You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 668 -s

"Mph!...m.... No!" — She pulled away, out of breath and confused by everything she experienced in so few seconds. — "Huff... why... this isn’t.... I am mad at you! Don’t do this!"

"... you are?"

"?! Y-yes, I am."

"... alright."

"Huh? Woah!" — The slow lift and then the sudden fall on his mattress widened her eyes. While surprised, Marianne wasn’t fast enough to avoid his hand that would restrain both of hers over her crown... and as if a curious snake, Zeleskiaz’s other hand touched the curves of the beloved, going up, touching her skin while his nose also climbed leaving a hot trace on her cleavage. — "Hey! W-What is this—?! Hm~?! Uh?! W-where are you touching!?"

"I need to please my love. You can’t stay mad, Marianne. We need to solve this..."

"—... to s-solve..." — Sweet his nose rubbed against hers, confusing her more as this was not at all what she expected to happen. Watching his big frame above her seemingly small figure, she then felt her leg being raised, letting some of the night’s cold enter underneath her dress along the touch of his tough hand. — "??!?! W- hm~?! Wait. Wait, wait... Zeleskiaz! Wait!"

"I can’t."

"..."

"My love... I can’t keep on waiting... not even in my dreams... don’t do this to me. Please..." — Falling to beg, his forehead touched hers as his hand kept doing as it wished while his lips robbed some kisses even while conveying his plea with a pouty voice. — "Having you like this... don’t you know I would die for it?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Mn... Z-zeleskiaz..."

"If you are mad... I’ll make you forget it while I ravish you."

"Mmph... ha... wait."

"No."

"Huff...!"

"I love you so much... to think this is my only way, Marianne..." — The hands of the man were now touching the skin under the gown. Thirsty for the tender flesh. Making her weak by igniting the lust she had also been restraining. Placing her legs over his, making sure that his lower half was in between to tease a forbidden entrance. — "... Beautiful... love... you are so beautiful...*smooch*.... *lick* so sweet and seductive, my love..."

"Hf...n... ah... Z-zeleskiaz this isn’t right..."

"?... If it’s because you’re mad... I can be rough."

"... huh?" — Opposite to what he said, his hands went up her body, massaging Marianne’s pelvis with one and the birth of her breast with the other. — "!!??"

A delectable shiver crossed her whole body, a funny sensation was conquering her lower half and the whispers of the man that were tempting more kisses only made her confusion heighten at the pressure his manliness made her conscious of.

"Making love to reconcile... sounds naughty and hot, Marianne."

"Hff... Zeleskiaz, stop..."

"I love you..."

"Hn... s-stop..." — ’Oh god... he’s really... touching my bare skin~ ha...’

"My love... won’t you also say it?"

"Huh? W-what should I say..." — Dizzy by the many caresses and kisses Zeleskiaz was laying on her, Marianne mumbled, thirsty for more. Gasping a moan after the man with a smile pressed himself against her while his arms wrapped her with no escape from his lower half.

"That you want me... *smooch*... that you miss me... *smoo~ch* that you also love me, Marianne."

"Hngh... I..."

"Say so... and I’ll stop only touching."

"Haah... hff... Zel..."

"Love..."

"Hf... I lo—"

*Knock knock knock!* — "Hey! Zeleskiaz, what’s this about you almost killing the Emperor again?! You’re in there right?! Open the door!!"

’—... killing WHO??’

"Tsk. Even in my dreams he’s a nuisance..."

’... dreams?’ — The woman, blue by the sudden interruption finally realised, even though the word was told many times. — ’Wait... This isn’t a dream...’

"My love, don’t mind that... look at me and tell me, yes?"

"... but... this is not a dream..." — Conflicted, she said it softly. Becoming redder as the situation and position were embarrassing to be real.

"Zeleskiaz! I know you’re awake! Open the d*mn door! Don’t you know this will affect my wage?! F*cking tw*t get your a** here!!"

"Huh? Not a dream?........ my lady?" — Slowly he raised, asking to make sure. Receiving a troubled nod from the woman he was still holding firmly by her legs.

His eyes watched the beloved. Dishevelled, blushing youthfully under him while now covering her face. Showing skin his hand had shamelessly exposed... and was holding shamelessly with himself in between.

"?!?!?"

*THUD*

He fell back as he stammered backing up, horrified by his own doings. Seeing now from below how Marianne rised and tried to fix her gown while sitting on his mattress.

’... what have I done?’ — Shocked he asked himself. Yet the right hand outside wouldn’t let him think much.

"I knew you were in there! Open the door or I’ll come in to kick your a**!!"

"Tsk! What?! What do you want!!? Leave!!!"

"See?! I knew you were there! Do you know what you did—"

"I do, I’ll compensate you! So stop bothering me now! Get lost!! Good night!" — Closing the door again, he dismissed the right hand that couldn’t understand the rush.

"For real!? I will hold you to your word! No escape mate~!"

"Just leave!!"

Leaning on the door, he stared at the embarrassed woman sitting on his mattress after finally listening to how the right hand left. Zeleskiaz’s breathing became difficult the more he realised that what he believed was the blessing of his dreams was in truth the woman herself in the flesh. No thoughts could be gathered by the crown prince. Only the actions perpetuated replayed painfully in his head while supporting himself on the closed doors.

"I... I apologise..." — Frightened, Zeleskiaz said out of breath, staring at the ground since he could not dare look into her eyes. — "I wasn’t—... I didn’t... I thought it was a dream and....."

’D*mn it!’ — He cursed, tightening his lids in regret.

"... does his highness dream like this often...?"

"?!! I apologise! It is unsightly. I... I let myself get carried away by joy and..... I scared my lady!" — Almost soundless, regretting life itself he weakly muttered. Realising much more besides what was told. — ’No... not only that... I practically... stained her by doing this...’

"..."

"..."

"... you call me ’my lady’ again... in dreams you seem to call me differently."

— My love. —

Pointing at the fact, Zeleskiaz’s colour abandoned him. In dreams, he would call her what he did not dare to in reality. By name, by love... for in his dreams his confession of devotion had been told ages ago. Yet in reality... the word love, the declaration to compromise for life had yet to be told.

’It wasn’t... Supposed to be like this.’ — He crumbled inside with the thought, unable to meet the eye of the woman. — "I... a...logize..."

’It’s over...’ — He sincerely believed. Knowing that if not for the interruption, her purity would have been taken and with that her honour and respect everybody should dedicate to her.