The Archduke's Songbird-Chapter 194: Driven By Passion

Jessamyn opened her eyes wide. "Sleep?"

The gently warm lights of the candles flickered, casting dancing shadows across the room. The curtains billowed softly in the gentle breeze, whispering secrets of the night. The curtains of the bed remained open, allowing the breeze to caress her body, already warm with desires.

She couldn’t resist the temptation to touch the bulging muscles of his shoulders and arms. Against her delicate fingers, those firm muscles ignited a fire within her, each touch sending a surge of heat through her veins.

Jerrick wetted his lips and looked into her eyes. Her blue eyes flickered with desire. This was not like the previous times—he could see the twinge of bashfulness behind the titillating glance.

He held her face between his hands and rubbed his thumb over her temples. She was clearly not keen on sleeping. He didn’t want to sleep either.

But...

She said that she would do it out of obligation or duty or respect or whatever word she wanted to put there. She was indeed burning with desire and yet she wouldn’t allow herself to believe she was doing it wholeheartedly.

Was that right? What if she regretted it later? He didn’t have the guts to watch her press a dagger to her neck again.

"Aren’t you tired?" he asked, giving her a last chance to back off.

He rested his crotch on hers. His manhood was already erect and ready to take her. All he needed was her willful consent.

It was their wedding night and because he had screwed everything up in the past, he had to think about every little thing. He hated himself for that.

She looked like she didn’t care about anything else but this moment. It was weird to see her docile under him. It was dreamlike, and he hardly could believe it.

It would be better if she started it, he thought, as he gently rubbed his crotch on hers. The way she closed her eyes, the way her mouth parted, and the hot breaths that fell on his face all made his rationality dwindle.

Jessamyn’s breath quickened as she felt Jerrick’s heat against her, his desire palpable and insistent. She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze, and saw the conflict within him. He wanted her, and yet there was something else stopping him from going further.

Does he not want to do this?

She wondered because of his hesitation. The guilt she tried to hide poked its ugly head out, confusing her heart.

"Jerrick," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and longing.

Before she could ask him if something was wrong, he pulled back. Jessamyn’s heart fell as his warmth left her.

She was on the verge of sinking into sadness when Jerrick hurriedly pulled the curtains of the bed to close. Pulling the blanket over his back, he covered her.

Holding her temples in a protective gesture as if he was shielding her from danger, he looked to the side where the wooden dividend was there. A heavy gust of wind blew out the candles and only the dim light from the outside entered the room.

"Is someone there?" Jessamyn whispered.

Everyone in the room left, but this room still had access from the next room through the wooden partition. She couldn’t hear anything but Jerrick might have. She had a feeling.

Jerrick looked at her. She was warm in his protective snuggle. As she breathed, her sensitive buds made contact with his hairy chest, making her desires only rise. Her breathing became labored and she wanted this to proceed further.

Maybe he sensed her desires finally, His hands moved from her temples, trailing down her neck and shoulders, sending shivers through her body. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and filled with a growing intensity.

Their kiss deepened, and she responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. The heat between them grew, and she felt a wave of excitement wash over her, banishing any lingering uncertainty.

Jerrick’s hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve with a reverence that made her feel cherished. He kissed her neck, his lips tracing a path down to her collarbone, each touch igniting a fire within her. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, her breath coming in soft gasps.

He paused, lifting his head to look at her, his eyes dark with desire but also filled with tenderness. He didn’t say anything but she could feel him asking "Are you sure?"

She nodded without hesitation. I’m sure.

With that, Jerrick’s restraint broke. He claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss, his hands trailing over her delicate skin. The feel of his skin against hers was electrifying, and she moaned softly into the kiss.

He entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust to the sensation. She gasped softly, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

Their movements became a rhythm, a dance of passion and need. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body, igniting fires wherever they touched. She responded with equal fervor, her own hands exploring his body, driving him wild with desire.

Time seemed to stand still as they moved together, their breaths and moans filling the room.

They moved together with a rhythm that felt new and familiar as if they were discovering each other for the first time. His touch was gentle yet possessive, his kisses demanding yet loving.

The world outside their window faded away, they forgot about the prying eyes behind the wooden partition, the rising sun and the approaching dawn forgotten in the intensity of their union. All that mattered was this moment, this connection, the culmination of their desires and emotions.

As they finally came together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, Jessamyn felt a profound sense of belonging as if this was where she was meant to be, with him, forever.

And as they reached the peak of their passion, her mind went blank. Nothing else mattered.

Jerrick held her close, their breaths mingling as they came down from the heights of their shared ecstasy. He kissed her softly, his touch gentle and reassuring.

They lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains.

The warm glow illuminated his face and Jessamyn gently traced her finger over the sharp features of his face. Whatever negative feelings she had toward him had vanished, replaced with trust.

The way he held her was so possessive and yet gentle as if he was saying with each of his thrusts that he would protect her as she was his.

She still didn’t know his heart but she knew she was safe with him. Slowly, she drifted to sleep.