Eileen's lips parted involuntarily. It was the moment she had been eagerly awaiting all week. Before she could speak, her excitement made her nod vigorously and answer quickly.
Yes! I think I'm cured now. It doesn't hurt at all. I'm completely fine.
The anticipation made Eileen feel a persistent, throbbing heat in her vagina. However, she reminded herself that stopping the use of the ointment didn't necessarily mean her desires would be fulfilled.
The Archduke might very well decide to avoid any intimacy tonight. He might not even appear in the room.
'He's so busy... It's unusual that I've seen him every day so far.'
He was not the kind of man who would normally devote so much attention to just one person.
Setting aside the asparagus that was being cut with unnecessary force, Eileen cautiously asked the Archduke.
— Are you coming home tonight…?
Unable to express her desires directly, she phrased the question indirectly. The Archduke responded with a soft laugh.
— Of course. Today is the day you will receive the Erzet title. I wouldn't miss it for anything.
He leaned slightly forward. Although he didn't get much closer, the sudden action made her heart race.
Shouldn't we celebrate together?
The dining room was bathed in the bright morning light, but at that moment, it felt as if they were alone in the darkness of the night, with the promise of a shared celebration hanging in the air.
Eileen's cheeks flushed uncontrollably. She was certain Cesare could easily read her lustful thoughts. Yet, even knowing this, she found herself unable to control her own body.
A tingling sensation lingered in the secret spot between her legs. After days of fluctuating arousal, her body responded immediately to the slightest stimulus. The feeling of already being wet down there made Eileen hold her breath.
As íris vermelhas do homem acompanhavam cada mudança sutil em sua expressão. Quando ela conseguiu separar os lábios, um sussurro suave e trêmulo escapou.
— Sim…
O olhar de Cesare permaneceu fixo nela enquanto um sorriso lento e hipnotizante se formava em seus lábios. A curva suave de seu sorriso era cativante, e Eileen se viu incapaz de desviar o olhar.
Mantendo contato visual, Cesare falou, com a voz suave e controlada:
— Você costumava gostar de dormir comigo.
Ele estava se referindo a uma lembrança de sua infância. Após um temporal repentino no dia de sua chegada ao palácio, Eileen foi obrigada a passar a noite no Palácio do Príncipe.
Sozinha no quarto enorme, as trovoadas lá fora a manteve acordada. Dominada pelo medo, ela apertou o travesseiro com força e tremeu, até finalmente buscar conforto no quarto do príncipe.
Uma criada, a encontrou no corredor, não a repreendeu, mas, em vez disso, a levou ao quarto do Príncipe. Incapaz de expressar seu medo, Eileen simplesmente tremia enquanto Cesare permitia que ela dormisse em sua cama.
O príncipe não se juntou a ela, mas ficou sentado em uma cadeira ao lado da cama, absorvido na leitura de um livro. Eileen acabou adormecendo de forma inquieta ao som rítmico das páginas sendo viradas.
Embora tenha acontecido apenas uma vez, o Arquiduque falou como se fosse um evento regular de sua infância. Com uma expressão inocente, ele proferiu palavras que carregavam um tom sugestivo.
— Parece que agora podemos dormir juntos na cama.
Apesar de saber que “dormir juntos” agora tinha um significado completamente diferente, Cesare deliberadamente usou a frase ambígua. Eileen, incapaz de responder e corada de vergonha, observou enquanto ele se levantava.
Cesare estava programado para chegar ao palácio antes de Eileen. Ela se levantou rapidamente para se despedir dele.
Em vez de seguir direto para a porta, o homem contornou a mesa e se aproximou de Eileen. Ele se inclinou e beijou suavemente sua bochecha. Quando Eileen permaneceu imóvel, ele pegou seu queixo, levantando seu rosto para encontrar seu olhar.
Em seguida, ele a beijou nos lábios. Eileen soltou um suave gemido, seu corpo tremendo e os cílios tremulando com a intensidade do momento.
