Chapter 232: Chapter 232 — My Woman.
The two had already taken their hands off of each other. However, hers lifted as well as her toes, only to reach his countenance.
Gentle like the diaphanous being she appeared to be in her inconsiderate condition, Marianne’s palms touched his jaw. To then reach his ears, taking prudent hold of him. Lightly pulling him towards herself, softly, purely, gracefully... with a fixated gaze on his hues.
"....."
The closing act made him skip a beat at her decisive movement. Therefore, Zeleskiaz naturally leaned as she led him her way, entranced by the glorious air she was.
Hesitatingly placing his hands on the thin wrists of hers, wanting to caress them as he felt how warmth was needed in her cold skin, the man leaned.
And the more he bent... the gaze of hers never retreated from his.
"... My Lady...?"
Eventually, he asked Marianne, who simply observed his handsomeness with inward awe.
"....."
’... I know... I just... wanted to look at you a little more... I’ll make it quick, handsome Prince.’ — Her expression dimly softened as she discreetly replied on her bottom.
Along one of her hands, her head moved to the side, and in the place her palm had left to hold his sharp jawline... Marianne rested her lips. Elegantly. Causing the man’s temperature to rise by such grace she gave him.
’I do think it’s unfair... You comforted me so adorably and nothing was received... I hope a tiny kiss like this one will suffice for now... Thank you, Prince Zeleskiaz... Truly, thank you.’ — She told within her soul as she moved away slowly in her essence.
The woman’s kind smile surfaced to convey the sweet appreciation she found in his support. Lightly pressing her hands and holding him to show more of that affectionate gratitude he deserved.
"Lady Marianne..." — Reluctant to let her hand go, he mumbled out of breath. — "You make me waver so easily..."
Lost by her Ubi-sunt existence, the Crown Prince’s eyes became drowsy... Drunk on the entrancing lull her expression was... As the woman intently listened.
"....."
"Is it truly wise to leave like this...?"
’...fufu, what do you mean?? We can’t stay here for longer, silly~’ — She chuckled sweetly at how desperate his eyes seemed, even though a hopeful grin painted his lips.
"Fuuuuh..." — He exhaled. Trying to control his deep exasperation.
’Oh, woman..... If only you knew that I am serious... That I want your lips to be my hostage and daringly kiss them as I lose myself in their dreamy taste and feel...’ — Cuddling to her wrist, Zeleskiaz thought with great yearning.
"..."
"..... Grant me another one, My Lady."
Flashing his seductive hues, clearly artful as he told his petition, Zeleskiaz’s husky tone penetrated the attentive woman that admired the way his countenance brushed against her skin.
"Here... This time on this cheek... And I promise to take you back to the place where we danced."
Pointing with his long finger, he indicated the place. Tilting mischievously. Making unreasonable use of his manly ways that could easily melt a maiden’s resolve.
"....."
Dubious, her eyes went from his to the signalled cheek, solely to go back to his waiting gaze to ascertain a response.
"..."
She knew that behind his request... danger awaited... Nevertheless...
’Okay... Since you promised...’ — Marianne immediately excused herself, as she slowly came closer to the man.
’Haa... Woman... You knew I would do this, didn’t you?’
’I knew it...’
Smooch...
’My Love...’ — "Fuuh..."
"a..." — She trembled, feeling the approach of his moist. Tasting the flesh before indulging in her.
... slurp...
The slow sound echoed loudly for them.
"mph... Haa..ah... Lady Marianne." — Zeleskiaz pleasantly whispered as he sucked on her edges. — "Forgive it."
Smooch.
"hah... Take away a chance for this if you may..."
"!...hn... a." — She managed to emit.
The enamoured man’s desire had reached a limit. And the first taste of her lips after learning the truth of his sentiments was too great for him to resist the impulse to drown more in it if she was willing to permit it.
Almost pouncing on her as he grasped possession of her head, the delightfully in-love Prince deeply kissed her. Feeling in shivering joy as though no other kiss could summon as heavenly wondrous sensation as this one.
"...h... u.."
Overwhelmed, Marianne still reciprocated the passionate caress of the man.
Dazzled... for his frame, big enough to crush her small body, carefully knitted his hold of hers. So preciously, that she knew no harm would come to her when resting in his palm.
’God.....nn– Nwah... So relentless...!’ — "ha.... fhh..."
