Alistair positioned himself behind Emilia, the night air cool against their heated skin. From this vantage point, the city stretched out below them, flickering with life, but the world they shared on that rooftop felt much more intimate. The man's hands moved over her waist, pulling her closer as his lips grazed her ear.
"I need you again," he whispered, his voice rough with desire, his cock already brushing against her entrance. "Is it okay?"
Emilia, still flushed from their earlier encounter, could only manage a breathless "Do it fast." Her need matched his, the pulse of arousal thrumming through her, urging her to feel him inside her once more.
With her permission, Alistair didn't wait. He pressed himself against her, guiding his cock into her slick heat with a groan of satisfaction. The way she tightened around him made his control waver, but he held onto the restraint he had only barely managed to maintain before. His hands slid up her sides, then down to grip her hips, setting a steady rhythm as he began to thrust into her.
"You don't know…" Alistair groaned into her ear, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"When I measured you in the dressing room earlier… how hard it was not to take you right there. I wanted to feel you… taste you…" His hands tightened on her hips as he thrust harder. "Now I can do whatever I want with you."
Emilia moaned, her hands gripping the railing in front of her as his pace quickened. The intensity of his thrusts sent shivers down her spine, and the way his words dripped with desire only fueled her arousal. "Then do it," she gasped, "Do whatever you want."
Alistair growled in response, his lips trailing down her neck as he buried himself deeper inside her. "This… this place is even more perfect than before," he muttered, his breath hot against her skin. "We're on top of the city, and no one else matters but you and me."
Emilia could only moan in agreement as the pleasure surged through her body. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, her body moving in sync with his. Her walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.
"Does it feel good?" Alistair asked between labored breaths, his pace relentless. "Do you want more?"
"Yes," Emilia gasped, her voice shaky from the intensity. "More… harder."
At her words, Alistair's grip tightened on her hips, and he drove into her with renewed force. The girl moans became louder, her body trembling with the onslaught of pleasure. His cock hit that perfect spot inside her, again and again, and she could barely keep herself upright, her legs shaking.
"You're so tight," Alistair groaned, his voice raw with pleasure. "You feel so good around me… like you were made for me."
Emilia could barely speak, her voice lost in the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. She could only moan his name, her hands gripping the railing tighter as her body responded to every thrust. She felt him pulse inside her, his cock thick and hard, filling her completely.
"Don't stop," she whispered, her voice breathless and desperate. "Don't stop…"
Alistair leaned forward, his lips brushing her neck as he thrust into her harder, faster. "I won't," he promised, his voice low and filled with desire. "Not until you come again… I want to hear you scream my name."
Emilia's body was on fire, the pleasure building rapidly inside her. She was so close, her mind dizzy with the sensation of him inside her, the cool night air, and the perfect rhythm of his movements. She could feel the orgasm approaching, her body tightening in anticipation.
"Al… I'm going to…" she gasped, her body trembling as the sensation became too much.
"Come for me," Alistair urged, his voice thick with need. "Come all over me… I want to feel you."
At his words, Emilia's body tensed, and the orgasm washed over her in a powerful wave. She cried out his name, her walls clenched tightly around him, pulling him deeper as she shook with the intensity of it. Alistair groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he followed her over the edge, his release spilling into her as he held her tightly against him.
For a moment, they stood there, panting, their bodies still connected as the pleasure ebbed away. The city below them sparkled like a sea of stars, but all Emilia could focus on was the warmth of Alistair behind her, the sound of their heavy breathing, and the lingering sensation of his cock still inside her.
"Was it good?" The man whispered, his hands sliding over her waist in a gentle caress.
Emilia nodded, her voice still breathless. "It was perfect," she whispered back. "But I think you might've drunk too much."
Alistair chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. "Maybe I have," he admitted, "but I don't care. I couldn't wait to have you again."
The man's eyes gleamed with a playful smirk as he gently laid Emilia back onto the table they had just finished dining at. The cool surface sent a shiver up her spine as her legs dangled over the edge. He glanced down at her, his fingers trailing over the hem of her dress, and leaned down to whisper, "We can't let your drawers stay soaked like this. It wouldn't be right."