O que começou como uma simples despedida rapidamente evoluiu para um abraço apaixonado, enquanto seus dedos percorriam o corpo de Eileen.
Seu toque era tão ousado como se estivesse explorando cada reação do corpo de Eileen. Ele separou seus lábios e enfiou a língua profundamente enquanto acariciava sua nuca com a mão. Ele então apertou com força, virando sua cabeça para aprofundar o beijo. Com a outra mão, pegou sua cintura firmemente.
Eileen agarrou-se ao antebraço dele, levada pela intensidade do beijo.
— Mm, mm…
No passado, um beijo agressivo como esse a teria assustado. Mas agora, isso só a enchia de alegria. Ela tentou de forma desajeitada acompanhar seus movimentos, a língua respondendo de maneira desastrada às suas exigências fervorosas.
As Eileen moved her tongue, Cesare responded by brushing his against hers. His head spun with the overwhelming wave. Eileen pressed her body against Cesare and looked at him.
The man narrowed his eyes slightly as he licked the roof of his mouth. His hand, which had been wandering from her neck to near her collarbone, moved down. His large hand grasped Eileen's breast.
Surprised, Eileen tried to make a sound, but it was muffled by the lips kissing her. Cesare, impassive, watched Eileen's surprised reactions.
The rough grip on her breast softened as his fingers circled her nipple. It was only after his touch that Eileen realized her nipple was erect.
Each time her fingertips brushed against the protruding tip, a warmth spread further down, causing her body to tense involuntarily. The unfilled inner walls contracted around the empty vaginal canal. The fluid that began to flow from her vagina completely soaked her panties.
Trying to contain the sounds that wanted to escape, she ended up letting out moans that seemed to be of pain. Cesare's touch made it impossible for Eileen to control her moans.
'I didn't know this existed…'
Eileen thought quickly and squeezed her thighs together. A sensation similar to orgasm, but different, made her vulva throb. Despite knowing it was shameful, she wanted deeper kisses from Cesare and eagerly sucked on the man's inquisitive tongue.
When Cesare gently pinched one of her nipples, Eileen couldn't contain herself and arched her back, letting out a moan of intense pleasure.
— Hmm…
At that moment, Cesare's breathing became slightly irregular. His eyes narrowed in an intense expression. Reluctantly, he parted his lips and then slowly removed his hand from Eileen's breast.
He stared at her with his bright red eyes. Eileen, completely aroused and limp, looked at him with a stunned expression.
— …
Her lips were slightly parted, her tongue still sticking out, but she was barely aware of it at that moment. She could only think about why he hadn't continued after the kiss ended so abruptly.
Cesare gently sucked on Eileen's tongue, which was still half out of her mouth. Then he nibbled on her earlobe and explained why.
If I continue, I really won't be able to control myself.
Eileen was completely disoriented, mumbling incoherently.
I want to do it now…
Her body ached, overwhelmed by these intense sensations. She clung to his clothes, breathless, while Cesare gently comforted her.
We need to go to the palace, okay?
His erection was clearly outlined against his pants. Eileen saw the long, impressive shape extending down to his thighs, only then realizing what she was doing. She quickly looked away, her heart pounding erratically.
— I need to go before you. So get ready calmly, Eileen.
He gently released her hand and kissed each of her fingertips, tenderly sucking and nibbling on her fourth finger—where her wedding ring was.
I'll be waiting for you at the palace.
With those simple words, Cesare left the dining room. Alone, Eileen remained, her face intensely flushed, slowly sinking into her chair.
Her breath came in heavy gasps, and her thighs were damp with sweat. The obvious arousal caused sharp, persistent pains in her vagina. Unconsciously pressing her thighs together to relieve the pressure on her vulva, Eileen gradually regained her composure.
'I'm going crazy.'
She slowly relaxed her legs and tried to calm her breathing, waiting for her face to cool down. Meanwhile, Eileen's thoughts turned to the night ahead.
'I can hardly wait for night to fall…'
She longed to be with Cesare in the room as soon as possible.
To be continued…