The silence hung between them for a moment before Briana's voice, filled with audacity, broke it. "I see. Then, shall we become lovers?"
Gavriel's eyes widened in response to her question, taken aback by her boldness. Briana's arms wound around his neck, pulling him close, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. He surrendered to the moment, savoring the sensation of her lips against his own. As the intensity grew, her body pressed closer to his, the weight of her presence consuming him. He abruptly broke away, his breath uneven as he gazed into her eyes, still feeling the lingering touch of their kisses. The setting sun cast a dim light over them, and the air held a hint of humidity.
Confusion clouded his expression as he questioned, "What are you doing?" His voice carried the breathlessness from their kisses, the mix of emotions making his thoughts a whirlwind. The cool wind brushed against him, causing a shiver to run down his spine.
Briana's frown contrasted with the heat on her cheeks, her seriousness evident. "My mother isn't at home, my father's engrossed in his work, my brother and Eveloria are absent, and the servants rarely come here to clean," she explained, gesturing towards the neglected library they stood in. The corners of her lips tugged up again, and she stepped closer, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear.
"We can have this place all to ourselves." Her words lingered as she gently bit his bottom lip, eliciting a shudder from Gavriel. Her moan only heightened his senses as he responded by tugging on the skin beneath her ear. She pressed against him, the heat of their proximity electrifying.
Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath sending shivers down his spine. "Do it properly this time," she whispered, her voice laden with desire.
"Do what you need to do to please me." Her hips moved against his, their bodies synced in a tantalizing rhythm. His grip on her waist tightened as he drew her nearer, her invitation too compelling to resist.
"Make me want you again," she breathed, sealing her plea with a deep kiss. Gavriel allowed himself to be consumed by the fervor of the moment, their bodies pressed against each other, the fabric of her dress riding up to reveal her bare skin. His fingers traced her waist and hips, igniting a shivery response from her. The urge to give in to his primal instincts surged, but the reality of their surroundings reined him in. Briana looked up at him, a mix of longing and expectation in her eyes.
"Make me yours," she entreated, her lips seeking his once more.
He knew his desires, but the constraints of their circumstances weighed heavily. The presence of Briana's father in the house rendered his intentions impossible for the moment.
"I really can't hold back anymore, Lady Briana. This is your fault so don't regret it later." He said as he grabbed unto her waist and pulled her towards him. Briana gasped and he buried himself in her folds. He took her hardening nub inside of his mouth.
She moaned at the feeling of him stretching her with a firm press of his tongue. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as his other hand gripped her lower back.
He carried and made her lay on one of the tables in the library .
" I will do this as quick as possible." He said as he pulled out his shaft. Briana nodded, her expression dazed. He removed her underwear, spread her legs open wide and positioned himself and thrust deep inside immediately despite her being tight down there.
Briana gasped as he entered her, her arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly. He pushed himself deeper inside her until he reached the hilt and Briana cried out, " It hurts."
He paused for a brief second and watched her reaction, before pushing himself faster inside her.
He felt her hot wetness soaking through the material of his trousers, His hips thrust up in time with his rhythm and he began to move faster than he had ever moved before. The pleasure pulsed through him at her cries as she pushed against him and he continued the relentless grind against her.
After several long minutes spent thrusting into her, they were both about to reach the end of their tether and her breathing came out in short gasps. When he finally felt her release, he stopped moving. Gripping her hips, he pulled out of her and thought, ' I almost came, no lady has had this kind of effect on me . '
He released a soft sigh, his gaze lowering to meet hers. A faint, tender smile danced upon her lips, and he couldn't help but notice the endearing way her nose slightly scrunched as she smiled.
"Are you satisfied now?" he inquired softly, his fingers gently sweeping aside a few loose strands of hair from her face. Her eyes fluttered shut, a soft chuckle escaping her lips before she answered, "Yes."
"I'll take my leave then." He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before slowly pulling away. With a composed demeanor, he adjusted his attire, turned, and made his way out of the library.
As he departed, she couldn't help but feel a surge of elation. 'Finally, he's mine,' she mused internally, a fond smile gracing her lips as she watched his retreating figure.
***
After a span of a few days, the highly anticipated Grand Debutante Ball had finally arrived.
The opulent ballroom was teeming with nobles hailing from every corner of Sabres Kingdom. Men and women alike graced the event in a dazzling array of dresses and suits, each outfit a reflection of personal taste. While some flaunted extravagant ensembles adorned with precious jewels, others chose a more understated elegance, favoring simplicity over ostentation. The ballroom itself was transformed into a breathtaking spectacle, illuminated by the warm glow of countless candles. The chandeliers overhead shimmered, casting a luminous aura upon the polished marble floor below. Between each radiant candle stood delicate flower arrangements, adorned with vibrant bows that added splashes of color to the elegant setting. The ambiance exuded an air of refinement and lavishness, an enchanting scene designed to be appreciated by all who graced its presence.
" Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests and noble peers, may I have your attention, please? We are honored to announce the arrival of our gracious monarchs, His Majesty King [Cedric Goldcrest], Her Majesty Queen [Rowena Goldcrest], and their beloved son, Crown Prince [Alistair Goldcrest]. Let us all offer our warmest welcome to their Majesties. Your presence graces us with great joy and honor on this splendid evening of celebration." The voice of the announcer reached everyone in the grand hall , a hushed anticipation falls over the assembled nobles. The rustle of silk and the murmur of conversations cease as all eyes turn towards the entrance. Whispers of admiration and soft gasps of awe ripple through the crowd. With elegant bows, the nobles express their deference to the monarchs and their heir.