Gala – Part ll

He extended his hand to her, and she took it only for him to bring her knuckles to his lips. He gazed through his eyelashes as he pressed a little kiss on her knuckles to see whether his small gesture had any effect. When he noticed her looking at him indifferently, his lips slightly drew down. He regained his composure and straightened up.
"The nephew of Gerbert Reighs."
He informed her, and she raised an eyebrow. Looking at him now, she noticed a resemblance to Gerbert. They both had brown eyes and were around the same height.
"Nice to meet you, Jemeny," Ophelia remarked with a smile, and he began to speak,
"Same here, Uncle Gerbert has told me a lot about you. He and Aunt Cressida appear to like you a lot, but after seeing you in person..."

His gaze swept down the length of her body.

"It's hardly surprising. I may even claim that I'm growing fond of you just as much as they are."

The guests surrounding her turned to look at her as she burst out laughing. As additional rumbles of laughter passed through her lips, her body shook. A sliver of uncertainty flickered over his gaze, but he quickly covered it up.
"You're not just a humorist, but you're also quite the flirt."
Jemeny smiled, a glint in his eyes at what she said. He knew he wouldn't receive anything from her, yet he kept trying. He must have assumed that because there were so many observers, she would have agreed to his not-so-subtle flirtation merely to save face. His flirtations were innocuous. He was probably testing her rather than attempting to get into her panties.
Unfortunately for him, the intimidation element was not working.
A shiver went down her spine. Her gaze was drawn to the far side of the floor, where she noticed Owen staring at her with angered eyes. His attention was fixed on Jemeny, who didn't seem to sense any tension being reflected upon him.

He appeared to want to say something, and he did. Owen approached them. Inside, she snorted and stared blankly at the swaying bodies of people starting to dance.

Owen was a few feet away, she had already shut out half of what Jemeny was saying when a sudden stillness fell upon the room, and everyone turned to face the entrance. The sound of shoes prattling on the marble floor resonated in the ballroom's pin drop silence. Owen had fully stopped walking, and his previous rage had subsided as he stood watching. Even Jemeny, who had been blabbering nonstop, remained silent to watch who had entered. Her heart pounded against her sternum. She felt a rush of excitement race through her body.
Curiously, she turned toward the source and held her breath at the sight.

Onyx entered the ballroom wearing a black suit crafted particularly for him, emphasising the ferocity of his build. His strong shoulders were accentuated, as were his muscular arms, which flexed as he ran a hand over his hair. His gorgeous hair was sought to be slicked back, but some strands fell over his eyes. She finally got to glimpse the chiselled face she'd been wanting to behold. He was just stunning. Her body felt this heedless yearning full force after barely a day of his absence.

She screamed at her subconscious and sucked down the giddiness, attempting to be angry. He drew everyone's attention from the time he walked in. He came to a halt, his gaze scanning the crowd of individuals huddled in groups, no doubt ready to chat about his looks the moment the tension dissipated. He kept searching, each person he glanced at stiffening up as they felt his sight, and then he found her.
Their gazes met, a shattering gasp forcing its way out of her as his gaze focussed on her dress.
She could feel his eyes encircling her physique, his jaw clenching as they scanned her chest, waist, and hips before slowly moving up to her face. Her legs were like jelly, and all he did was stare at her. She anticipated him to continue walking and exploring the wilderness known as the elite's playground, but he didn't.
Her hand instinctively gripped around the slit on her thigh. He came closer and closer, and everyone's gaze was drawn to his like a magnet.
When he eventually got to her, he looked down at Jemeny, whose eyes widened slightly before he took a step back and looked away.
"You look absolutely stunning!"
Ophelia's eyes narrowed as she looked at him.
"You always look stunning, but-" his eyes drove over her body before returning to her face. "You're much more beautiful." "You don't look terrible yourself," Ophelia murmured as she averted her gaze from his piercing brown eyes. Onyx chuckled as she finished her sentence with a low grumble. His arms suddenly went across her waist as he pulled her closer, her palm lay flat on his chest. His lips pressed against hers, and she swears she heard gasps all around her. She could feel people watching them, but all thoughts vanished as his warmth caressed her body and her mind went haywire. He drew back and mumbled,
"Dance with me?" He exhaled, guiding them to the centre of the dance floor, his arm still around her waist. She was aware that everyone, including their father, Jemeny, and even Owen, was watching their every move. She could hear everyone's astonishment and queries floating about the room, but she couldn't bring herself to figure out what everyone was so shocked about.

Onyx slipped a hand to her waist and his other hand held hers. As he twirled them around, they swayed together, her free hand resting on his solid shoulder. His gaze was drawn to her as she tried to shift her gaze away from his penetrating brown eyes. Her logical thinking was clouded by his enticing fragrance and the warmth she had been addicted to and she couldn't seem to hold on to the grunge.

She felt herself being dragged closer to the male in front of her as the light dampened her interest in anything else. His hold tightened at the same moment hers did, and her anger faded gently. Even if she tried, she couldn't seem to break free from the trance he put her under. The pleasure she felt from being held by him bound her to his will. Her desire to flee was thwarted by his warm body holding her close to him.

"I missed you, meng klenge Fuuss."
(My little Vixen.)