Just as fast as the floor shut behind Natalee, Dorian was up out of his seat. Twisting Nemia around and hoisting her up onto the edge of the conference table, wedging himself between her legs in an all to fluid motion that gave her no time to realize it had even happened. A small squeak was the most she had managed before a quick, heavy breathed "Yes, she is." Dorian managed before his lips were crashing against hers in a feverish desperation.
Nemia reciprocated, melting in to him. Giving in and opening herself up. God's I don't think I'll ever get enough of this. She thought to herself as their tongues danced against each other.
Dorian pulled her tighter against him. One hand embedded into her hair, tilting her head up towards him. The others fingertips were digging into her hip from where he had pulled her closer to the edge and into him.
One of Nemia's hands curled into a fist in the jacket of his suit. The other was flat and palm down, running slowly across his chest. The thin material of the dress shirt her wore under the jacket was the only thing separating her hand from his bare chest. Though she could still feel the ripple of his muscles, following the slow movements of her hand.
She smiled against his lips before nipping lightly at his bottom one. The growl, low and possessive, the came from him sent chills running along her skin and her heart beat picked up. "Mmm" she half groaned and pulled away from him by just a couple of inches. Laughing lightly as he tries to follow her movements away in an attempt to continue.
Stopping only when the hand she had placed on his chest moved to place a single finger flat against his lips. Tsking as she done so. "Patience, My King ." The formality of his title said in the least formal, though seductive way as she drawled it out then kisses the other side of her finger that was flush against his lips.
He groaned and nipped at the top of her finger before pulling away with an elated smile. "Yes, iubirea mea, viața mea. Patience." He sighed though Nemia's breath hitched. Him calling her his love, his life out loud in their native tongue sent a rush of long forgotten feelings bubbling to the surface that she mentally shoved back down. Pulling his hand from behind her head and placed it gently on the outside of her thigh, just above her knee. The other hand staying wrapped around her hip.
She gave him a shaky smile. "Tonight. But i-"
"Need to go home." Dorian finished for her with a low huff. Not with a sound of aggravation like she had expected though. But rather, a knowing acceptance.
She blinked, her brows knitting together. "How did.." She paused for a moment. "Nik." Dorian gave a curt nod in confirmation. Of course Nik said something to him. Which must've been why he was so silent as the rest of the board members introduced themselves shortly after the revelation when they were speaking with the Slavia couple. They must've used their own mind link to talk to one another.
Nemia sighed softly and half laughed. "Did he tell you why and that I was doing this myself? I refuse sending someone else to do my own bidding." She stated the last bit dryly as she stared up into his eyes, finally releasing the hem of his suit jacket and letting it fall into her lap and her other hand followed it.
She could see the struggle he was having within his eyes. Flickering his eyes across her face, seemingly searching. She had to wonder if he was looking for any cracks in her resolve, seeing if he could persuade her. A single eyebrow rose as she waited for his answer after a long moment of silence.
He sighed, finally. "I'm not used to anyone being this stubborn in my presence." He laughed, leaning his head down to rest it against her own. His hand once her thigh squeezed lightly. "Alright, my only request is that I come along. This, you don't get to choose though. Got it?" He pulled away a bit and rose both brows, awaiting her answer.
She pursed her lips to the side slightly, contemplating what he'd said. Well, more like acting like she was contemplating rather. She had a feeling he was going to want to go so she had already prepared for it. She just wanted to tease him and ruffle his feathers. Mission accomplished as he breathed out her name in a warning that sounded more like a beg.
A smile spread across her face. "Of course you can come, I assumed you was going to whether I wanted you to or not either way." She shrugged. "I don't care about anything but getting my belongings. Especially since I'll be staying here permanently now." She glanced down at the state of her current clothes. A hand reaching up and pinching the deeply torn shirt collar, holding it as she met his gaze again. "This is not how I would like to present myself to everyone, it's bad enough that I done so with the board members already."
Dorian chuckled softly and pinched the other side of the ripped collar, rubbing it gently between the pads of his fingers. "Yes ma'am, we'll go get your clothes. And I have to call my sister and tell her I ower her a new outfit for whenever she comes back over."
The skin between Nemia's eyebrows creased. "Sister?" She glanced down at the clothes she wore and then back up to him. "Is these your sisters?" She asked plainly.
Dorian nodded. "The room you've stayed in the past couple of nights was hers. She kept a set of clothes for her and her mate in the dresser in there. I noticed it yesterday, but didn't think to say anything. It's not really that important, so I didn't think it mattered."
Nemia crossed her arms haughtily. "You could have mentioned it and I would've at least been more careful in them." She huffed, blowing air up to blow a small lock of hair out of her face, which he swept on across and tucked it behind her ear gently.
"I should have, and I'm sorry. But it really isn't a big deal, I'm the one that ripped the shirt more so I'll take the brunt of it. No worries." He gave her a reassuring smile.
Nemia sighed. "Alright, alright. I just don't want your sister hating me for ruining her clothes before she even has a chance to meet me. Unless.. have I possibly met her at the formal events the last nine years? Maybe I didn't even realize... I know you were never there, but what if your sister?"
Dorian shook his head. "She, Lillian, left Romania about fifty years ago. As you surely know, the mandatory events are only mandatory for those that reside within the province of Romania. So no, there's no chance you two have met."
"Why did she leave?" Nemia asked curiously.
Dorian stared at her for a moment. "She left for her safety. The last hundred years here in the castle had been... Hard, to say the least. I wasn't exactly the best company to keep, the bloodrage had been creeping in from not finding my mate. What we all go through if one isn't found. I..." He paused for a moment and she could see the painful look in his eyes as he regarded a memory. "She has a funny knack of getting on my nerves being my sister and all. But one day, I lost it completely. I shifted and attacked her, mind lost with a burning rage. I can't even remember what had initially provoked me. Whether it was just a playful argument or something more serious, I couldn't tell you. But I remember the look on her face when I came back to and realized what I had done."
Dorian paused again, sucking in a deep breath before he continued. "She left directly after, not giving it another thought and I could hardly blame her. Didn't hear from her for about fifteen years after that." He winced, as if reliving the pain he had felt when his sister had left and went no contact for so many years. "But, she showed up on the door steps one day. The Prince of Greece, Phenius Lorvane, in her tow. She'd found her mate and was just a fifteen hour drive away the whole time. Is still just a fifteen hour drive away. She obviously stays with him, but on occasion they'll come and stay. Not often, as he's training to eventually take place of his father one day in the not so distant future."
"I had no clue Dorian." Nemia reached up and let her fingertips slide softly across the stuble along his cheek and jawline. "I'm sure she'll be happy to know you found your mate then, huh. Maybe you'll get to see more of her now, even?" She suggested the idea and dorian's face lit up brightly.
"She just may. I'm sure that now that rage will be forever diminished... She'll be able to come by herself from time to time." He wrapped Nemia in his arms then, embracing her tightly and lifting her up off the table. Stepping back, he kicked the chairs to the side further away and spun them around. The both of them laughing. "Thank the gods I've finally got you." He breathed out as he set her down on her feet. "Now, let's go get you moved in."
"Hold up." Nemia halted, digging her feet in the ground a moment. "I need to go call Milli. She's definitely freaking out about Donovan because as of right now, to her he is just missing and I've not responded to her in the same amount of time. She definitely heard about the commotion that happened at the formal too so she's probably thinking the worst at this point. Let me go call her and snag Julia along the way if I see her. You... You go call your sister."