Chapter 192: Chapter 192
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’Not good...’ — The foreign child weakly stated in her rapted spirit.
Her lower lip, as if with a mind of its own, mischievously tempted her restraint.
Grazing the man’s ear as he held her close, her edges flesh felt tickly and heated by the slight touch.
An urge to also nibble on him just as he softly did on her neck disguising it as a kiss, was steering her into a dangerous edge the pure child did not know would feel so alluring.
’... I also want to...’ — The woman confessed as his hand climbed higher into her sleeve, feeling the bony end of her shoulder, scared to dip his fingers on it for his strength could lead the affectionate caress into one that could cause harm to her whiteness.
"...ha.aah..." — She meekly exhaled, frustrated at her conscious behaviour.
"...!...ng... Lady, do not tease me..."
Nibble...
Going up as his other hand went down her back causing an electric shiver, Zeleskiaz grind her earlobe’s edge, avoiding her lovely accessory to then continue the seduction with a grazing kiss on it.
"You have no restrictions... No matter the compromise..."
’Indulge in me to your heart’s content, my sensual woman.’
His spread hand placed itself between her hips, pressing intensely yet not forcefully to make her collide against him as a passionate request was told intimately.
"!!.. ah..." — ’–Don’t.’
Wishing for her to feel his warmth. Zeleskiaz bent, not allowing her shy and bewildered retreat from a closer sensation of their bodies as his greedy hand stretched her tiny sleeve to reach further into the concealed by her bushy hair skin... Guiding her towards a new meeting of their lips.
Gaping lustful to taste her yet, thrilled to feel her nervous breath as he threatened to devour her again.
Tough. His corpulence was wide and tough. Firm, even when her scent weakened him.
Yet... The woman’s body fidgeted, and the places they grazed each other augmented.
"!!..my Lady.. You..."
Something cruel was noticed. Something that unlike the last time his body rubbed against hers was too evident for him to stay quiet about it.
"You should... Not wear these designs anymore." — Zeleskiaz ordered, with a pained voice.
Although he was warning her, he deprived her of acquiring new distance... Wanting to feel more of what he hasn’t until now.
Consequently, she understood his meaning as more pressure was felt in her upper body.
’Ah... Nnh! That’s! Oh god...!’
Her roundness and soft flesh were taking new shape against him. Her undergarments weren’t thick nor... Firm... To let his illusions wander like before.
Their lovely touch could be felt extraordinarily dainty on him, unlike other times.
She wanted the distance yet his actions only made her blush further in shame... Weakening her limbs further.
"ah...!" — Her whimper was lightly heard impeding her escape.
"...see...?...huff... Its... It is a dangerous outfit to wear, my Lady." — The Prince, deprived of air, told her. Crouching lightly to feel her breasts up against him, searching for the lovely peak in them to emerge and grant his chest the wish his hands desired.
’Bloody Hell... Unthoughtfull Woman..... Such natural torment you bring upon me... To feel this need for you...’
Desperate, his mouth broadened and, conscious that his bite would harm her, his teeth only pressed on her neck to then imitate the strength of his bite with the brief suction from his lips.
"...n..!" — She let out in pain from wanting the prevented bite.
However, her inside feigned reluctance...
’no... no more... Kinky...’
... only to maintain her rationale.
Impatience grew further for both bodies. Nonetheless, the hindrance’s presence Zeleskiaz had sent away, entered his spirit’s sight.
"...kh"
Scowling as his nose dug itself into her nape, between her silky curtains, his eyes then flashed displeased.
’Cursed kid...’
He slowly separated, adopting the loving gaze only to warn the heated Lady of what followed.
"Pardon, my Lady."
"..." — ’...uh...?’
"We ought to hide."
’... Wh–’
"My decoy... It didn’t last enough."
"...???" — ’Decoy? What are you–’
Sliding his hands away, out from her sleeve, forfeiting her shoulder to hold her hand, Zeleskiaz lifted it to guide her, leisurely for he knew the time was still in his favour.
"This way."
"??????"
Confused by the sudden halt to their daydream-like interaction, the drowsy mind of the woman only allowed her to obey while in the hazy and overwhelming sensations invading her.
Battling with difficulty to fade and return to sanity.
Her legs struggled to walk as the stimuli had reached her entirely. Nonetheless, Zeleskiaz guided her to the wall behind his desk carefully watching her steps trying to focus on concealing their whereabouts in anticipation to continue their wistful encounter.
