With the servants gone and we are finally alone in the room, Cornelius reaches towards me. I flinch, memories of our first night come flooding to my brain.
"Cornelius, we can't," I complain, moving away from him. "You are too rough."
"I will be more gentle this time," he whispers.
"But my muscles are still sore," I say, pushing at his face as he leans down on me.
"I promise, Lyr. I will focus on your pleasure tonight. I want you to enjoy yourself while being with me."
"But..."
"Please?"
I purse my lips and look away. "Okay, but don't be too rough this time."
"Got it," he answers. I can even hear a smile in his voice.
He starts unbuttoning my dress. As he does, he kisses my neck gently, taking his time and exploring my body. This time, his kisses are really soft and gentle. And as the dress bunches around my waist, he kisses my shoulders, his tongue tracing patterns on my skin.
