lissa’s lean and curvy body pressed against him, her breasts squished against his chest, her legs dangling.
Reinhardt carried her to the couch and laid her down upon it. Then he pressed her down with his weight and seized her lips in a devouring kiss.
His hands road her body, stripping her of all her clothes and caressing her every curve, every dip.
He kissed her breasts again, sucking and nipping, before his mouth trailed down her stomach.
He parted her legs, finding her vagina already wet and eager for him. That said, he didn’t enter her imdiately. Instead, he tasted her, his tongue delving into her folds, lapping at her arousal, teasing her clit until she cried out.
"Uhhn... Mmmn... Nnng... so good" lissa’s hands clutched his hair, squirming and writhing on the couch.
Seeing that she was ready to take him in, he positioned himself between her thighs, and with a single, powerful thrust, he entered her.
The connection was deep, imdiate and a perfect fit. lissa’s inside clenched around him in a way that it seed like it was made for him.
Once fully buried, Reinhardt began to move, his hips driving into her with a rhythm that wanted to both explore her and drown her in pleasure.
lissa matched his pace, moving her hips to et each thrust, accommodating all of him inside her.
"Anng... Ahhn... Oooh... Yess.. shhh" Her moans were a song of pleasure.
And just like that, the two lost themselves in heat, in the sanctuary of the secret room where there was no one to disturb them.
For a while, the looming war, the world outside... everything disappeared. At this mont, there was only this: the slap of skin, the wet, rhythmic sounds of their joining, the gasp and groan of shared ecstasy.
.
The sun blazed away high in the sky.
Outside the mansion, a carriage arrived at the front gates.
When the carriage door was swung open, the occupant inside could finally be seen.
Dressed in gaudy robes and luxury, the one to step out was none other than Marquis Boulevard.
After stepping out, he looked around and was soon noticed by the servants of the mansion.
He was admitted by the mansion’s steward, who directed him to Reinhardt’s private office wing.
Boulevard walked through the grand halls and soon reached the place. Once in front of the office, he knocked firmly and waited outside patiently.
Since his visit this ti was sudden and he did not inform the other party, he could only knock on the office door like this.
However, as ti passed by, there was still no answer. Boulevard waited and then knocked again, louder this ti.
Still no answer.
He frowned. It was mid-morning; Reinhardt should be at his desk. Perhaps he was in a eting elsewhere?
Reinhardt was not only a noble, but the commander of one of the Seven Great Orders of Solaris too. It was only natural for the man to be busy.
Boulevard decided to wait. He stood by the door, listening to the quiet hum of the mansion. After a long while, he heard sothing.
A faint, indistinct noise from within the office. It wasn’t a voice, not clearly. It was a... sound. A muffled cry, perhaps? A gasp?
He couldn’t place it, but it was human, and it ca from inside.
What was that sound? Why did the voice sound so familiar?
His concern mixed with a spike of curiosity as he knocked again. Maybe the occupants inside heard him, or maybe his knocking was just louder, but after a full minute of hurried rustling noise, a voice called out from inside.
"Co in".
Boulevard opened the door and stepped inside.
Inside the office, Reinhardt sat in his chair, looking all composed. Though since he had to get dressed in a hurry, his golden hair was slightly ssy.
Beside him stood lissa, arranging so papers near his desk. She was fully dressed, her jacket buttoned, her skirt straight. She looked... professional.
Looking at them, unless one had eyes for details, they wouldn’t be able to notice the carnal fiasco the two were engaged in just monts ago before Boulevard’s arrival.
Obviously, the Marquis was not such a man. Be that as it may, no matter how dumb he was, he could still feel that sothing was different.
Especially his wife, he caught the slight changes in her deanour. Her skin held a glow, a warmth that wasn’t just from the sunlight.
Her eyes, when they looked at Reinhardt, held a depth that seed to hold hidden anings.
And then there was her movent, which was previously efficient and crisp, now seed languid and sensual. Even while just standing there and tucking her hair behind her ear, she seed so sexy and beautiful.
Boulevard also noticed the scent in the air. Though not overt, it was still there.
Faint and musky, it lingered beneath the sll of paper and tea and made him uneasy for so reason.
But before he could think further, the other party spoke.
"Marquis Boulevard," Reinhardt rose from his chair. "What a surprise. I was not inford of your visit."
Boulevard nodded, his mind still processing the odd atmosphere.
"My apologies, Lord Reinhardt. The matter was urgent. Thus, my sudden visit. I was tasked by the Queen to hand you sothing and inform you about the upcoming summit..."
In the middle of his sentence, he trailed off, his gaze unwittingly shifted towards lissa who had a faint flush on her face.
Noticing his gaze, she smiled warmly at him. That smile which he had seen many tis before, seed very different from before.
It was more expressive and should he say seductive? In any case, it felt different.
There was a serenity in her expression, a satisfaction that seed to have arisen from sothing other than contentnt with her work.
He couldn’t help but feel that she looked fulfilled.
And her posture... the confident way she stood near Reinhardt’s, that unconscious sway of her hips, and that looseness in her guard, it spoke of a level of intimacy that deeply unsettled Boulevard.
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