'What?'
What did she want her to do?
Because of the previous kissing, her brain was oxygen-deprived. Her brain was sluggish. Amber was also afraid that he would take her to the salon and have her there, so she opened her mouth and held out her tongue.
The moment she did, Ernest's lips caught her tongue. As he sucked and entwined her tongue with his, a sweet paralysis swept through her body. Amber was shaken by the sensation and wanted to push him away, but Ernest grabbed both her wrists in his hand.
It seemed that Ernest wanted to taste her tongue without any resistance. When she thought that he was going to meet her tongue with his heated one, he sweetly nibbled on her. (Zuben: This is not a turn-on) Amber felt like her brain was about to disintegrate. Soon, because of the lack of oxygen, Amber was exhausted. Ernest pulled back satisfied, releasing her tongue noisily.
'You're so sweet, not just your lips but your tongue tastes like honey.' he said with such joy in his sexy face. He looked like he had made a discovery. His expression caused gave Amber a lusty blow causing an ache within her. Even the resistance she initially had because of the love potion was blown away. Amber stared in blank surprise as he pulled open her dress.
'Please don't…' she protested weakly, as he opened her corset to reveal her breasts. She tried to cover her body, but Ernest was holding her wrists. Because of that, her violet eyes moistened with tears for the first time that night.
'Please don't look at me...please.'
It was awful. Her voice trembled but she could not help it; she didn't want him to look at her breasts. She was about to cry. But Ernest stared at her humble breasts as though he wanted to burn a hole in there. Amber bit her lips in mortification.
'Do you not want me to see you naked?'
'I don't'
'Why?'
'Why. Why…?' Amber was stunned at the question. He should understand without asking. Even if she used the best corset, rich full breasts that jiggle would not appear. Unlike, Leticia with her soft, full, feminine body, these small breasts that lose to even ladies younger than she, was miserable enough.
Oh why…(Zuben: Oh why am I such a pitiful soul)
His mind should be crazed with lust from the love potion, but he was staring at her body calmly. If she had given the potion to Nicholas Selma, he was supposed to take her body without any thought to look closely at it. It should be the same even though the man was different. Although he was under the effect of the love potion, there was clarity in his golden eyes - Amber had unintentionally forgotten that he was the King.
Ernest chuckled and licked his lips, looking like a hungry carnivorous animal looking at his prey.
'Apparently, you don't know much about men, do you?'
'What does that mean…?' He was being impossible to understand.
Ernest's hot breath tickled the skin of her chest.
'Big breasts are not everything…' he said as he took a breast in his mouth. As he sucked on her skin, a deep pain shot through her.
What was he doing? What did Ernest like…? She wanted to ask, but he sucked on her skin harder,
'Oh!' she cried, as the pain grew and then his thick tongue licked the area. A strange sensation grew within her making a high-pitch sound emerge from her throat.
'Your skin is so pale-Hmm, it became a pretty color.' Ernest said staring happily at her. His voice was full of joy, and Amber again grew in awe of the love potion.
Ernest who did not as women had vanished. While the fever slowly began to dominate her body, Amber blankly stared at Ernest on top of her.
'This is proof you are mine now.' he said. He noticed Amber' gaze and smiled at her like he was relieved.
'Ernest, I am…'
'Shall we go back to the ball?'
She was not his.
He was a man that should not be hers, Amber wanted to say with her left-over logic, but he threatened her again. She hurriedly kept quiet. Ernest chuckled. He had a teasing look in his eyes as he asked an indelicate question,
'Is it because they are small?'
What kind of question was this? They were small, Amber' indignation was raised. Ernest leaned close so his lips were kissing her eyes as he said,
'For me, this size is just right.'
Amber blinked in surprise. Her expression softened as Ernest looked at her chest with a gaze full of love, 'I can feel everything you have with my hand. It's more reassuring than bigger breasts. These are just right for me.'
She disliked her small breasts. She had always been ashamed of them. When she realized the difference between her and Leticia, she had become miserable (Zuben: Ah Amber, the misery never ends). Even so, Ernest had said he preferred hers. He did not mind her work; he did not mind how she lived. Even though she knew it was because of the love potion, she felt as though the knot in her chest crumbled and broke down.
'But since it is a worry of my beloved wife,' Ernest gave her a grin. Amber' sixth sense prickled at his smile, it looked like he was plotting something nefarious, 'Since it bothers you, there is something I can do.'
She wondered what he meant.
He gave a gentle smile at her confused expression, and then untied the ribbons of her corset. Once her skin was exposed, he released her wrists and reached for her modest twin mounds.