Chapter Three
Adrian
Sex should have been the last thing on my mind at that moment, but instead, it was all I could think about. My heart was pounding inside my chest, as I pulled away from our frantic kiss, looking at her perfect face. Now more than ever, I wondered how the hell I got so lucky to have her by my side. I didn’t deserve to be so blessed. I caressed her cheek gently, feeling her silky-smooth skin underneath my coarse palms.
“I love you so much,” she told me, her eyes sparkling. I could see she wanted this as much as I did. She needed this as much as I did.
I knew that this started off gentle, but I could barely control myself as she pulled me back towards her, kissing me with such passion that she almost drew blood when she bit my lower lip. The animal inside of me roared with desire. She wanted me like that. Always.
“Take me…” she moaned against my lips.
I was already hot and heavy when she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, while my hands held her butt. Still kissing, I stumbled back to the sofa, sitting down. She loved being on top, and I loved it as well. I wanted her to dominate me, I wanted her to do whatever she wanted, to make the world disappear if only for a few precious moments in a way only she knew how.
My cock was already straining through my pants when she started to fumble with my belt. I welcomed that metallic sound. I lifted myself up a little, allowing her to pull my pants down. She was breathing heavily as she took off her dress over her head, now only wearing a miniature pair of green panties. I was dying to slide into her wet heat, to feel myself inside of her, pulsating while she moaned loudly. But the sight of her perfect breasts mesmerized me.
I grabbed them both with my hands. They fit in them, perfectly. Her nipples pebbled instantly, reacting to my touch. I licked the left one, sucking it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it, all the time not taking my eyes off of her. Her back arched, as she bit her lower lip, enjoying the sensation, allowing it to wash over her.
“I love it when you do that…” she told me, her voice different than usual, interspersed by soft gasps.
I kept licking her nipple, biting at it gently, tugging it softly, then letting it go. My cock was begging for release, as she strode me, grinding against my lower belly. I could feel her sticky warmth oozing out of her. She was more than ready for me. We were both ready to explode, to completely forget about everything.
Her hands were now all over my chest, pulling me closer. Accidentally, she kicked one of the pillows down onto the ground, but neither of us paid any attention to it. All I could think about was kissing her, tasting her, touching her, being inside of her. That was the only thing that could make things better now.
Her lips felt softer than ever as her tongue once again locked with mine. She tugged at my lower lip, and I groaned with pleasure. I was already too close to coming, without her even touching my cock. She kept grinding against me, while I kept hoping that it would slip in, into her pussy. I knew what she was doing, and she was doing it well.
She wiggled a little, lowering her hand to my cock, grabbing it with her delicate fingers.
“Fuck…”I groaned, closing my eyes.
“No… watch me,” she demanded, cupping my chin with her other hand, and I did as she told me. The look in her eyes was wild. It was animalistic. It mirrored my own inner animal, which was dying to fuck her.
As if she were listening to every single dirty thought inside my mind, I stared into her eyes, but I could see what she was doing. She pulled her panties to the side, and there it was. That heat I knew and wanted pressed against the already wet tip of my cock. Her fingers were spreading her pussy lips, as she lowered herself slowly onto me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, keeping me in place, while only her hips moved. They worked overtime, grinding against my cock, which was now buried inside of her. It didn’t take her long. It never did. She always knew exactly what to do to bring us both to a climax, and now it seemed we were both more desperate than usual.
I heard that familiar gasp, as she arched her back even more, lifting her head up into the air, as if praying. I watched her body explode in shivers, only to calm down gently. I could feel her pussy palpitating against my cock, and it almost made me cum. But I wanted to taste her first. As soon as her body relaxed, I took her into my arms and lowered her onto the sofa, spreading her thighs. I wanted to lick her sweetness, to have it fill me to the brim.
Her pink lips were now glistening with her own juices. Greedily, I dove in, my tongue tasting every bit of it. I buried my face into her sweetness, her scent washing over me. My tongue lashed over her still swollen clit, as she moaned loudly, still sensitive from her release. But I wanted her to cum again. I slid my finger into her, flicking my tongue over her clit relentlessly. She tasted like the sweetest nectar, and I couldn’t get enough of her. She made me forget about everything else so easily.
