That was a fair remark. When it came to sex, did day or night matter? She was profoundly convinced and agreed with him from the bottom of her heart.
âNo, wait. Nowâs not the time!â
Elysee quickly found another excuse.
âIâm a little tired and want to rest⦠.â
âDonât worry. Iâll be gentle and wonât overdo it.â
Instead of letting go of Elyseeâs wrist, he gathered her ankle.
âWell, then Iâll go wash up first!â
His movement stopped. She said this because she wanted to avoid him, and it seemed to work.
âAh. But if I only go to the bathroom, Lucas wonât be able to escape. What should I do?â
Elysée, twisted her hair added in a hesitant voice.
âIf you donât want to wait, letâsâ¦. Would you like to go wash up too?â
Without letting her ankle go, Blake stared down at Elysee silently. She didnât know what the hell he was thinking.
Something suddenly came into Elyseeâs vision as she was anxiously waiting for his answer.
âOh⦠!â
His pants was literally taut as if bursting with tension.
Elysee realized. She just pressed the wrong button on her.
âWhy donât we wash together?â
It was too late to regret.
His deep blue eyes were overflowing with desires absent of reason, saying, âI canât wait, letâs do it now.â
âUh, Iâm crazy.â
She was trying to get out of this lure and instead ended up being provocative.
âHaaaa, wife.â
Clank, clank.
Eliseâs shoes, which had been removed, fell to the floor one after another. He grabbed her ankles, and her pulled down to the edge of the bed.
âOh⦠!â
âItâs a good idea to wash up together, but now Iâm a bitâ¦. Itâs hard to bear.â
Now Elysee upper body down was on the bed. Even if she tried to raise her body, it was impossible because her both ankles were held up by him.
âLet me go, Your Grace⦠.â
Under her flipped dress and petticoat, her slender legs wrapped in white tights were revealed.
âOf course, I will.â
He got off the bed and knelt on the floor with one knee up and one knee down.
âYour Grace⦠?â
âYouâre not looking under the bed, are you?â
If he lowered himself a little more, he would find Lucas under the bed. As soon as the surprised Elysee tried to raise her body, his lips touch the inside of her ankles.
The hot breath warmed her flesh.
âHuh⦠.â
He keenly awakened her senses with a seductive light caress. He watched into her pale purple eyes and rubbed his lips against her skin.
Elyséeâs eyes turned red at his blatant gaze and a strange kiss.
His kiss, which started from her ankles, continued through her calves to her innermost thighs.
Her body, remembering the pleasures given by Blake last night, began to prepare to accept him on its own. The inside of her stomach became hot, and the milk was oozing out little by little.
âWhen this⦠noâ¦.really⦠.â
Elysee closed her eyes tightly. Finally, his lips touched her most intimate place. He licked up a thin cloth that was already wet very slowly.
âAh⦠!â
His head was bowed down between her legs, and a moan leaked out of Elyseeâs mouth.
âYour Grace, stop⦠.â
âI want to taste everything. Would you please spread your legs more?â
His low rough breath gave her titillating goosebumps. It was a request, but she couldnât refuse. Unlike his affectionate appearance so far, he now felt very dangerous.
Hesitantly, she spread her legs, and he laughed low.
âGood job.â
He put his hand around her pelvis and broke the tie holding up her underwear. The damp cloth was peeled off her pussy, and sticky transparent threads shined in the light.
âYou look so pretty wet.â
Elysee wasnât naive enough to blush her face at this degree of conduct and this degree of speech. She knew she was.
But now, her face and body were aflame.
âUh, this guy is so hot⦠!â
Now, in Elyseeâs head, there are no more upper world agents hiding under her bed.
Every time his red tongue licked up between the thick crevices of her petals, the depths of her stomach flinched, twitched, and tightened. She spent the night with several men while working as an actor, but no one has ever sucked her down so carefully and hard at the same time.
âYou donât know. He might have done it like this.â
That man who hadnât expressed anything for her for a long time, but finally slammed her in the back of her headâa man who was her lifelong fellow and rival. Elysee didnât know what it would have been like if she had shared a bed with him. His eyes that she had met at her last moments were so crazy.
âIt looks a little swollen. Did it hurt last night?â
Elysee looked into his deep blue eyes. Just as when he bit her neck, he had a faint feeling of guilt.
â⦠It was tolerable.â
Elysee replied, barely choosing to breathe.
âIâm sorry. I donât have experience with womenâ¦. I didnât know.â
His usually sharp eyes droop down slightly.
âBecause of me⦠. My wifeâs place, like this⦠.â
âShould I just say it hurts a lot? I think heâll quit if I do well.â
Thinking so, as soon as Elise tried to close her knees, his hands pressed her thighs.
Thinking so, the moment Elysée tried to close her knee, his hand squeezed her thigh.
âI canât leave you like this.â
â⦠Yes?â
It felt like she said the wrong thing again.
âI will soothe you.â
âNow, wait⦠.â
His tongue burrowed into her flesh.