The night air was cool against her skin, but Emilia felt a warmth spreading inside her that had nothing to do with the candles or the sunset. As they sat there, the city stretching out beneath them, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong about him.
When the girl admired the breathtaking view of the city, the door to the rooftop terrace suddenly opened, revealing two familiar figures. Lady Seraphine and her older sister, Lady Marguerite, the owner of the restaurant met the gaze of the couple who was looking at them.
Lady Seraphine, dressed in a deep emerald gown, stepped forward with a soft smile, clearly delighted by the encounter. Her older sister, Lady Marguerite, exuded a more refined air, her posture regal and composed, as befitting the owner of such a prestigious establishment.
"My, what a surprise," Lady Seraphine greeted warmly, her voice light with amusement. "I didn't expect to see both of you here tonight. What a lovely coincidence."
Emilia exchanged a glance with Alistair, who seemed unfazed by the sudden appearance of the ladies. He rose from his seat, greeting them with a polite nod. "It seems we've chosen the perfect place for the evening," the man said smoothly, his charm undeniable. "Your sister's restaurant is quite remarkable, Lady Seraphine."
Lady Marguerite stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with pride as she spoke. "It's an honor to host such esteemed guests," she said, her voice cultured and measured. "I hope the service has been to your satisfaction. We aim to make every experience here memorable."
Emilia stood up to greet them as well, her hand still lightly brushing against Alistair's. "The restaurant is stunning," the girl said, her tone sincere. "I've never been to a place like this before. The view, the ambiance, it's perfect."
Lady Marguerite smiled gracefully. "I'm pleased to hear that. We pride ourselves on creating an atmosphere that allows our guests to escape the bustle of the city, even for just a few hours." She turned slightly toward her sister. "Seraphine insisted on visiting tonight, though I didn't know we would be graced by royalty."
Lady Seraphine giggled softly, her eyes darting between Emilia and Alistair. "It's fortunate, then, that we decided to drop by. I would've been disappointed to miss this." There was a teasing lilt in her voice, though her smile remained kind.
Alistair raised an eyebrow but smirked in response. "I'm sure we're lucky to have run into you as well."
There was a slight pause, and then Lady Marguerite broke the silence, her voice polite but with an air of finality. "We won't intrude any longer. Please enjoy your dinner. Should you need anything, do not hesitate to let the staff know."
With a final nod, both Lady Seraphine and her sister turned to leave, though not without Seraphine giving Emilia a meaningful glance.
Once they were gone, the girl sat back down, her mind racing. "I didn't expect to run into Lady Seraphine and her sister here," she said quietly, still a bit flustered.
Alistair chuckled, taking his seat again. "It's a small world, especially when it comes to the aristocracy."
Emilia nodded, still distracted by the unexpected encounter. She glanced at Alistair, her thoughts returning to their earlier conversation. "You seemed so calm about it," she remarked, her eyes studying him.
"I've gotten used to it," The man replied with a shrug. "Being in the public eye means running into people you know all the time."
The girl understands the weight of his words all too well. She knows the feeling of constantly walking on thin ice, whether inside or outside the palace walls. While others may envy the royal lifestyle, they long for a more normal existence.
As the dinner ended and the soft glow of the rooftop lanterns dimmed, the air between Emilia and Alistair grew more intimate. The staff had quietly left them alone, leaving the two to enjoy the stunning view of the city lights that stretched far into the horizon. The girl stood at the edge of the terrace, gazing out at the sparkling cityscape, the cool night breeze brushing against her skin.
Alistair approached her from behind, his presence comforting yet electrifying. His arms slowly wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, his lips softly brushing against her bare shoulder. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down Emilia's spine, and she felt her heartbeat quicken.
Without a word, Alistair began to trail kisses along her neck, his breath warm and intoxicating against her skin.
"Have you had too much to drink?" Emilia asked softly, trying to maintain control of the situation, though her voice was already wavering. "Maybe we should go."
But Alistair didn't answer her. Instead, his lips moved up and pressed tender, lingering kisses on her neck, his hands pulling her waist tighter against him. Emilia felt his desire in the way his mouth moved, growing more intense with each kiss.
He nuzzled into her, his lips traveling along the curve of her neck before meeting her lips with a deep, urgent kiss. Emilia's breath hitched as his tongue invaded her mouth, tasting of the rich wine they had shared earlier. She could feel the lingering sweetness of it, mixing with the heat of his passion.
She instinctively kissed him back, though her mind raced, trying to remind herself to stop him.
"Al…" she whispered against his lips between kisses, her voice barely audible. "We should leave now, this isn't…"
But her protests were cut off as Alistair captured her lips again, more forcefully this time. He was relentless, his hand trailing up her waist, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress as he continued kissing her. His hand found its way to her breast, squeezing it gently, and Emilia gasped against his mouth.
He pulled back for a moment, his eyes locking with hers, dark with need. "I want to do it now," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "Everything feels perfect now."
Emilia shook her head slightly, trying to gather her thoughts. "Al, we shouldn't… not here," she protested weakly, though her resolve was rapidly crumbling under his touch.
But Alistair wasn't listening. His hand continued to explore her body, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin beneath her dress. His other hand tangled in her hair, pulling her into another searing kiss.
Emilia could feel herself giving in, the heat between them intensifying with each passing second.
"Please," he whispered against her lips, his voice barely a plea, more of a demand. "I need you… right now."
His words sent a jolt through her, and despite the warning bells going off in her head, she found herself unable to resist him. Her body responded to his touch, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as his hands roamed her skin.
