Chapter 191: Chapter 191
The beating of his disrupted heart was lightly transmitted through her hand that had been led by him to rest on his chest.
A bewildered flutter of her lids was all it took for a secret answer to be told.
’If you are so fixated on doing it... Then don’t say what you will do...!’
More blush invaded her as the thought crossed her mind. His restless fingers kept trying to get more grasp of her, pulling on her, ignorant of where to slide to make the best out of their closing distance.
"... Remember..." — The Crown Prince mumbled as he leaned. — "Do not forget that... This is not to be counted... This tangling won’t count."
’... Really?... But...’
— If I’m not to forget it... What will I do with myself after this? —
Drowsy by the teasing pause, her soul asked itself.
Deeply, in the concealed corners of her subconscious, she was greatly aware of how dangerous their encounters were to become if the dreamy sensation of his actions were to be remembered as an allowed exchange.
Nonetheless... She ignored it again.
The thrilling graze of their lips was soon to escalate its intensity.
The conflicted Lady was cooperating. Even tilting back her crown so his caress reached her easily.
Zeleskiaz probed his permission. His lips pecked hers, in suspense... With caution... to carefully, slowly... Passionately induce a devouring pace.
Slippery touch on her fleshy edges declared the next step... And no obstacle was placed on her behalf.
Paced yet sweet encounters began a gracious and elegant waltz, skilfully, with the dedication to meticulously lead her into the loving symphony.
As if the piece of their dance was of a thrilling lure as strong as their attraction, the undefined rhythm became more enticing as he leaned over her figure, further, never letting go of her slim arm that secured him she was in his hands.
A split moment of peeking caused a change in their melody.
The slight opening of his lashes had shown Zeleskiaz that more needed to be done.
It was the flickering meeting of their gazes, where her desirous expression, lovely and enticing implied what her inner self did not know how to interpret nor tell.
Deeper.
She wanted the rough passion he usually caressed her with.
The desire was steadily conveyed by her body; by the fidgety movement of her arm contracting restless. That then travelled down with a shiver, making her lovely curves impatient for that sensation he successfully was growing within her.
The thirsty lust he had developed from the first direct encounter they had... it was rising unnoticed inside her.
Just as the Lady was doing with him, growing an emotion and feeling that enhanced his desire with every passing moment... A desire for his flesh was secretly being born in her core.
Racing for more of the inherent sweetness, their interlace got into an engulfing strike. Even with the stiffness of her body, she drifted into it, allowing a wider entrance for his moisture.
Zeleskiaz felt flying, for he wanted to lose himself in the lovely sensation her tiny whimpers invoked.
Slurp...
"...hah..n..."
Marianne got enthusiastic from the nice skill he used intending to mesh with her.
Her lovely feet searched for height to feel more of the man... While her hand slyly tested its ground to feel his pounding chest, whose gasping rise infected her with deprivement of air.
Tantalising, she probed the bulky feel of his physic, as his long fingers stroked her wrist, lovingly tasting the touch of her soft limb.
"...a.h..." — The Lady then reacted, trembling weakly as a new touch was felt.
A naughty finger of his had made it’s way up the arm that needlessly prevented her withdrawal, going inside the fabric that made the puffy white sleeves that covered her.
The void space inside only made the presence of his fingertip more tempting as it searched inside, ultimately tracing the line leading to where her shoulder started.
Another finger and another... Dazed, she observed how they slipped into her sleeve, halting the vibrant intermingling of their fleshy lines.
Her slow withdrawal was followed by reluctance to part from the Prince. Regardless he permitted it once he found other places he was inclined to kiss... And softly bite to cause more of her enthralling whimpers.
"...haa... lady..."
Smooch...
Commencing with a lustful sigh on her ear, he softly kissed where her jaw began, simultaneously driving her hand to lay on his thick neck, where her fingers naturally dipped themselves in his golden white hair.
She turned back shyly, meeting his profile... Eventually gasping in his sharp ear, confused by the path she was letting herself be taken.
