Chapter 42
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By the time Louise began unbuttoning his shirt, his hands were slowly exploring her cooling body. Goosebumps broke out wherever his hot hands touched.
Slowly, his naked body was revealed before her eyes. An unfamiliar heat radiated from the man's body that she had expected to be ice cold.
Louise closed her eyes instead.
He was now naked without a single thread of clothing. Heated flesh slid over skin that no one but himself had ever touched before.
Louise gasped and shuddered with each thrust, unaware that it only made the man more eager.
"Ah...............!"
Louise's eyes flew open.
He grazed his teeth over the pink peak. Her nipples stiffened at the unfamiliar stimulation.
The man licked her heated skin, the corners of his mouth glistening with saliva. Her gaze was drawn to the thin, confident mouth, and then, suddenly, his eyes met hers.
Unlike Louise, who quickly looked away, the golden eyes with their strange desire seemed strangely relaxed.
"You smell like roses, for someone who didn't want to be held by me."
The man's tone was natural, though one would have guessed it was all the loving touch.
Instead of the noble prince, Louise looked at the lantern.
Diligent Pauline could not have been more resentful. So was the perfumed oil, and so was that lamp.
She hoped that the oil would run out and the flame would die down, but the little lantern burned brightly, illuminating her naked body in all its barest detail.
But her futile thoughts were short-lived. For Caius' lips somehow seemed to be moving lower and lower.
"..................ha, Your Highness?"
"If I come now and injure you in bed, what an animal I must look like to you."
His hot breath tickled her damp skin as he spoke.
Of course, in Louise's eyes, he crawled with no dignity, and if he wasn't an animal, she wanted to be something.
The range of loyalties he spoke of was disconcerting. She would have been miserable if she'd let him crawl, but she might have understood.
"Uh...............! Your Highness, please..................."
Louise begged, her thighs shaking against his grasp, but the man wasn’t going to stop.
"Ah..................Caius...............!"
She grabbed his hair, calling his name, wanting to stop him somehow. For the first time, his hair tickled her thighs gently.
It worked, and the man finally lifted his head.
"You'll hurt yourself, Louise."
No, the way the corners of his eyes crinkled up, she quickly doubted its effectiveness. The man's words were hot and mean.
"If you want to prove your loyalty with a wounded body, that's your prerogative, but you're not disposable."
Did this mean there would be more nights like this? Louise's red lips parted in surprise.
But even that dazed expression seemed to spur him on. Lying back down in an instant, Caius swallowed hard.
His wet lips meshed together, and soon the sticky flesh invaded.
The feel of his tongue was mesmerizing, and his hot palms picked out the softest flesh on Louise's body.
Each lap of his tongue tickled with a wet sound.
Reflexively, she lifted her closed eyelids slightly, and found them just a fraction of an inch open. Her feverish eyes widened.
With his lips barely pressed together, he spoke lasciviously.
"Smells like roses, doesn't it?"
She could smell the rose on the tip of her nose.
She never thought she would smell her own body through a man. Louise's already flushed face turned an even deeper shade of red.
Caius reached down and groped her crudely with his hand, pleased.
"Ah...............!"
His golden eyes twinkled as he groaned and stared down at Louise, who was squirming.
"Shhh."
He breathed over Louise's lips again, soothingly.
“Is it okay to hurt my wife early in the night? Don’t turn your master into such a bastard.”
His lips touched hers, but his touch didn't stop for a moment. Despite his words, his hands opened Louise's body like a torpedo boat and plunged in.
"Huh!"
As if his unscrupulous fingers weren't enough, he grasped her private hair, then let go, unable to pull away.
Strange tears welled up in her eyes with each lascivious flick of his tongue. The unfamiliar heat rising from beneath her made her lower belly flutter.
After a while, the man approached and licked the corner of her eye.
"You shouldn't be crying already."
He looked completely unperturbed, and then he straddled her.
Under the immense pressure, Louise could barely breathe.
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"That's enough.................. that's enough, Your Highness."
Louise begged hoarsely to the man pressed tightly against her back.
But judging by the hot breath in her ears and the ever-closer press of her lower body, it was a futile effort.
"Ha, Louise."
He called her name precariously.
Louise looked back at the man with wide eyes, hoping that he would have pity on her and stop.
But the moment their eyes met, their lips met in a heated kiss. He seemed intent on stealing the breath from her lungs.
Unable to resist, Louise bit down on the stubbornly tangled flesh, but Caius laughed slyly.
"Is a vassal allowed to bite his lord?"
He asked, his lips barely parting.
Louise's rabbit-eyed glare had no effect on him.
"Get on your knees."
"Oh, I can't, it's too hard................"
"That's why I told you to stay in your room with Miriam. Get on your knees."
Did he realize she had a weakness for Miriam's name? He must have.
Louise pursed her lips in exasperation and pushed herself to her knees.
"My loyal Ermoli."
He whispered in her ear, then bit her earlobe.
"Ha...."
What really bothered her was his hot skin, like it was on fire wherever he touched her. His eyes flashed like a light bulb at every touch.
She couldn't even make the excuse that she was only being loyal to him. She had heard the first time wasn’t as sweet or gentle as she thought it would be.....................
Their bodies pressed against each other, not allowing a single breeze to sneak in, and the waves began to rise once more.
"Ah, ah.................."
The most private and sensitive parts of their bodies were entwined.
The sensation of oversensitive flesh brushing against sensitive flesh was dizzying. The overlapping flesh burned hot all over. Louise wanted to break free, but the rough hands held tightly to her hips, preventing her from doing so. His breathing was ragged against the nape of her neck, her heart beating wildly in the chest of the man pressed against her back. As he left what seemed like the umpteenth mark on the delicate nape of her neck, a shiver of climactic pleasure shot up her spine once more.
"Aaat..................!"
She was being held so tightly that she couldn't move, and her eyes were white as if her whole body was floating.
The man's movements grew faster and faster, and his huge body jerked once, weakly. Louise was able to slip away, but the next instant he had her by the chin. The indefatigable man showered her with devouring kisses, and that was where Louise's memories cut off.
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Caius blinked, the woman's slender shoulders glowing white in the lantern's reflection.
For a moment, the ghost of himself, the one that had been eating at her like a ravenous beast all his life, flashed through him like a beacon.
"..................You're crazy."
A small, self-admonishing voice said.
"Spread your legs."
"Bend your knees."
"Suck it."
No more rhyming aristocratic courtesies for the woman.
Perhaps he had had too much to drink.
It would be better if he didn't remember, but he wasn't one to lose his memory when he was drunk.
Caius clenched his molars at the memory of the night before.
He'd been avoiding her for nearly a month, afraid he'd make a mistake if he poked his nose in, but his need had turned to poison.
In truth, he'd been wary of Louise since the day he'd first seen her asleep in the library.
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