He kissed her neck again, trailing his lips down to her shoulder, his hand slipping further up her dress until it rested on her thigh. "Let me…" he whispered, his voice thick with desire as his hand grazed her bare skin, causing a sharp intake of breath from Emilia.
Her protests melted into soft whimpers as Alistair's touch became more insistent. "Just say yes," he murmured between kisses, his lips hovering near her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Tell me you want this as much as I do."
For a moment, Emilia closed her eyes, surrendering to the feeling, the intensity of his touch. She could feel his need, his desire for her, and slowly she gave in, her body responding before her mind could catch up. Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she let out a soft, resigned sigh.
"Okay…" she whispered, her voice barely audible, her lips trembling against his. "Okay…"
Alistair's eyes darkened with triumph as he felt her submission, his hands now fully exploring her body with a newfound urgency. He kissed her deeply, his hand slipping further under her dress while he pressed her back against the terrace railing. The city lights twinkled behind them, but Emilia's world narrowed to the sensation of Alistair's lips on hers, his hands on her body, and the heady mix of wine and desire coursing through her veins.
When he kissed her deeply, Alistair's hands moved with purpose, sliding up her thighs and underneath her dress. Emilia let out a soft gasp, her body already reacting to the warmth of his hands and the firmness of his touch. His fingers grazed her sensitive skin, teasing her, as he whispered against her lips, "You're all I've been thinking about. I can't wait any longer."
Emilia's breath came out in shallow pants as she arched into him, her body betraying her with how much she craved him. The kiss deepened, more desperate now, as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer. She could feel the heat between them intensifying, the tension growing unbearable.
"Here?" she managed to whisper breathlessly, glancing at the open sky and the view of the city below. "What if someone sees us?"
"Let them," Alistair growled softly, his voice thick with desire. His lips brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "They can watch all they want, but they'll never have you like I do."
His words sent a wave of heat through her, and any remaining caution melted away. Emilia felt his hands pushing her dress up further, baring her legs to the cool night air. His fingers danced along her inner thigh before slipping between her legs, making her gasp and clutch onto him for balance.
Alistair's lips trailed down her neck, biting softly before murmuring, "You're so wet for me already." His voice was low, filled with need, and the way he said it made Emilia's knees go weak. "I can feel it…"
The girl moaned softly, her hands fisting in his shirt as he touched her more intimately. She was losing herself in the sensation, the feeling of his fingers teasing her folds, making her body tremble. Her mind was clouded with lust, the city lights below nothing but a blur now.
"Al…" she whimpered, her breath hitching as he slipped a finger inside her, slowly at first, then more insistently. "We really shouldn't.."
"We should," he interrupted, his voice rough as he pressed his lips to hers again, swallowing her protests. His thumb circled her clit as his fingers moved in and out of her with growing urgency. Emilia could only moan into his mouth, her body betraying her as she rocked her hips in time with his movements.
"God, I want you," he whispered against her lips, his breath ragged. "I need to be inside you, right now."
Emilia's heart raced as she felt his hands leave her for a brief moment, fumbling with the waistband of his trousers. The cool night air hit her again, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Alistair's body pressing against her. His cock was hard, straining against her as he positioned himself between her legs.
"Tell me you want this," The man growled softly, his lips hovering near her ear. "Tell me you need me inside you."
"I…" Emilia's voice was barely a whisper, her mind swirling with desire. "I want you. I need you."
That was all he needed. With one swift motion, he pushed inside her, making the girl gasp sharply at the sudden fullness. Her hands flew to his shoulders, clutching him tightly as her body adjusted to him. He was thick, hard, and the way he filled her made her breath catch in her throat.
Alistair let out a low groan as he began to move, thrusting slowly at first, savoring the way she wrapped around him. "You're so tight," he groaned, his voice filled with raw desire. "It feels so good…"
Emilia could only moan in response, her head falling back as the pleasure built inside her. The sensation of him moving in and out of her was overwhelming, the combination of the cool night air and the heat of his body making her head spin. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her, wanting more.
"You feel so good," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "So good…"
Alistair's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the air, and Emilia could barely keep her voice from escaping in breathy moans. The city below seemed a distant memory now, her world narrowed down to the feel of the man inside her, the rhythm of his movements, and the sound of their ragged breaths.
"I love hearing you moan like that," Alistair muttered, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust deeper into her. "Moan for me, louder."
Emilia couldn't hold back any longer. She cried out his name, her voice filled with pleasure as he hit the perfect spot inside her again and again. Every thrust sent waves of ecstasy through her, her body tightening around him, drawing him deeper.
"That's it," Alistair groaned, his voice low and rough. "Say my name again."
"Al… oh god, Al…" Emilia whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. She could feel her orgasm building, and with each thrust, it edged closer, threatening to overwhelm her.
"I'm close," she whispered breathlessly, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Come for me," Alistair growled, his voice thick with desire. "Come for me, Em..."
His words were her undoing. With a cry of his name, Emilia's body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of pleasure. Her walls clenched tightly around him, pulling him deeper as she shook with the intensity of her release.
Alistair groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming erratic as he followed her over the edge. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his own release hitting him hard. He moaned her name as he spilled inside her, his hands gripping her waist tightly as he rode out his orgasm.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, breathing hard as they came down from the high. Alistair's hands caressed her skin gently now, his lips brushing against her forehead in a soft, tender kiss.
"That was perfect," he whispered, his voice still rough from the intensity of their encounter.
Emilia, still catching her breath, rested her head against his chest, her heart pounding. "Yeah…" she murmured softly, her mind still spinning from the pleasure. "It really was."
They stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms, the city lights below them twinkling like stars in the distance. For once, Emilia didn't think about anything else, just the warmth of the man embrace and the undeniable connection they shared in that moment.
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