"..ha..ah..n.." — ’This is... Not good...’
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— Theressa? I didn’t expect your visit, sweetie. —
’I can’t believe it.’
— I called for you??... That... Dear, I have not done so. —
’Then who did?!’
The young girl walked hurriedly, fuming with rage at the jest she had been played into.
"That cursed servant... He tricked me!" — Theressa hissed at the obvious trap the Prince’s courier had laid for her.
Stomping her way back to the Crown Prince’s bureau, the girl rushed through the halls she had previously travelled, aware that the aim of her fake summoning was to permit privacy between the Prince and her Sister.
’I can’t believe I was deceived by that...! That...!!...’ — Knowing the calibre of the insult she was to say referring to her Sister, she hesitated.
Guilt was the source of her doubt. Because, the sincerity Marianne’s eyes portrayed when offering the tea meant for her, devoid of ill intent from a premeditated scheme, was wholesome in pureness.
"... That idiot." — She eventually said.
The peaceful time shared, bereft of chaotic yelling when only the two of them were together had planted strong seeds of doubts in her.
When she had been informed of the Duke’s call, Theressa had felt the impulse of giving a warning to her Sister who was to remain on her own with the sought Prince.
— Behave and don’t be a hindrance. —
A rude sentence that she had told many times, repeatedly, to the point it was about to be blurted with complete naturality back then, was forced to stay unsaid and was replaced by polite words she did not feign nor told for mere appearances.
The young naive girl was inclined on blaming the Lady for this trap. However... She knew her sister was not the one behind it.
Nonetheless, the persistent girl... Also refused to believe it had been the man she was enamoured with who had done such a misdeed to lead her away.
’It must have been the Emperor... Sister is the Ninth so he must want to lace them together... The people would rejoice if that happened.’
Her conceptions were not stretched in rationale.
The conclusion was a possibility that, although not for such a political reason, was sure to happen as the man who held the Empire’s Monarch position was a mischievous man that would certainly enjoy the variable outcomes the union of the sweet child with his difficult heir could bring.
Gasping at her fast pace, the door that gave to the Prince’s office became visible, and halting her steps, she collected herself trying to recover her breath before finding herself in front of the man she wanted to impress.
"Huff..huff..hah... Alright..."
Swallowing nervously at the anticipation of meeting him again, she straightened her back, causing her cared hair to shake with the girl’s head’s movement. Taking away any hint of insecurity that could be hiding in her expression.
Approaching the door she exhaled to knock on it. And once the paced sound had echoed on the empty hallway, She announced herself at the lack of any near servant to do so.
"... Your Highness, I have returned from my father’s presence. May I come in?"
"...."
"My Prince?"
The noticeable heaviness of the silence coming from the closed room surprised her. It made her wonder if she had been knocking at the wrong door.
However, she was one who paid attention to details.
Theressa had memorised the paths she had walked through and her sense of direction was well raised for her to make a mistake.
Hearing no response, curiosity came over her.
"... No servant is assisting them?"
At least the servant that was to serve them ought to respond to her call on the bureau’s entrance.
Nevertheless, she ignored that every servant was not to come back after the Prince pointed the empty teapot when guests were in his presence.
"..."
Click...
"... My Prince...?" — Deciding to open the door to the Empire’s Heir bureau, Theressa peeked into it, feeling a soft breeze as the door’s gap became wider.
"..."
’Where did they go?’
Finding an empty room, Theressa questioned their whereabouts.
The girl’s absence had not been long. Perplexed, the youth paced inside, finding the teacups filled with the previously served tea, apparently, untouched.
"... This is rare..." — Theressa pondered.
She knew that only when the Prince was away from his office, knights were to guard it. Yet none was found at the entrance to prohibit her arrival.
Giving a meticulous glance at the large room, the luminous sun entered graciously through the curtains and the source of the breeze she felt was found.
Lightly following the wind’s graze, the curtain at the end of the wall fluttered by the open window, loudly conveying the absence of the ones Theressa was searching for.