. *You. Show me the real you, Eleazar.* And so she sealed the request with her hands in his hair, and her hips rising to meet his.

To please a Queen..

Eleazar thought to himself as memories of previous Queen’s he had had beneath him unraveled and consumed him. He had had good, bad, sweet, stupid and so many other sorts. Anabella though… Eleazar smiled his natural grin as she encouraged the darkness he knew that brewed beneath her skin. She had been shy and tempting and now she was more. The way she looked at him made Eleazar feel as if he had unlocked a secret woman within and that excited him more than anything.

“I have no problems performing for strangers” He said as his hips pushed towards hers again, giving a playful wink. Truth be told Eleazar had no such problems with strangers; he even preferred them. No ties, no secrets and especially no commitments. The day a woman could tame him was the day he gave up the Black Market. ThatSow was a day he never saw in his future.

A low groan rumbled through his throat as he pushed again while his lips met hers. He wanted her so much more. He wanted the Queen so much more than he had ever wanted another woman and he was still trying to figure out why. Something about her called to him and intrigued him. Something about the way he felt her heart beat made his blood rush. Something about the way she smiled wished he could see it every day..

It was like fighting the devil within when it came to her. He fought at his natural self and part of him wanted her as she wanted him to open up. Running his hand along the back of her leg as it inched closer to her hip it snaked inwards to pull it up over his shoulder. He kept kissing her while he continued to thrust, waiting for the response to his question. What she said though surprised him.

Kissing her deeply Eleazar pulled away to look at Bella for a second. She wanted to see him and all he could do was feel a little confused because that is all she had really seen of him. She wanted more apparently and that something about her pushed for him to show more. He looked down at her with a smile as he brushed hair away from her cheek, “what makes you so sure I haven’t already?” His eyebrow rose and he leaned and kissed the underline of her jaw gently. She wanted the temptation he thought. She wanted the taint and seduction.

Slowly Eleazar kissed along her jaw line until his lips reached her breasts, teasing and taunting. He then looked up at her, “I am exactly how I am deary. If you are wanting to share childhood details and such then you need nothing more than enter my mind unwantedly. Your power allows it.” Eleazar then kissed Bella passionately as he turned the tables so that she was on top of him. * I can push, but seeing you use what you’ve been given against me would be breath taking. I want to see to see the Queen within you again.* Eleazar gave a small purr as he hoped for what he desired.