You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 397

The hand of the man she had placed on her thigh was becoming greedy the more his grazes were allowed. Touching the smoothness below her torn skirt as his arm brought her however it could nearer to his body... having his way with the lips he wanted to himself, kissing them chaotically thirsty of the slippery inside she sweetly owned... while she tried to return his passion as well as her little experience permitted, as well as while she coped with the complexity his hand’s eagerness instilled within her being.

’O-oh... oh god... haa’ — Having difficulty as she tried to manage her breathing at his relentless craving, Marianne’s blush strengthened with shyness, feeling shivers caress the air in her lungs as his hand’s touch felt the hottest on her flesh. Becoming troubled with her heart’s willingness on indulging to the dangers of his passion. — ’T-this is... mh~ god... somebody stop me...’

Aware she was not to stop Zeleskiaz if becoming more brazen, Marianne’s puffs collided with his as she tried to also have more of his taste... and so, to her gaping hazard... his eyes opened, finding sight of the fair lady’s blush that incited a last bite on her lower lip before his hand took advantage and slowly moved her bare leg open... so more of the closeness his soul desired with craze could be gained.

"Fuhh... My lady...*smooch*... please stop me..." — Clearly troubled for he was too aware of his craves, Zeleskiaz begged in heated puffs of a sigh to the dazed woman. Provoking more conflict in Marianne for she did not wish to stop any of their superficial grazes. And even as her leg was moved with more intense grazes in mind...

’... I can’t...’

"nh... My lady...!"

’I can’t stop us, Zel...’

With echoing passion, Marianne sighed inwardly... Taking instead hold of his soft, straight and golden hair as she invited him recklessly. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Mph! Last Marianne..!"

The excitement of the prince skyrocketed with the unmistakable seduction Marianne was giving as she pulled him. Even losing stability... that made his hand that once was on her waist fall on the surface of the commode, needing its support to not fall on top of the woman without mercy.

"!?"

"Huff... I- I’m sorry... *lick* I... *suck* I’m too excited."

"!...m..."

Resuming immediately the desperate kisses, Zeleskiaz stuttered, impatient... chaotic even... as his hand slowly went down her leg, lifting it so she could lay down as the lady’s pull demanded. However, she flinched at the movement... breaking the chaos of his wants into reason.

"...hf... I...We shouldn’t be doing this..." — Pained by his own words, Zeleskiaz mumbled. Clenching his jaw as it was too great a permission the lady was granting... yet recalling his careful wishes... that wanted her to know with a clear confession how his heart was devoted to her being.

’Huh?... w-why–...?’

"Even if I crave you with wildness... my lady, even if doing this tears me apart for denying myself this..." — Visibly conflicted, the crown prince frowned as his hand felt the softness of her skin one last time and inhaled the sweetness of her nature... looking her in the eye as the ferocity of his soul was fought in it’s glint. — "This... this bliss..."

"!..."

"Your well-being is-"

*Knock knock*

"?!"

"... Marianne? Sweetie, I am coming in."

"?!??"

’OH MY GOD!’ — Marianne screamed inside, wide-eyed and as pale just as the man on top of her. Both moving quickly at her jump for the door was already opening so Orland could enter.

’Move, move!’ — Pushing him so at least a few steps of distance was between them, Marianne’s fluster was shared. And before the head of her Father peeked from the little gap he opened at no response...

"?!...?! Huh...?"

"..."

The two rushed criminals met eyes for a second... in which the unprepared Zeleskiaz’s edges trembled in nervous amusement, baffled, infecting her easily for the situation was unbelievable.

’Pff... gosh, haha!’

"... haha..."

"Marianne?...? What are you two doing there?" — Finding the two young ones hiding their laughter, Orland asked with a raised brow. Intrigued at why his daughter was sitting on top of her commode... while the man he knew was a pretentious suitor for his child leaned on the wall near her, clearly more shaken unlike the last time he saw him off along his daughter.

"Well... Your Grace, we were-"

"Why is Marianne there and not resting on her mattress?" — Scowling already suspicious of the impulsive prince before him, Orland entered the chamber, going to his daughter’s side and followed by the two summoned physicians as well as a concerned yet composed Paige. — "Sweetie, are you alright? You appear shaken..."

"... The lady appears blushed, could it be a growing fever, my lord?" — Paige added peeking from behind.

"It could be..."

’um... I... I won’t say a word until I get a lawyer, mister.’ — Glancing at the prince, Marianne shrank chuckling and fooling around as the mood has yet to settle down.

"... Sweetie... Were you perhaps laughing?"

’Uh... Well... yes... if it’s just now, I was.’

"... that’s... sigh... that’s good my baby. If you are able to laugh under these circumstances I... there is nothing that makes me more glad."

Noticing the carefreeness in her essence as well as the softness in her current expression, Orland’s tone became more tender and less concerned, giving his child a small stroke on her temple, tucking her already tucked hair with fond demeanour, and laying the kiss she was used to receive, although this time...

"... I-... I’m... tRuly gLAd my InnOcent chIld..."

... His voice broke. For in his head, the fears her condition provided had been clouding his peace with a gale of worries. Thickly with a matter he did not know how it could manifest in her health.

"?!" — ’M-mister?! Wh- Anne! W-why is he crying?!’

The hands of the child took her father instinctively to embrace him in sight to show comfort. Troubled while looking at those present that were as shocked as the lady at her father’s break of composure.