You Think I Won't Talk? Chapter 205

We might be already sharing a few neurons for how idiotic we are.

I tried not thinking about it when I ntioned "mouth", but... what I avoided she simply let it show in our head as if it was nothing.

"~~~" — ’nnnnghhhaaaAAAAH!!!! STAAAAAP!!’

This d*mn girl!! If not because we share bodies!! I would hit her real hard!! ButD*MN IT!!

mories flooded selfishly.

His nice and classy scent flashed like a wave of heat throughout our body. I felt breathless as I was tightly pressed against him...

The solidness of his body, involving preciously even though he could break like a useless stick for how tough those arms were...

I felt flying... As if... As if...

’... It felt as if I was suddenly floating in an empty chest...’

It felt warm and safe... Yet thrilling...

"...~"

’Ugh... I know... You’re right. I’m also a maiden, sweetheart... Although that’s the extent of my purity.’

"!?"

’Hah! At the very least I admit it! I know well that you’re not that pure either, so don’t be cynical Marianne Elise Sylfinnier! That’s MY job!’

... Well, I probably shouldn’t be this proud about that...

".!..!~!"

’... Anyway.’

Ignoring the tantrum she wanted to start — which, by the way, I could sense a reproach coming for kind of contradicting my word on what I just told her about catching the illness — I continued explaining why it felt so foreign or different to hug him.

’I’m guessing it felt so odd because both of us have never interacted like this with a man... The Duke doesn’t count since he’s your father and... Let’s not talk about Paul for now... he’s a party pooper.

But still, this Crown Prince here is not blood-related and, basically, a complete stranger. Hence, it has to feel different, right?’

"...!" — Agreeing with my reasoning I felt her nod like the good pupil she is.

’Heh. That’s right... And don’t even get started on his nice body. We may be maidens, but we’re not blind darling. As good an a** you have, I bet he has a good one down there–!!!?? Hey! Don’t say you haven’t–..... Ah, that’s right. You’re the pure one of us. Nevermind.’

A Male Lead in a 19 novel... She should know nothing really pure can co out of such a character.

Heh... Naive, Anne. She would faint if she knew all I know, fufufu~

"...."

Lowering my gaze as the mischievous little laugh subsided on my inside, I blankly stared at our body.

’... Sigh...’ — I sighed troubled.

The clear rembrance of our last monts in that passage surfaced selfishly vivid as I heard our breathing.

The rocky feeling of the wall against my back as I lost strength in my legs... How his hand helped reach the ground... As he refused to separate our lips; following my fall, indifferent to everything else.

"...f..uuu.."

The thought made shudder. It was frustrating how it made shrink inside to the point of exhaling the stuffing air through the tight lips we have.

But...

’... even then...’

He didn’t stop.

I was drowsy from the exhaustion his kisses provoked... But I rember.

Seating on the ground, he sohow imprisoned as I tried to place my legs right on the narrow space I had.

I wanted air... But then... I felt the weight of his hand over my dress... Caressing my leg, almost restless, squeezing it...

—... lift... et my eyes, Lady... —

’... so unfair...’

If not because I lightly bit him...

— huff... ahh... I’ve..... sorry... give a mont.....—

Smooch...

The way I grabbed his collar... I think I was so dizzy I don’t really know if I wanted to hit him or... Sigh... But even then that didn’t matter to him.

He still gave another kiss before helping up.

My mind and legs regained strength thanks to the poor tea we never drank. It was already cold, yet that worked perfectly at the ti.

And now... Sothing new was added to the encounters we’ve had.

His smile easily dazzled ... It certainly has another type of destructive power...

’He looked like a real prince...’

"....."

The two of us were lost in those recollections but my "cliche" comnt swiftly helped us change our state.

’... Right. He actually IS a Prince, haha...’ — Declaring the obvious fact, I pondered for a second and quickly stood as I beca certain it was ti to stop daydreaming. — ’We should go to bed. Tomorrow... I think a new ride on the rollercoaster will take off. We should sleep to survive it, Anne.’

For so reason, once seating on my bed, I glanced at the curtain where he disappeared from, before blowing the last candle illuminating our room.

’I wonder on which door he will knock...’ — The funny thought spontaneously raised in my head as I blew the tiny fla.

