You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 39

If it weren’t for the high-quality senses the Crown Prince developed on a strike of hunger, the nearly inaudible voice would have never reached his ears.

Although he could not keep track of the whole song, it was certainly a mouthpiece with some unfamiliar intonation.

The voice he could not hear after the dance resulted to be as mellow and pure as a serene forest lake. Yet... the creaking branches of such forest...disrupted the melodic sound.

As if he was drawn to it, Zeleskiaz stepped outside, pushing aside the curtain that concealed his presence.

He only got to take two strides.

The Lady was now looking at him...

Twisting slightly her upper body to see better, her head was almost on top of her shoulder and her curves became more evident as she turned. She stared at him for a second, going from his feet upwards, quickening his heartbeat as he was scanned slowly by her gaze.

Then... Her sight arrived at his upper body and finally... Their eyes met.

As soon as their sights connected, a dazzling smile, one prettier than his previous illusion, was drawn over her always blank expression.

Yet, the Young Lady spun back to where she was looking before, and, in an even lower voice, continued her song.

After seeing what he desired so desperately this easily, Zeleskiaz was ecstatic at her indifference. The Prince had been drowning in anticipation, craving to behold such an ethereal portrayal... that even her apathy to how he struggled... made him tremble in amusement.

Nonetheless, this was not enough to satiate the ferocious starving he had restrained for so long.

On the contrary... it only seemed to escalate further.

Licking his rosy lips in anticipation, he walked to her side, eyes fixated on her figure. Nothing else was of interest to him, so he brazenly stood next to her with little to no distance between them, extending his arm to place it on the railing.

This last gesture... was intended to seal an escape route for his prey.

The Crown Prince wasn’t willing to let her leave his eyesight in the slightest.

She gazed at him in response.

Tilting back her head to look him in the eyes, the Lady puffed her cheeks and gave him an envious gaze as she released a quick sigh.

The Crown Prince, immersed in a daydream, observed the naive Lady for a long time... As an extremely unfamiliar eagerness was creeping up inside him... Making his fingers fidget impatiently to do something.

Something...

’... What..... do I want to... do with this woman...?’

Heat began to sparse from his chest to his whole body at this dangerous doubt.

An unknown desire, an unknown woman, the heat, her beauty... the never decreasing thirst... all of it had his mind in a severe turmoil.

Her red-tinted lips had him on edge. Plump shaped and moist by the wine... were seducing him without him knowing. His sharp stare, caused the Lady to shy away and her fair skin became slightly rosy coloured as she averted her fluttering eyes.

The entranced Prince could no longer withstand her mystical existence that exceeds the grace of the northern lights.

As if by reflex, he embraced her delicate body in his thick and strong arms.

Devoid of any intention of letting her go, his arm clasped her by the waist... Soft to the touch, the slim body exuded warmth.

A portion of her delicate neck connecting to the back of her head grazed with the palm of his big hand as the silky combed hair tangled in a dance with his long and rough fingers.

She was now in his hands. The proximity of their bodies only became non-existent once he made her body come closer to his own.

Zeleskiaz wanted to feel her body against his... The heat emanating from her, as well as the sensation of his hands on her body, drove him crazy... And so... Her visage, covered by the mask, was now so close that... he did not hesitate.

Those plump lips were now a rare dessert he had to taste at any cost.

As his lips parted in a mouthful, he filled his lungs to put a restraint on his beating heart. Engulfing the red-tinted lips, a sensation he had never experienced before, took control over his body.

Sucking on her lips... his mind became dizzy with the heat and sucked on them once more, savouring their taste of mild wine. Pressing his body against hers, her round soft breasts were now against his chest. Wanting to feel their shape buried into him, he moved, rubbing himself on her... Such lovely body, concealed under the clothes... he couldn’t help but to want to feel her bare skin as her heartbeat was mixing with his in a rumbling dance.

Zeleskiaz licked her still lips with his moist tongue, tracing the line where they closed. Her response was extremely alluring. The shy trembling of her body and her bony hands clenching his clothes... made him want to get even closer.

