You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 610

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The sudden meeting and now the sudden embrace of the woman, allowing her soft warmth and tasteful feel to involve him in sweetness, had Zeleskiaz confused and alarmed. The view of her at the end of the stairs appeared like a vision his tired mind played and now... having her soft sound and lovely attitude near and vivid had him helplessly troubled... for even a slight graze of her hand was torture to his heart after so long of not enjoying it to his soul’s like.

’My love...’ — He thought, unable to place distance between them when she so adorably wrapped him saying sweet mouthpieces. — ’I rave every day and night because of missing you... how to resist... how...’

Inhaling her scent, as if his nose had regained its use after only managing whiffs of her for weeks, his hands clenched over her figure, aware that if too eager it would hurt the woman, releasing some stress before finally squeezing her tenderly in arms that yearned her everything... inevitably causing her gasp, although Marianne gulped it down so he would continue to hold her against him without concerns.

’How to let go... without losing sanity... this sanity that I hold grudge, for if not there... if non-existent...’ — Feeling her breathing and caress be returned, Zeleskiaz shuddered, already losing sight of the goals and determination he has painstakingly endured for too long. Taking a look at her blush while imagining all of his endless desires be perpetuated now... with her in his arms.

*Gulp...* — He swallowed too tempted yet afraid of his outrageous mind and heart. — "My lady... my lady should be careful when saying such things... it is troubling for this resolve of mine."

"To be careful... isn’t this fine?"

"... what is...?"

"Losing resolve for a tad... I... I hoped to find you and be with you with such hopes in mind, your highness..." — Embarrassed, she brazenly said, keeping close as he hesitated. Letting her hands climb up the man to somehow incite his body into a more intimate graze, reaching his jaw that flinched heated by Marianne’s refined allure while his eyes met the frail grey that strained her grace into this helpless chance. — "L-like before... like... you would have done before even without the permission you own now..."

"..."

"..."

Feeling how his breathing commenced to make his chest struggle, the lean of Zeleskiaz’s forehead in hers produced her heart to race as well, waiting for a second to see if he would finally do it... considering it was appropriate to give him the time to chase the invitation... although her patience would be the one to fail this time.

*Peck*

On her toes, Marianne lightly grazed the crown prince’s lips, noticing late for he was so lost in the ethereal reality that another kiss and another one was given until his hand locked her Crown into a more passionate and voracious kiss... one of those so thirsty of her taste he would usually steal while taking all of her breath.

"Mn...*smooch* fuh...ah, my lady...! This... we cannot... *slurp* *smooch~* ngh, d*mn it, my- *bite* why, hff..!"

"?! Mn~ hff... *smooch* *smoo~ch* it’s fine~ haa..." — The moisture of his lips eating her fruity taste was welcomed by her dazzled figure, tensing up to touch his restless hands squeezing her waist to the point she almost stammer on her skirt, not letting her fall as it was Zeleskiaz’s impatience to get more of her that pushed his lean further. A lean that was replied with her slim fingers griping the blouse of the man so he would not retreat... so he could steal her air and thoughts in such awaited embrace without remorse. — "! Ngh *kiss* careful-mph~ ah!"

"... hff... my lady...!"

"... gasp... ha..." — Between the wall and his prominent frame, Marianne trembled as she gasped the air his sudden stop allowed, breathing in his accelerated whiffs while the lips grazed each other despicably light... tempting and insinuative as if he would not shamelessly devour her ready flesh while he supported himself with a hand on the wall while the other... — "nh... fuhh, m-my prince..."

’Bloody love... my love... I could torn this dress off anytime now...’ — Zeleskiaz considered, feeling how the fabric was the obstacle between his touch and her skin. Gripping her firmly so a little flinch would be provoked along a delicious little moan in her voice, caressing the curve of her torso which he stared at lustful, yearning to see the pure roundness her neckline hid so sensually.

"... ah... your highness..."

"..."

"Mn... do not lose... this chance..." — She whispered holding Zeleskiaz’s hand on her rib telling it to do as it wished, kissing him gently to incite him dangerously with fingers that caressed the heated chest of the man. — "Your craves... are shared..."

"..."

"I want... *smooch*... these hands of yours to forget what must... and do as desired..."

He was kissed again, excessively entranced in the lust to make sense of her direct seduction, returning in a daze the grazes and leaving some on her fine visage and neck, clenching slowly his fist, aware that this much freedom could hinder the couple’s future.

"! Mnh~ m-... Z-zeleskiaz..." — Trembling at the feel of his tongue tracing her neck, Marianne sighed delightedly, going for his edges that unexpectedly drifted away from her.

"?... w-what’s wrong?"

"We... cannot..."

"... but..."

"I will leave now, wait a tad before going back... it will be no good if we are found out, Lady Marianne."

"... but it is only us here."

"Anyone could enter this room at any time."

"... alright..."

"..... Do not..."

"?"

"Do not do this again. Ever."

"..."

"... I will meet you tomorrow... I do not think my tasks will be done by today." — Unable to look her in the eye as she kept quiet at his words, Zeleskiaz took hold of the door’s knob, regretting how delightful and strong her taste remained in his mouth, demanding for more as he bit the tongue that wanted her the most. — "Do go back safely to your chambers... goodbye."

He rushed to his bureau after that. Making sure no one would be around while he pleased himself with her picture in mind, guilty to fall for the flesh’s and his bestial desires. Imagining the many dreams and daydreams he had of the precious woman for who he needed to control his hands until the time... until his love and proposal allowed the man to take her everything without placing her reputation in danger.

"We’re half way the month! Only a few days more, cursed beast!! Only... only a few more so I can love you senseless... if I had remained to your side now... Marianne... oh Marianne... haaah..... I... to you... neither your nails nor toes... your hair nor any hidden spot..... I would have taken it all as mine..."

—... Forget what must... and do as desired... —

’Was I to do that my frail yet venturous beloved... oh, my loved sensual woman...! My love... my... my loved Marianne...’ — "There would be no going back... never again would I be able to hold back... this... this is for our future’s sake, my love... and yet... how frustrating... how I lust over you feels dirty when you probably ignore the length of my hand’s desires...!"

While he struggled on his own, worries about her did remain in his mind throughout the day. His detached ways to separate were the sole choice he found so he could escape her allure. One he would otherwise take advantage of if not for what he knew could be lost. The lady, had remained quiet and had not retorted at the time and as he had instructed she had retired little after his escape... dejected... but also... resenting the man and her decision.

’... a**hole...’ — Hurt in her pride, Marianne recalled the cold eyes when he pulled away. Teary-eyed to be rejected by him when she left aside any shame so they could indulge in their love. — ’To even say not to do it again... if you do not like me anymore you could simply say so. You don’t need to humiliate me like this... idiot... stupid man...’