Emilia's breath hitched when she felt his hands tug her dress up slightly. Her pulse quickened when he lowered himself to his knees, disappearing beneath the fabric. She could feel his warm breath against her thighs, sending jolts of anticipation through her.
"And I still skipped dessert," Alistair murmured from under the folds of her dress, his voice muffled yet dripping with intent. "Now it's time to finish it."
Emilia gasped as the man's lips brushed over her inner thighs before he reached her already-sensitive core.
"Al…" she whispered, her voice already tinged with desire.
Without responding, Alistair began to kiss and lick her most intimate place, his tongue exploring every inch of her. He started slowly and savoring her taste, but with each flick of his tongue, Emilia's arousal reignited, intensifying by the second. His tongue swirled around her sensitive flesh before pressing deeper, slipping inside her, tasting her. He groaned at her flavor, sending vibrations through her that made her legs quiver.
"You're already so wet," Alistair murmured, his breath hot against her. "I need to clean you up."
But the way he was working his tongue, it was clear he wasn't just cleaning her, he was devouring her with intent, pushing her towards another wave of pleasure.
Emilia's fingers gripped the edge of the table, her hips lifting slightly to meet his mouth. "Al…" she gasped, her voice strained. "Finish it… please…"
Her plea was breathless, her desire spilling out as she grew more desperate for release. Alistair, his hands firm on her thighs, pulled her closer to his face, his tongue delving deeper into her while his lips continued to suck and tease her clit. His movements were deliberate, calculated, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge of another orgasm.
His grip tightened on her thighs, keeping her legs wide and steady as he quickened his pace, his mouth working diligently between her legs. Emilia could feel her body responding, her arousal building rapidly as her hips moved in rhythm with his eager tongue.
"More…" she begged softly, her hands moving to grip his head through the fabric of her dress. "Don't stop… finish me…"
Alistair growled, sending a wave of pleasure rippling through her, and redoubled his efforts. His tongue pushed deep inside her before sliding back up to circle her clit, and with each flick, her moans grew louder, filling the night air. Her thighs trembled in his hands, the pressure in her core reaching its breaking point.
"Al, I'm going to…" Her words were cut off by a strangled moan as her orgasm crashed over her, her entire body tensing. She gasped for breath, her hips bucking against his mouth as he continued to lap at her, milking every last drop of her pleasure.
He didn't stop until her body relaxed against the table, her breathing heavy and ragged. Finally, Alistair pulled away, his lips glistening as he wiped the corner of his mouth with a satisfied smirk.
"Now that," he said, his voice low and teasing, "was the perfect dessert."
Emilia, still trembling slightly from the intensity of her release, looked down at him, trying to catch her breath. She managed a weak smile, her body still tingling from his touch. "You took your time with that one…"
Alistair stood, leaning over her as his hand trailed up her leg, resting on her thigh. "I wanted to make sure it was worth the wait," he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to her lips, allowing her to taste herself on him.
She kissed him back, savoring the moment, the intensity of what had just happened still pulsing between them.
***
As they arrived back at the manor, the atmosphere shifted. The soft laughter and lingering warmth from their evening together slowly gave way to the weight of responsibilities waiting for Alistair. The moment they entered the grand entrance, Emilia noticed a small group of advisors, attendants, and a few important-looking figures already waiting near the study, their faces tense with anticipation.
The man's gaze flicked to them briefly before returning to the girl. He gave a slight sigh, clearly torn between his duties and the time he had just spent with her. She saw the weight in his expression, even though he tried to hide it.
"You have a lot of work waiting for you," Emilia said softly, her voice understanding.
He nodded, offering her a faint smile. "It looks like it's going to be another long night."
The girl bit her lip, looking at the people waiting for him, bustling with papers and documents. She could tell they'd been there for a while. "Did you postpone all of this… for me?"
Alistair's eyes met hers, and he didn't deny it. "It was worth it," he replied, his voice low and sincere. "But I won't let them wait any longer."