She was bewildered, and once the hidden passage meant for escape in case of invasion opened its unpolished entrance, a chain of candles lited, welcoming them into a thrilling yet romantic and aged ambience like the tales she used to enjoy.
Clack. — The entrance closed.
And in the midst of the dim lights of the candles, they stood facing each other, close, for the narrow space only permitted little distance.
’... What is happening??... After doing that much... Isn’t a place like this a bit...’
Having his big torso right in front of her, reason was slowly returning in fluster.
Lowering her head, she tried distancing, only meeting the cold wall behind her.
"... Your... Your father did not summon your sister, my Lady." — Suddenly, he confessed.
"..." — ’What’
Their eyes met and bereft of her shock, the Crown Prince continued.
"... I sent her away... Out of frustration and–"
"...?"
Conflict invaded his expression at what his honest heart wished to say.
Pathetic. The emotion that drove him to such an extent caused shame in him from how chaotic his psyche had become at her arrival in his world.
’I was maddeningly desperate for this ambrosial privacy’ — Zeleskiaz declared cowardly somewhere she could not hear, letting out other words, just as endearing as his opulent feelings. — "I deceived her so my Lady and I could engage in the conversations I yearned for, yet was cruelly deprived of."
"..."
The waver in his intense eyes fascinated the woman. A sincerity that easily could be misinterpreted was told and she saw in his gaze the hint of fright.
Although... she did not know it was also there from the continuous doubt his unnamed feelings provoked.
’So you planned all of it...?’ — She thought. Observing to detail how the orange fell on his features and the brawny arm imprisoned her to his side. — ’And now that she’s to come back... We hide?’
"..ph..." — ’So you can be this cute, kinky?...’
The foreigner giggled, and peeking at him, she contemplated if his fright was indeed from the end of this entanglement.
Nonetheless, Zeleskiaz had various reasons for his anxiety.
The fact that his confession was said to convey his honesty as well as to assure a continuation once concealed in the passage had him dubious of its effectivity on gaining the trust he needed from the Lady he had done many misdeeds to.
"... returned from..... come in?"
The disagreeable voice reached his acute hearing.
The woman that was his obstacle had returned from the false call of her father.
His eyes turned to the source’s direction, changing the tender glint of his eyes meant for his lovely Lady, to ones of discontent menace.
Ignorant, the woman beside him felt different.
His ways to treat her and his demeanour whenever distance was not placed between them, amused her and pleased her. Yet...
’... Hmm? Where are you looking at~?’
... She was mischievous. Playful. Seductive...
Her restricted voice was now to be used as a facade to do what she wouldn’t otherwise. It was to become a shield... that gave her the impulse to be bold in the dark passage that excited her being.
"..... prince?" — Zeleskiaz then heard.
Nonetheless, his attention was required somewhere else.
A finger of the woman softly pushed the arm imprisoning her. To what he granted her desire.
’Kinky....’ — She began to say, secretly.
’You know you have done wrong... Right?’
Her back stopped supporting itself on the wall. And brazenly, slyly, fascinatingly, the foreigner traced his pompous neck’s fabric, reaching the gap at his heart.
Bewildered, feigning composure, the Crown Prince watched the delicate hand, restraining the shiver her slight touch invoked.
"...lady...?" — A small voice left him, instilling the weakness within him once their gazes met.
’I will overlook it this time.’ — Pulling the edge of his vest’s gap, the lady declared. Tempted to let her finger trace his covered abdomen.
’Take this one free chance, kinky... To the fullest.’
Her lashes fluttered beautifully, implying her seducing intent. And lightly, her toes tried to gain height so he could read her loosened lips as her voice wouldn’t come out to say it clearly.
— Leaving here... —
Hypnotised by her fairness he watched the flesh move as his hands went to gently place themselves, one on her jaw’s length and the other at her thin waist.
— This chance ends. —
She finished.
’... Only once we leave...’ — Zeleskiaz understood.
"... Yes... ha..ahh....only... mnwah....lady.." — Without waiting he leaned to kiss her anticipating visage. Lovely flushed under the warm candles, contagious, for he also felt the heat of the thrill and spoke out of breath as he tasted her desperately, nonetheless sweety, flowery, like her existence. — "only until then... huff..ah.."
No more words were said.
It was only after the intruder’s presence had left, few minutes had passed, and a loved Lady’s strength showed no energy to continue the lovesome brush... That they were forced to leave the concealed passage.