She breathed at the chance with a dulcet puff. Blushing strongly as her hands continued to lay in his countenance. Feeling the movement of him trying to devour her, as well as his warm transpiration... meanwhile the man continued to fall.
"...–ne..." — Lost in their slippery exchange he managed to utter as the prayer was clearly stated within his soul.
— One chance I am to keep untouched. —
His chest reverberated in unison with the powerful pledge.
— That one you shall concede to become My Woman, Marianne. —
*******
It was to the point of suffocation that his kiss continued.
I felt terribly conflicted at how everything tingled inside me when I heard him ask for this to be forgiven with one of the four remaining opportunities he had left...
’So cute...’ — I thought. Now that we simply gasped in front of each other after kissing...
’..phew...’
Honestly... At this point, I was just maintaining our distance. Because even after deciding it was enough of a blind eye I was giving to his craves... This man kept on trying to graze his lips against mine.
"...ha... Lady... La..dy... fu..."
"...!...." — ’oh gosh... stop, kinky... More than this... I can’t let you do...fuuh...’
Avoiding the caresses of his searching nose, I begged this hot man that was prodding my resistance.
The flashback of how he turned to receive the kiss originally meant to go on his cheek to fall on his lips made me frown as I tried to evade him now.
’I already acted purposely naive... I won’t do it again. Not so soon, kinky...’ — I told him, giving a step back...
A step that he still followed as he was relentless in nature.
"... Ha..." — Suddenly cut, a short whiff left him.
His eyes unlocked, as, apparently, he initially moved out of reflex. Finally locking his eyes with mine, sighing, probably understanding what I wanted to tell him.
"... Sigh..... Is it over...?" — The Crown Prince asked me, resting his forehead on mine.
’... It is...’ — With difficulty, I nodded.
I had come to be supporting my back against the side of the only chair in the room, and at my gesture, this man bent to support his hand on the arm of it. Sliding weakly so his face would come to rest on the uncovered side of my neck.
"D*mm it..."
I heard him mumble as his breath tickled me.
"..!.." — ’Please stop.....’
I begged him again, feeling the fever being resurrected at his selfish actions.
"..."
Quiet, we stayed like that for a few seconds.
Trying to regain the air I was deprived of in our... Exchange. I attempted to control the pace of my heart, which had been distorted to an awkward one by his every action.
But then...
"... Did you know..." — Drawing away the hair that was no obstacle, he commenced. — "The night of the Masquerade... You fainted, My Lady."
"!!"
His smokey voice came to utter as he straightened from my collar, leaving it free of his warm breath.
My eyes which had followed him to listen immediately avoided his eyes.
The embarrassment of waking up the next day of the Masquerade in my bedroom felt so vivid once again. Obviously making such vivid memories visible in our cheeks, with the deserving blush such a thing demanded of a virgin like ourselves.
"... It was I who took you to your resting chambers that night..."
He told me as his fingers merged into the loose hair falling down my back. Making me shiver with his sensual tone that I knew he was using on purpose to try to seduce me.
"I confess... That... just like tonight... I was reluctant to leave your side, My Lady... For many... Many reasons..."
Rusty, he told to my ear. Evidently touching the length of it with his nose’s peak to make me tremble even more in shame at his provocative words.
’Nnh! I get it!... Please stop, kinky... I’m seriously not used to this...!’
... Whatever this is...
"...."
"... Let’s go back." — Suddenly he announced. Taking me by the hand, immediately guiding me out of that room.
"???" — ’huh?’
It was troubling, after being told such things.
I wondered if it was a way to tease me... Maybe to repay me the trouble I had made him go through... Or simply that he liked such talk as the kinky man he was...
Perhaps he wanted to make me flustered, tempting me to then give me nothing...
’... Not like I wanted anything else to happen, but...’ — I clearly stated in my thoughts after glancing at his nape... to then look at the place we previously stood.
"..."
Clank.
He opened the door he had locked, but then...
Bang. — He closed it again.
".....?"
For a moment, he stood there giving me his back, silently... Only turning to look at me after apparently considering what he told me next.
"Lady Marianne."
"?"
"... It is solely... For the danger Irepresent to you after mentioning that Masquerade that we are going back."
’..... Danger...?’ — I inwardly asked, deprived of air.
"Using another chance of your forgiveness... I do not want to risk it."