[Warning: Explicit Sexual Content Ahead]
In between their deep kisses, Eros lifted the hem of her dress and began to caress her bare skin. From her thighs, up to the curve of her waist, into her plump breasts. His thumb easily buries itself into her soft, supple skin, even deeper into the protrusion on her chest.
His palm burns her skin at every touch and leaves an electric sensation throughout her body. She could feel his thumb slowly reaching for her erect nipple. Eros, upon discovering how hardened it has become before even touching it directly, realizes that her body reacts as he wishes it to.
She's liking it.
Despite her succumbing to his hypnosis, Lucille attempted to protest, but Eros deepened the kiss even more, placing a hand at the back of her head to secure her. Her arms were weakened by how his other hand was playing with her sensitive nipples.
She couldn't resist him, both physically and mentally. After all, these sensations are foreign to her.
At a loss for air, Eros himself pulled away but maintained an inch of distance from her face. They could sense each other's breath as they heavily exhaled.
Her face was facing down, so Eros held her chin and forced her to face him.
"My eyes are up here, lady. I want you to focus on me."
"Mister Lucas, we can't go on like this, Anne might . . ."
He chuckled; her eyebrows furrowed at his response.
"Is that the only thing you're worried about? Did you ever think of your fiancée while we're at it? That you're an engaged woman?"
Eros left her speechless. Perhaps it was true, he thought. He knew what he did was letting his real character escape, but it seems to have given her an internal conflict.
Even so, a part of him was upset about it; he couldn't stop thinking about that mysterious man.
'Do you feel the same way whenever you're with him?' he thought.
The maid herself dismissed that rumor, but he couldn't help but feel resentful.
Lucille's eyes glimmered with tears as she gave off a weak smile. "I . . I'm not suited for him, am I?"
He could no longer discern the sincerity of his guilt. With all these acts he's putting up, it became difficult for him to distinguish how Lucas and Eros would feel. How should they react? Whose feelings do this and that belong to?
As much as he did not want his confusion to slide, he grabbed her and tightly wrapped his arms around her.
"I apologize for what I just said, my lady. I just . . it's just that . . I envy his highness. You're his to begin with, while I'm merely . . this way."
His deceitful words were a direct hit to her fragile heart.
"Mister Lucas . . ." she murmured. "Please don't underestimate yourself like that."
Eros grinned. Judging from her voice, it seems his plan is working.
He pulled away from that embrace and plastered on his fraudulent mask once more.
"Then would you accept me as I am?"
It sounded like a challenge to her but, at the same time, a confession of love.
"Mister Lucas, my hand is already promised to someone else."
"You weren't answering my question at all, my lady."
Lucille pressed her eyes together and spoke,
"I never felt romantic attraction before. I made myself think the Prince's words were enough to make me fall for him. Until you came. You showed me how it feels like to be cherished, Mister Lucas. I don't know but . . I find it upsetting to be reminded that you're only doing all these as part of your job. I don't know anymore. . I'd seek your presence whenever y you're not around, be conscious of my own appearance and actions, and . . ." she placed a hand on her chest. " . . . this pounds heavily whenever I think of you."
The flustered lady turned her head sideways, but Eros caught her and made her look at him again.
"Lady Lucille . . to have my feelings reciprocated, how can I possibly let you go?"
Once again, he went for her lips and kissed her. This time, she did not even dare resist it.
"Open your mouth a little," Eros whispered.
As she did, Eros slipped his tongue inside and played with hers. She had a brief moment of surprise, but was quick to return it and even hang her arms around him.
Eros closed the gap between them by lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist while they were still on the floor.
A thread of saliva bridged their tongues as they pulled away. With their eyes still locked on each other, Eros lowered his head and started to kiss her neck. He licked and sucked her skin down to her chest.
With his chin pulling her dress down, the strap of her night gown began to fall, revealing her bare breasts.
Lucille started to feel anxious, but before she could even act, Eros started to fondle her nipples with his right hand while his mouth played with the other.
He pressed and encircled it using his tongue, and he even bit it gently out of extreme thrill.
She was taken by surprise, but all she could do was moan out of intense pleasure.
"Ah, ugh, M-Mister Lucas, that's . . ah!"
Hearing her moan that name disappoints him, but what else can he do?
It wasn't that adequate to turn him off anyway.
He only needs to feel her; even the mere sight of her turns him on.
After those nights he spent fantasizing about her while touching himself, she's finally within his grasp. Her naked body, her soft and loud moans, the erotic face she makes—everything is just as perfect as he desires it to be.
As soon as he felt satisfied with it, he carried her and let her sit on the bed.
He stared directly into her eyes while pulling down her undergarment below. Once undone, he pinned herself down on the bed and kissed her. As he did so, his hands slowly traveled down and he inserted his hand between her thighs.
What he just did seemed to tickle her, making her raise her leg a little, thus parting her legs. Eros took this as a chance to touch her womanhood.
"Ah! M-Mister Lucas, what are you — hmm!"
Just a single stroke on her clitoris was enough to divert her attention.
His strokes continued at a faster rate, and the wetness of her opening helped him move more swiftly.
Finding her opening wet and smooth enough, he inserted his middle finger in.
Lucille started to breathe more heavily and pressed her eyes shut as she felt something slide inside, accompanied by a transient, sharp pain.