A desire to fuse with her...

His hand moved down to her hip and buried his fingers in her soft dress.

Wanting to feel the skin placed under it, his hand gripped her side in desperation and moved the other through her jaw, placing his fingertips on her little and flushed ears.

The thumb of his hand, as if it had a will of its own, went to her lower lip, interrupting the touch between their lips.

Nonetheless, he did not withdraw the closeness.

His upper lip brushed with hers, transmitting an electrifying thrill through the faint touch.

Seeing that his thumb unlocked the Lady’s lips, their breaths mixed.

His tongue went directly into the gap and began to lick her insides without leaving a place untouched.

Zeleskiaz could taste the alcohol.

Intoxicated by her taste, he became more brazen and without a break, he kept exploring, tangling his tongue with hers.

Unwillingly, he had to stop for a second, noticing she was having a hard time with his relentless kiss.

Opening his eyelids, a flushed face and eyes that were out of focus met with his... And from her slight gap... Even the breath she exhaled through it was trembling in warmth.

Not knowing if it was because of the same excitement he felt, the uncertainty made him curse on the inside.

’...F*ck..’

With a fierce stare, he moisten his lips and once again devoured her in a passionate kiss.

Stroking her hot cheek and burning ear, he kept on kissing her, exchanging their fluids in a long assault.

Feeling that his heart would explode at any moment by the little sounds she had started to transmit with difficulty, Zeleskiaz battled inwardly not knowing if... he should stop to listen to her seductive groans... Or keep on tasting her delightful lips.

Not able to decide... His body did as it pleased, until... he noticed how the strength left her body.

The lady had unexpectedly passed out.

"..."

Widening his eyes, incredulous at her dismay, the Crown Prince narrowed his eyes in pain while holding her up.

His instincts had calmed down after looking at her smile, However...

’It’s not enough...’

The thirst only increased, and even after trying to satiate it by having his way with her like this... he knew it would never be enough for him to feel truly satisfied.

Supporting her with his body in a hug, The Crown Prince wiped a thread of their mixed fluids from the corner of her mouth.

Trying to control his burning desire, Zeleskiaz buried his face on her neck, right under her ear. Inhaling her intoxicating fragrance, he traced the length of her neck with his pointy nose in a fervent caress.

Aware that they could not stay there any longer, Zeleskiaz carried her in his arms and took her to the room in the Guests Palace in utmost secrecy.

He boarded the carriage with her, and, a few seconds after their bodies were separated, he decided to sit next to her and observe the Lady, who still had the mask on, with an absent expression.

Once at the West Wing, he entered the Guests Palace, taking her once again in his arms to bring her to her chambers. The tenderness of her body touching against his... was surprisingly pleasing. That little amount of time they weren’t touching on the carriage... why it felt so unbearable... was now clarified.

Placing her on the bed, he stared at her sleeping figure and took off the annoying mask covering her features. A peaceful dead expression, nothing like the one displayed when their eyes met on the balcony... was governing her visage.

Before a wish to stay by her side took form... he left the place with a heavy heart.

On his way to the Main Palace, Zeleskiaz began feeling irksome sensations. His mood became more and more irritated while trapped on the carriage.

Barging into his quarters, he took off the mask by throwing it with his brute force. And so, the broken mask made a loud cracking sound when it reached the floor.

Overwhelmed by the heat accumulated inside, he began taking off the stuffing vest. With a loose shirt, he sat on his bed, agitated.

Dilatated pupils on his fierce eyes, divulged his intense desires as he recalled the sensual encounter.

He was desperate. He wanted to relieve his lower discomfort.

With ragged breathing, he gulped down with a dry mouth as he closed his eyes with a painful expression.

Clenching his fists to restrain his urges. He did not take action to calm his naughty member.

Zeleskiaz was well aware that... it would only get worse after he did...

Lying on his bed, sweating in excitement, he brought one arm to cover his closed eyes.

And... Exhaling a long breath...

"...Marianne..."

... Her name was mixed within it...