Sohow entertained, we went to sleep, knowing that at the very least breakfast would be served after he arrived.

*******

His heart rejected any act of his to return to a normal pace.

The cold of the tiled rocks making the Palace’s outer walls, the pressure of his hand over his chest, neither the closing of his eyes to control the accelerated drums impulsing his blood’s velocity nor the long whiffs of the night’s breeze could grant tranquillity to his elated spirit... Even surpassing the invisible to make itself almost unbearable.

Zeleskiaz’s joyful expression could not stop from going upwards as the feel of her softness still felt vivid. Even though the cruel distance separated them.

Like a daydream, she took his grief to shape it in the lovely sense of hope, effortlessly and graciously.

’A mythical lull of a bouquet... containing a noble garden within every petal... Oh... My Lady... My delicate woman...’

"Marianne..." — His heart shivered through a yearnful whisper. — "You are too sweet of a poison, woman..."

He could not thank his victorious request enough.

The sharp nose of the Prince was in a jovial empyrean.

The recently applied oils that enhanced her cared body’s allure had been absorbed in his detrintal blouse. And, like the windy trail of a butterfly, it kept him elated. Almost causing desire to join its flight, only to remain in the sensation of her figure being encircled by his limbs.

"I can relinquish sanity for such poison... Sweet and addictive... Like the wine of your lips..... Oh... Marianne... The flesh of your poisonous fruit..... Shall beco the panacea to this thirst for pleasure instilling this neverending great war inside ."

Watching his hand, that one that could easily go around her waist as it was thin and maddeningly artsy; for its curves gave birth to her hips... those where he wanted to press... That hand ca to lay where her visage had leaned on.

Overwheld by the imitation of how her lovely weight felt against him, it climbed to his neck which battled the ntioned thirst in an excruciating battle, hindering the stunning truth, to make it leave in vulnerable prose.

The hellish days had been left behind. And now, what drowned his mind was this last eting.

The Lady’s practices had been honestly done to stand authentic to his promise and, as the dose of her presence augnted, Zeleskiaz needed to stay on the edge of sanity to keep such authenticity.

Her llifluous sound kept thickening its delectable pitch, with no certain piece to follow... Nonetheless, to the entranced man, every minute gained in length was a cleansing wave, watering the drought and cracks in his spirit born from the remorse.

As if it were a lullaby ant for the divine. Zeleskiaz’s conceptions of his excuse transford.

The session wasn’t only an opportunity to appease the yearning... But a performance he did not dare leave unheard.

’The mouthpiece of those lodies she’s creating... I pledge that... If reached by the marvel, the lands travelled by the spirits would frolic in blooming adows.’

He conceived, fascinated.

The Crown Prince was falling deeper into her charm.

Even in the dark chambers the Prince resided in, nothing of its depressing monotony could rob him of the ecstasy.

Separating from the only source of light, he released the curtain of the blessed window and strolled by the others, slightly letting a ray of the moonlight enter as he ran his fingers on its folds.

The dusk was at last a delightful ti to spend alone. There was anticipation for its end. A wonderful promise awaited once the sun invaded the reign of the moon.

"... Hopefully, this excitent will remain until then."

Dropping his hand at the last curtain, he watched the empty room, arriving at the large setee that revived the fading smile on his countenance.

A bewildered Lady, seemingly stunned at the misinterpreted word.

’... "Embrace"...’

"Haaaaah... Haha... Oh, My Lady... Should I have not corrected your perceptions?... Such need truly exists within ... And it burns strongly every ti my gaze finds you."

Struggling the passion, his hand covered part of his desireful expression. The shade of his eyes was cruised by the sheen of his emotions. Pinkish auroras mirrored on the violet lakes concealing an unasurable deepness... Lakes containing his affection.

"... But... Although I desire it crazily..... I could still wait an eternity if it gifts this fascinating thrill."

’... Such a pure reaction was... Lovely.....’

His fingers synchronised with his ponder and with the clear image of her blush, they reached his edges, illusioned to bite the cherry hers were.

However... A detail erged to be added to what he wished to learn.

"If such a mistake occurred... Then... My Lady..."

’She knows... My Lady knows what the real embrace I crave entails.’