For a moment, they stood in the hallway, just the two of them as the world seemed to press in with duties and expectations. The man took her hand, squeezing it gently before releasing her fingers. "I'll be in the study for a while, but we'll talk more later, alright?"
Emilia nodded, her chest tightening at the thought of the long hours he'd have to endure tonight, and for her. She wanted to say something more, to thank him for everything he had done today, but the words felt too heavy, so she settled for a quiet, "Take care of yourself. Don't overwork."
Alistair leaned forward and kissed her forehead softly. "I'll manage. Get some rest, okay?"
She watched as he turned toward the waiting group, his posture shifting back into the mysterious figure of authority he always carried in front of others. As he walked away, heading to his study room, Emilia found herself staring at his back, feeling a strange sense of longing. He hadn't said much, but the gesture of postponing his work just for her weighed on her heart. It wasn't something he had to do, but he did it for her.
As Alistair disappeared into the study room, the door closing behind him, Emilia stood there for a moment longer, watching the hallway, her mind running through everything that had happened today. There was a soft ache in her chest, a mix of gratitude and concern, as she turned and slowly made her way.
In the quiet of the manor, she wondered just how much of this was for show, and how much of it was truly his feelings for her.
***
Before heading to her room, Emilia felt a pull toward the manor's kitchen, sensing an unusual energy still lingering there despite the late hour. When she approached, the warmth of the kitchen radiated through the open door, and she noticed Countess Evelyn standing quietly by the entrance, a soft smile on her lips. The countess's eyes were focused on something inside, and as the girl stepped closer, she saw what had captured her attention.
Lia, the young girl assigned to help with desserts, was working diligently at the counter. Her small hands moved swiftly, carefully shaping and decorating pastries, her brows furrowed in concentration. Despite the stains on her apron and the exhaustion visible on her face, Lia's focus never wavered, as if the world outside her culinary creations had ceased to exist.
"She's quite determined," Emilia remarked softly as she stepped beside Countess Evelyn, not wanting to disturb the girl's flow.
The Countess chuckled, her eyes never leaving Lia. "Indeed she is. I've watched her for a while now. Even after the others retired for the night, she stayed behind, determined to perfect her dessert."
Emilia nodded, impressed by the girl's dedication. "She seems very passionate about her work. It's rare to see someone so young put in this much effort, especially when most would've given up by now."
"Passion can fuel extraordinary things," Countess Evelyn replied. "She may not have the refined skills of a master chef yet, but she has the heart for it. And sometimes, that matters more."
Emilia glanced at Lia again, the girl's hands moving with increasing speed as she piped delicate designs onto small cakes. "Do you think she'll go far? That she has the potential to become someone great in this field?"
The Countess took a moment, her gaze thoughtful. "Potential is there, but it will depend on how she's nurtured. Hard work is important, but guidance is just as crucial. Someone needs to recognize her talent and help her grow it. She can't do it all alone."
Emilia smiled slightly, leaning against the doorframe. "It sounds like you're offering yourself for that role."
Countess Evelyn smiled warmly, "Perhaps. I see something in her. She reminds me of myself when I was younger, so full of fire and determination. I didn't have anyone to guide me back then, but I think I might be able to help her."
Emilia glanced between the Countess and the girl, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. There was something reassuring in seeing such dedication and quiet mentorship. Lia had a long road ahead of her, but she was already on her way, carving out her path, just as Emilia had done in her own life.
"I think she'd be lucky to have you guiding her," Emilia said softly.
The Countess gave a small nod, her expression softening even more. "We'll see. For now, I'll just keep an eye on her from here, making sure she doesn't burn herself out."
Emilia watched Lia for a moment longer, noting the tired determination in the girl's movements. It reminded her of her own endless nights of planning, strategizing, and working tirelessly for the things she wanted to achieve. She knew all too well the cost of such dedication.
"She'll be fine," Emilia said, her voice quiet but assured. "With you watching over her, she'll go far."
The Countess simply smiled, her gaze still on Lia, while Emilia quietly slipped away, leaving the kitchen's warmth behind. As she walked toward her room, she felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that even in the smallest corners of the manor, there were people like Lia, working tirelessly for their dreams, just as she was for hers.
***