You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 26

The man had wrapped his arm over my waist and with the hand that was once placed on the railing, he took my head hostage. Swiftly surrounding my body with his firm arms, in a second, he caught me with ease.

As soon as he placed his hands on me, the arm around my waist tightened its hold, bringing my body closer, pressing his existence against me as he pulled me tighter.

Simultaneously, with his fingers entangled in my hair, the hand placed at the back of my head, drove my face closer to his with a nice force.

Confused, I couldn’t make sense of what was happening until it was already too late.

His face was already so close to mine... not only that... thanks to the wine I had drunk... I just wasn’t able to counter against him.

The man had parted his lips wide.

As if taking a big bite, he devoured my lips without hesitation. While slowly letting out a hot breath, he sucked on my lips as he slightly pulled away... just to quickly take a breath and suck on them once more... With much more passion.

I didn’t know what was happening anymore. The whole situation escaped from rationale.

While sucking on my frozen lips, he rubbed his body against mine. My breasts were pressed against his hard chest, robbing me of the air I had barely trapped inside me.

Then... He began tracing my closed lips with his tongue, giving them a good taste. The hotness of it... as it licked my lips... made me tremble to the point of making me shut my eyes from the weird sensation growing in my belly.

I gripped his upper clothing with both of my hands, not knowing what to do with them.

All I could hear was my heart beating loudly... and my shortness of breath in the far-away background.

However, he did not pay attention to any of that.

The hand on my waist shifted... wrapping my body even more in his embrace, placing itself at the side of my hip. Fingers wide open... gripped the side of my hip in an attempt to bring me even closer.

The hand that held my head moved to my ears. His big hand and thick fingers were now tracing my jawline.

He placed his thumb on my lower lip and parted my shut lips without much effort... while our upper lips were still able to touch each other.

I let out a small breath that mixed with his as soon as my shut lips loosened.

Without losing a moment, he smoothly slipped his tongue inside my mouth and moved it around skillfully in a deep kiss. A thick slippery tongue...hotter than fire itself... intertwined with mine... Almost playfully, he reached every corner of my mouth.

I was losing focus... I got out of breath quickly... All of this was... Dizzying..... But, he wouldn’t let go of me any sooner.

Without letting me recover, he continued his passionate attacks. I was able to see his eyes for a moment when he peeked at me as I tried to get some air for a bit.

And... When our eyes met... his gaze had a burning desire that made me tremble in unexpected anticipation.

He licked his lips, soaking them in preparation... and once again, our lips met in a kiss.

Maintaining his thumb on my chin... He prevented my lips from uniting, sealing his entrance.

Once again, his tongue made its way in and kept incessantly tracing my upper jaw, to then entangle with mine in a long ferocious dance.

His long fingers, caressed my burning cheek and ear as well as they could... almost desperate, to keep their grasp. I felt how a trace of saliva went down from the side of my mouth, unable to escape the embrace he had me meshed in.

Weird soft sounds kept flowing out of me... making his kisses more fierce, muffling them, as the noises became more and more sensual. I could feel him gasping for breath, unwilling to separate from me for even a moment.

I was left completely at his mercy. It was only thanks to his arm on my waist that I was still able to stand. After all... My body had grown weak long ago from his incursions.

It was while our mouths were still fusing with each other... That I ultimately lost consciousness.

The stimulation was too much... and the breathing difficulty didn’t help to... continue for longer...

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The next morning, I woke up in my room in a dazed state. What felt like a dream... was proven to be real by my still swollen lips.

A great wave of embarrassment came over me. I felt my body heating up from shame, so I curled on my bed, trying to hide from the world under the sheets covering me.

My heartbeat became faster as I recalled yesterday’s events with so many details.

But, what took primacy in my thoughts was only one fact.

’.....To think...I would have that kind of kiss... as my first....’

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The Sylfinnier Dukedom had begun preparations for the departure of the Masters to the Royal Palace as soon as the sun began to rise. The servants had left ready the Masters’s luggage the night before, however, there was still much to do. Since the castle was going to be in absence of its owners, for the next few days, a thorough cleaning was going to take place in the entirety of the Duchy.

The servants tended to each Master from early morning. And as accustomed, The Duke and Young Master were the first ones to be ready.

The Duke had given some instructions to the Butler, who would be left in charge of the castle in his absence, from early morning.

The moment Thomas visited his lord’s chambers, the elder noticed that his lord did not get much sleep the night before. The reason was obvious, therefore, the wise Butler abstained from asking his Master about it.

Yet, His Grace had an apparent restless expression.

The past few days, his Master seemed to be in an exceptionally cheerful mood. Although there was a lot of work to do, the Duke was in a lively mood thanks to the few meetings he had with his eldest daughter.

Orland would smile all day after eating breakfast in the morning with Marianne. And the days after, when they didn’t meet, he would be sad for a moment because he was not able to spend time with her those days. He would become impatient, waiting anxiously for the next time he would receive an invitation from Marianne. But, at the same time, he would look back on her little actions during their time together, and smile softly at the scene imprinted in his memory.

’...She’s such a lovely child...’

Now that the day the Duke feared most has come, the joyful vibe he had until yesterday was now nowhere to be found.

Thomas understood the Duke’s worry, he was his right hand after all.

This Royal Ball was worrisome not only for the Duke but for himself too. He had served his whole life to the Sylfinnier family and was aware of the great sorrow residing in the heart of the Duke.

Thomas had seen Lady Marianne grow, and was also very concerned with her well-being.

While doing his duties, Thomas went to check on the Young Master, as the Duke had requested.

The Young Master had grown to be a capable man. That is why Thomas was surprised to see the Young Lord’s complexion, which resembled his Master’s.

’...Just like his Father... He must be worried about the Miss...’ — Thomas thought as he felt pleased seeing how much the Young Master loved his sister.

It was difficult for siblings to be so attached to each other, more so, in families of high status.

Yet, The Butler did not know... that the kinds of worries Paul had... were nothing like the Duke’s...