Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 294: Relaxation ll

The mansion’s living room was quiet and cozy in the early morning light. Sunlight slipped through the tall windows, warming the polished wooden floor and the soft cream-colored couch where I sat. A low coffee table held a tray with two steaming cups of tea, a small silver sugar bowl, and a few biscuits. The faint smell of jasmine tea mixed with the clean scent of the room. Polished wood, fresh flowers in a vase, and a hint of last night’s warmth still lingering in the air. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

I leaned back against the cushions, wrapped my hands around the hot cup the waiter had just poured, and took a slow sip.

*Slurp.*

"Ahmm... the tea feels so refreshing," I said, letting out a long, satisfied breath.

Elizabeth sat beside me, legs tucked under her, wearing a loose grey sweater that hung off one shoulder and black pants that hugged her legs. She’d wiped her body clean after the shower and looked relaxed, hair still a little damp and messy. She took a sip from her own cup and smiled.

"Of course. I love it when they make it here, but trust me Clara makes it way better," she said, glancing toward the bedroom door.

"Oh really?" I asked, lips pressing together in a tight smile.

"Yep!" Elizabeth nodded, sipping again. "Sad she’s still sleeping, or else I would’ve woken her up and made her brew some for you to taste."

We both looked over at the bed. Clara was still fast asleep, curled under the blanket like a kid. One bare shoulder peeked out, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, face peaceful and soft. She looked completely wiped out.

"Yeah, let her sleep," I said, exhaling slowly. "She seems to have gotten really tired."

Elizabeth laughed softly, setting her cup on the table and scooting closer. "Obviously. Not everyone can handle your thrusts the way you go so fiercely, mister." Her hand slid over my thigh, giving it a light, teasing squeeze.

I chuckled, feeling the warmth of her palm through my jeans. "Yeah, only Miss Elizabeth has the strength to withstand it."

She fanned herself dramatically with her free hand, pretending to be shy. "Well, thank you for the compliment. I’m flattered."

We both laughed, the sound soft and easy in the quiet room. I took another sip of tea, the hot liquid soothing my throat, and leaned my head back against the couch.

I leaned back against the cushions, legs stretched out, cup cradled in both hands. Elizabeth sat close beside me, one leg tucked under her, the other dangling off the couch.

"Hehe, self-obsessed," I said, chuckling with a sarcastic edge, giving her a sideways look.

"Oye, so mean!" Elizabeth gasped, fake-offended, and swatted my arm lightly. Her hand lingered there for a second, fingers brushing my sleeve.

"Sorry, sorry," I laughed, catching her wrist gently and giving it a playful squeeze to calm her down.

She let out a dramatic sigh, "Sighh..." then took a slow sip of her tea. She set the cup back on the table with a soft clink and leaned back, stretching her arms above her head before relaxing again, staring up at the high ceiling with a small, thoughtful smile.

I took another sip too, the tea warm and soothing in my throat. We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, no talking, no rush...just breathing, listening to the faint sounds of the mansion waking up (distant clatter of dishes in the kitchen, birds outside the windows, the soft hum of the big house.

Finally I finished my tea, set the empty cup on the table, and leaned back with a quiet exhale.

"So... you leaving now?" Elizabeth asked, tilting her head toward me. Her voice was casual, but there was a tiny catch in it.

"Yeah... I have to," I said, nodding slowly. I glanced up at the big wall clock above the fireplace. "I’m already kinda late."

"Yeah, right," she said, tone dropping, sounding sad. She looked down at her hands for a second, then back at me.

I raised an eyebrow, noticing the shift. "What’s up with that tone? You look sad."

Elizabeth blinked, then gave a small, honest smile. "I don’t know... I just... really enjoyed this with you."

"Me too," I said softly, reaching over to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Fuck this," she suddenly muttered, standing up fast. Before I could react, she stepped between my knees and straddled my lap in one smooth motion.

"Ahmmm..." I let out a surprised laugh, hands automatically going to her waist to steady her as she settled. Her ass pressed right against my groin, warm through the fabric, and her arms looped around my neck, pulling us close.

She looked down at me, eyes bright and a little mischievous, lips curved in a soft smile.

"I’m not ready for you to go yet," she whispered, leaning in until our noses brushed.

I grinned, hands sliding up her back.

She laughed quietly and kissed me slow, warm, and perfect, while the morning light wrapped around us like a promise that we still had a little more time.

Our lips moved together in slow, deep kisses which were gentle at first, then hungrier, tongues sliding lazily, tasting each other in the warm silence.

We broke apart only when we needed air, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling hot and uneven. Her fingers played with the short hairs at the back of my neck, and I could feel her heartbeat through the thin layers between us.

"Promise me, Ezra," she whispered, voice low and a little shaky, finally pulling back just enough to meet my eyes.

I exhaled, still catching my breath, lips tingling from hers. "What is it, Elizabeth?"

Our faces stayed inches apart. I could see every detail, the faint freckles across her nose, the way her eyelashes caught the light, the small, vulnerable curve of her mouth as she waited.

She searched my eyes for a long second, then spoke softly, almost like she was afraid the words might break something.