For a mont... Marianne chuckled within at the irony, thinking of the ti a disagreeable sibling did the sa with her in a forceful dance. However, the sensation of it all at this mont ward her everything up... for so different an effect it had when the partner was desired.
’Haha... it’s nice...’ — She thought while the hands of the man brought her gently closer while Zeleskiaz leaned his cheek on the crown of the woman he could not et eye to.. given the race his heart was experiencing and she lovingly listened to.
’Mmm... fuh... my love...’ — Relishing on the sweet essence of the beloved, Zeleskiaz’s soul fluttered to the sensations. Thinking of the lyrics in another language he had recognised from a forbidden sight. Rephrasing them consequently to his current beliefs. — ’I’m always missing you... your gaze, even your slight touch... this song... It is more than a delight to be here with you... for being without you is my greatest sadness and torture... My Lady... My Marianne...’
"This lody... I dare say it is a caress of sound, my Lady..."
His hands, lost in the daydream of their lovely solitude in a dance, comnced to carefully caress the feminine body, slowly tangling his fingers with the stream of hair, as they wished to hold the visage of the woman to appreciate the magnificence she hid.
"...mh...-" — Marianne’s singing halted to the touch. Timid, as the graze of his touch lit more blush upon her skin. Finally eting his entranced gaze that looked as dazed as hers was to the ambience.
"Your song... lulls into senseless wishes, my Lady..."
"..."
’And yet... There is no right I own over your loveliness, Marianne...’ — Zeleskiaz, lost in the tasteful lips before him, thought after his in-love whispers left him out of breath. Aiming to win at least the temporal right to devour such flesh venturing with the inquire he would never deprive himself from being asked. — "Oh... may I request..."
*Gulp...* — ’Yes... whatever it is...’
"Make myself rightful for a mont... solely for a mont..."
"..."
"... A mont is all I request from your kindness, My Lady..."
Marianne’s gaze t his troubled one after the words were said.
The child’s understanding of the circumstances made so of the magic dissipate for he was still ignorant... that no need of a request was required... that solely a mont... was not what he should request.
Hence, in the mont their gazes t, it was Marianne’s body that moved, kissing him lightly while holding in a loving caress the cheek of the overwheld man.
’I hope... these are the rights you wanted...’ — She told the prince while grazing him further. Being reciprocated with complex intensity from the man.
’My Lady~ sweet flower of love...’ — Leaning, his lips grazed stronger against hers, sealing them together as he prayed for the mont to last an eternity. — ’This taste and feeling... I am to seek it for life...’
"m...ph..."
"?! If I... huff... If I trespass your limits... do stop , Lady Marianne." — Taking a second to puff this feverish warning, Zeleskiaz squeezed her against him even after realising his lack of control. Holding her head as if contradicting said intentions while in a heated consideration, the Crown Prince only troubled her further with drowsy whispers. — "How I handled you last ti at your chambers... I am not to repeat it..."
’!? Hngh... Why would you ntion that now...’
"... so selfishly so... *smooch*... I promise... mph~"
Troubled by the heat, Marianne did stop him. Although from telling more so his cautiousness would not harm the desire of their skin.
The delicate hand of the lady shut any other word with the seal of her dainty edges. And it was pure bliss for the agitated Prince, for his soul could not cope with the emotions that could have been told if not for her lips.
’Love... my love...!’ — Slowly enjoying the grazes, Zeleskiaz drifted deeper into enchantnt. Biting the flesh deliciously tender to his taste to make sure no dream was misleading his reality. — ’If only I could have these caresses without need of permission...’
"Nh..."
"... Lady..."
’Your agreent is already a wonder...’ — Dazed by the woman’s scent drugging him tenderly, Zeleskiaz lightly kissed the beauty, delicately, as if to not break her. Stroking the finesse of Marianne’s visage while picturing a yearning. — ’Nonetheless... when will it be... that these feelings I dedicate to you may be confessed...?’
"Fh... my Lady... ti to breathe I am to grant... *peck*, therefore, let the mont last... *smooch* I beg of you..." — Seeing the heated daze of the woman, Zeleskiaz whispered lovingly. Kissing the cheek and chin so so air could aid her, even though the lady herself searched for his edges to continue breathless.
’No...’ — Lost in the caresses that reached her neck, Marianne weakly requested inside. Troubled by the petitions he kept on letting out to her yearnful heart. — ’Why... why does it have to be a mont...?’
The hand that usually should have pushed him away solely traced the chest of the Prince who was reluctant to separate. Laying lastly on the arm that held onto her waist so no space was allowed between them.
Hyacinth turning into rosy hues t the brilliant grey of the lady for a split second, and as if synchronised, their noses grazed with the other’s in tempting... gasping touch... being his intent of a bite that brought their lips together once more, in a superficial affection both desired to deepen.
"... I am beyond help, my Lady..." — He then sighed frustrated while his forehead leaned on hers. Tracing with the tip of his fingers, the length of her alluring neck, to then lightly touch the dress framing her lovely cleavage. — "As a man... I find myself falling into madness whenever you are far... and yet it is a greater madness the one I experience once having you near... like this... just like this..."
’Mnnh... Don’t say anymore...’
"What are we to do...?"
’... I don’t know...’
"I fear the mont madness wins over my human patience... my lady..." — Breathing her dazzling scent, the breathless man told the dazed woman. — "This much restraint I am keeping to honour you as well as I am able to... and yet... I know it will not care for the rights I do not have if such a mont does arrive..."
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