Fleur attempted to answer but she found that her throat had closed up, her mouth gone completely dry. Instead she gave a feeble nod.
"Wrong." Theo snapped the word and shook his head with a grunt of disdainful laughter. "I may be King but what I want doesn't really matter. I am tied up by responsibility and duty to my kingdom and if what I want does not align with the needs of my kingdom then I must put my own desires aside."
For just a moment Fleur began to feel sorry for him. It was clear from the tone of his voice that he was deeply troubled. Then she remembered once more the events that had brought them to this moment and confusion overruled everything else.
"I don't understand what any of that has to do with you locking me up in the north tower," she said softly, too scared to raise her voice in case she caused him to fly into a rage like he had in the tower a few days earlier.
The saddened smile he offered her then threatened to break her heart. He reached up and touched his palm to her cheek, sending a shockwave of warmth through her face.
"Fleur, you are a pretty fool," he said, his lips twitching in a smile once more. "How can you not see what I want?"
Before she had the chance to tell him to stop beating around the bush and simply tell her what it was he wanted, he leaned forward, gripped her face in both hands and pressed his lips firmly against hers.
Then there it was again. The super powerful electric spark of energy that passed between them. Though this time there was no visible blue spark through her closed eyelids, Fleur knew without a doubt, deep down in her gut, that there was no way he could have tricked her this time.
Every inch of her body fizzed with desire and when she felt him pushing her backwards, she did not protest. Instead, she allowed him to guide her down onto the sand. The beach was comfortable beneath her back even with him leaning over her, his muscular torso pressed so close against her that she felt as if they couldn't get any closer.
When his hand began to trail down from her face down over her breasts, she expected him to cup them firmly but instead his hand continued down, searching for the fold of her silken robe beneath the tie at her waist.
When he found it, still kissing her, she allowed her hand to dart out and grab his wrist to stop him from continuing.
Her action gave him pause and he lifted his head just enough to gaze down at her.
"What is wrong?"
"I won't be just another fling," she insisted, still holding his wrist, her fingers trembling.
"You never were," he assured her, pressing his lips delicately, almost lovingly to the tip of her nose.
Her grip loosened on his wrist but she still didn't allow him to proceed.
"I won't be anybody's mistress either," she added.
"I never wished for you to be," Theo said, a deep growl erupting from his throat as he forced his hand between her thighs. She gasped in shock, unable to think past the sudden spinning of her mind.
His fingers stroked the soft folds of her womanhood so delicately that for a moment it tickled. Then the pressure grew and her head tilted backward, the sand giving away to the new position.
"Ummm," he groaned deliciously as though he could feel the moisture already building between her thighs.
What am I doing? she thought, knowing all too well that she should stop him but when she felt his finger slip teasingly slowly inside her, she lost all train of thought and gripped his head to pull his lips back down to hers.
When she opened her mouth to moan in pleasure he dipped his tongue between her lips, devouring her with his kisses.
A tightening knot of pleasure began to form in Fleur's stomach and her hands frantically found the ties of Theo's trousers. There seemed to be so many of them and her fingers fumbled to undo them but soon her work was complete and she felt his manhood spring forth to poke her in the hip.
When her hand traveled to meet it, a breath caught in her throat.
That can't possibly be his cock! the voice in the back of her head screamed as her fingers trailed over the long length of his member. When she gripped him she found that her fingers did not meet and fear began to pulse throughout her body.
Is this really happening?
Before she had a chance to ask the word out loud, Theo moved, positioning himself between her legs, forcing them wide open with his knees.
His lips barely left hers, leaving her with no chance to glance down and confirm her suspicions.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, hovering over her, his face pulled back just enough for them to gaze eye to eye.
She could feel his rock hard member hovering so close to the moist lips between her thighs.