By the ti I ca out of the bathroom, the food from the kitchen arrived.
How nice, they even prepared it in a cute basket for .
I looked at the ti and frowned, it was still too early for to sneak out. I walked over to the window and lit a cigarette, wondering if Leslie was thinking about .
She looked so good in that white dress today, I was hoping that she would still be wearing it when I snuck into her room later.
I wonder if she’ll be surprised to see .
We didn’t make any solid plans like the last ti I promised to see her, but if she was anything like , she’d stay up all night just in case.
I waited about thirty minutes before I couldn’t wait any longer. I picked up the basket of food and snuck out of my room, walking down the dimly lit corridors to Leslie’s bedroom.
There was only one maid in the hallway, and I only needed to hide for a minute before continuing forward.
My heart pounded in my chest as I approached Leslie’s bedroom door.
Please be awake.
I knocked on her door as softly as I could and waited for a response.
A mont later, the door creaked open, revealing Leslie in a large oversized t-shirt and shorts. Her eyes widened before her lips curved into the most beautiful smile.
"Christian?" she whispered and stepped aside to allow in.
I resisted the urge to push her onto the bed, grabbing her hand instead.
"Co, follow ," I said with a smile.
She looked at , bewildered as I pulled her back out into the hallway. We sneakily made our way to the back of the house and slipped out into the garden, stopping only once we were a good distance away from the house.
"Christian, what are we doing?" she giggled.
"Taking a stroll through the garden. The entire ti I was out here with your sister, I was thinking about you."
This was the truth. I also didn’t want Leslie to feel left out after Morgan flaunted our walk in her face earlier.
Her cheeks flushed pink, "Thank you. I’m very happy you thought of ."
I seem to only think of you.
After a few more minutes of walking, we ended up at a stone gazebo with a table in the middle. The surrounding area was filled with beautiful pink and red roses, creating a pleasant atmosphere.
"Here, I brought this for you." I placed the basket on the table and motioned for Leslie to take a seat.
She curiously opened the top of the basket, revealing a pair of exquisite sandwiches made with fried chicken cutlets.
"What’s this?" she asked, looking at the food with interest.
"I noticed that you hardly ate at dinner and wanted to make sure you weren’t hungry."
She smiled, then averted my gaze, looking out into the garden.
Did I do sothing wrong?
Before I could ask, she looked back at with teary eyes, "Thank you, Christian. Thank you for thinking about , it ans a lot."
A warmth spread through my chest. I moved to sit beside her and pulled her into my arms. I wanted to reply, but I couldn’t find the right words, so we simply sat in a silent embrace.
"Go, eat your fill. We can walk around after", I smiled, pulling away.
She nodded and turned her attention to the food in the basket. I watched her stuff her cheeks like a chipmunk, extrely adorably.
It only took her a few minutes to finish both halves of the sandwich. She looked up at with a big smile.
Poor thing must have been starving.
My stomach turned at the thought. I couldn’t help but think how often she must have been starved in the past. I felt an inexplicable sense of anger.
Soon. Once I destroy your family, I’ll set you free.
It didn’t matter how I was going to do this, the important thing was that I was finding more reasons to take them down every day.
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After she finished eating, we got up and began our stroll around the garden. As we walked side by side, my hand found its way to hers.
It happened so naturally that I didn’t even notice we were holding hands until she looked up at with a slight, blushing smile.
Mmm, I like this feeling. How long has it been since I’ve held soone’s hand?
The moon was bright, lighting up the surrounding area with its soft glow. We walked around the entire garden, laughing and chatting.
We both paused as we approached a certain stone bench that would always be engraved deep in my mind.
Flashes of what occurred here played in my mind, causing to lick my lips.
I looked down at her with a brewing desire, eting her gaze. Her flushed cheeks and pink lips broke the last strings of restraint I had, and I lifted her off the ground and sat down on the stone bench, positioning her on my lap.
My lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck as I took in a deep breath, inhaling her scent.
"Leslie. Do you want ?"
I whispered the sweet words that she once asked , right here on this bench.
She tilted her head back and let out a long, drawn-out breath. While she didn’t answer directly, I felt her begin to move her hips on my lap.
It was exactly like last ti, except for the fact that she was sitting facing away from .
I lifted my hand and gently gripped her neck.
"I’ll ask again, Leslie. Do you want ?"
My other hand slipped under her shirt, making its way up to her breast. She squird on top of , but my firm grip held her in place.
"Yes. Yes, I want you..ah!" she breathed out a moan.
My already hard erection began to throb. I wanted her so badly that I felt like I could go insane.
I tilted her head with the hand that was around her neck and pinched her nipple, causing her to let out a small whimper.
"Mm, you’re such a good girl," I said directly into her ear before kissing it.
I ran my tongue up from the lobe of her ear, exploring the area inwards. Leslie began to moan nonstop. I felt her body shudder every ti my tongue explored a new section of her ear.
"You like that, don’t you. I’m curious....How wet are you right now?"
She continued to gasp for air as she squird on my lap, rubbing against my rock hard cock.
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