Terror coursed through Elena as she felt a strange sensation take hold of her body. The fear was a tumultuous storm – a primal urge to flee warring with an unfamiliar but thrilling yearning to experience more.
A voice slithered into her ear, hot and possessive. “Haa, Elena, surrender. Give yourself entirely to me. No one can claim you like I can.”
Kennard groaned, then his lips were on hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue, insistent and bold, explored the depths of her mouth.
Elena, caught in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, wrapped her arms around his neck, a muffled whimper escaping her throat.
Kennard’s relentless tongue seemed to leave no corner of her mouth unexplored. Whenever she dared to retreat, his own tongue would chase and entwine with hers, a dance of dominance and exploration.
“Your Grace…” A strangled cry, half plea, half protest, died on Elena’s lips as she snatched back a gasp of air.
His hand splayed across her bre*st, the large palm encompassing and kneading it with a startling mixture of force and tenderness. It was a shocking intimacy; even Kyura, witnessing her in the most vulnerable moments, had never breached this boundary. To imagine Kennard, of all people, exploring this private territory sent a jolt of arousal mixed with a flicker of shame through her.
“I told you to gain some weight,” Kennard murmured, a faint smile playing on his lips as he brushed his mouth against hers. “Though, it seems only your bre*sts and buttocks have benefited.”
His grip tightened on her bre*st as he simultaneously spread his fingers wide, capturing the swell of her buttocks. He pressed himself closer, his touch firm yet deliberate.
“Ngh, Your Grace!” Elena moa*ed, a tremor running through her body. A warmth bloomed within her, spreading outward.
Kennard continued his ministrations, his hand cupping and caressing her bre*st, the thin chemise bunching beneath his touch. The rustle of fabric mingled with their escalating moa*s, a symphony of intimacy.
“They’ve gotten firmer,” he noted, his palm rolling over her erect n*pple before a playful tug and flick of his fingers.
“Oh, Your Grace… That feels… different. Please, enough,” Elena gasped. The flimsy chemise did little to hide the intense pleasure Kennard was eliciting.
As if sensing her discomfort with the flimsy barrier, Kennard’s mouth descended, silencing her plea with a kiss as his hand slid down her shoulder. His intent was clear – to remove the chemise.
“No, wait,” Elena pushed him away, clutching the garment to her chest. The wide, plunging neckline offered little security, threatening to reveal everything with the slightest shift. Her usual loose-fitting attire, chosen for comfort due to hidden wounds, became a source of anxiety.
Taking a step back, she held the chemise in place, desperately trying to maintain her modesty. But a gasp escaped her lips when Kennard fully disrobed, revealing a sculpted form unlike anything she’d ever witnessed. It was her first encounter with the unadorned male physique, and it was clear this was no ordinary man.
His physique, large, solid, and imposing, seemed impervious to harm, a fortress unyielding even to a blade. Yet, there was a beauty in its strength. Scars, like a warrior’s map, etched across his body spoke of battles won and vulnerability embraced. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, his gaze on Elena a furnace of raw desire.
“Embarrassed?” he rumbled.
Embarrassed, mortified even, she couldn’t utter the truth. Exposing her own body felt like a transgression, but the scars that marred her flesh were a deeper source of shame. She dreaded his revulsion, a fear that twisted like a serpent in her gut.
But Kennard’s words surprised her. “A flimsy barrier can’t keep us apart.”
He swept his hair back in a rough gesture, then stalked towards her, each deliberate step closing the distance. The musk radiating from him intensified, a heady perfume that stole her senses, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.
Elena swallowed, a dry rasp against the sudden dryness in her throat.
Kennard halted before her, his large hands gently prying hers from their defensive hold. He kissed them both, lingering on the warmth of her skin. He lifted her other hand, pressing his face against her palms, his lips moving in a slow, sensual dance.