She lost herself completely once again, while I licked her pussy and fucked her with my fingers just the way she liked it. My cock was already dripping onto my thigh as I knelt before her, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to make her feel good, so I continued to rub that sweet spot inside of her, until she cried loudly and grabbed my hair, raking her fingers through it. Her pussy was so wet and swollen now, my tongue everywhere lapping up her sweet juices.
I rose to my feet, keeping her thighs spread. Just looking at her like this, wet and needy made my heartbeat drop all the way down to my cock. My head was throbbing, my body aching for that release. I slid my cock into her, as her heat enveloped me, welcoming me inside. I couldn’t stop. All I could do was thrust into her, giving her more and more of myself, groaning as I surged forward, slipping back into her.
My orgasm was too intense, I had to plant my knees to keep from losing consciousness as that tidal wave of pleasure hit me. Breathing heavily, I thrust several times more, her hands hung around my neck, pulling me close, her eyes not leaving mine for even a single moment. I didn’t pull out. There was no time.
Just as I was about to slide to the side of the sofa, a knock on the door interrupted this final moment. Our eyes widened in shock as we lay there, naked and exposed.
“Yes?” Lilith was the first one sober enough to reply.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Highness,” the voice of one of our maids was heard from the other side of the door, which I hoped for everyone’s sakes would remain closed. “But your daughter is asking for you.”
“We’ll be right there, thank you,” Lilith replied again, as we both tried to suppress a chuckle. We were completely lost in the moment, forgetting about the world beyond the study walls. Now, it was time to go back to the reality of life. And most importantly, our daughter needed us.
As we got dressed and prepared to leave the study, Lilith leaned closer to me and whispered with a mischievous smile. “It seems that our daughter has impeccable timing.”
I chuckled and nodded. “Indeed, she does.”
We exchanged a meaningful glance. After everything that had happened, it felt good to laugh. It felt good to forget that her father was no longer with us and that I could potentially be our greatest enemy’s brother. It sounded too crazy to be true. I could only hope that it was just the result of someone’s jealous meddling into affairs that weren’t his business. But I knew just like Lilith that her father kept that scroll hidden for a reason.
Hand in hand, we walked out of the study, through the darkened hallways of the castle until we exited it and found ourselves in the lush garden. We continued to follow a winding path until we saw Cass there with Mary, the servant we left her with. Cass was sitting on a stone bench, as if she had been waiting for us. Mary was next to her and she immediately jumped up when she saw us.
“Your Highnesses,” she bowed her head respectfully. “She was very well behaved, but she was asking for you and I just couldn’t—”
“It’s quite all right, Mary,” Lilith assured her. “We’ll take her now. You may go back to your duties.”
“Thank you,” Mary nodded, then headed back towards the castle.
I sat next to Cass, her big, curious eyes looking up at me with a mix of innocence and apprehension.
“Cass, sweetheart,” I asked gently. “What’s on your mind?”
She looked down at her hands, her voice soft and uncertain. “Mommy, daddy… is Grandfather with the angels now?”
I exchanged a somber look with Lilith. We explained it already, although not in those words. It was never easy to discuss such matters with a child. So, I took her hand in mine and nodded gently.
“Yes, sweetheart, he is. Grandfather is with the angels now, watching over us from above.”
It was as if the news had only hit her now. Her eyes glistened with tears and she reached out to hug me. Lilith joined the embrace, wrapping her arms around us both.
“It’s okay to feel sad, Cass,” Lilith told her. “We all miss him, but we can cherish the wonderful memories we have with him.”
Cass nodded, sniffling. “I loved when he told me stories about his adventures.”
I smiled, wiping a tear from her cheek. “He had some incredible stories, didn’t he? We’ll keep those stories alive, and you can carry his legacy by remembering them.”
Lilith kissed the top of Cass’ head. “And know that we are here for you, always, to answer your questions and support you.”
Cass gave us both a small, appreciative smile. “I love you… both.”
“We love you, too, Cass,” both Lilith and I replied in unison, sharing a loving moment as a family in the peaceful garden, finding strength in each other during this difficult time of loss and remembrance.
We decided to spend the rest of the afternoon together, cherishing each other and our bond. We strolled through the garden, the warm sun casting a gentle glow over the meticulously landscaped pathways and colorful flowers.
Cass, with her innocent curiosity, kept asking us about our own childhood memories, so we shared tales of our own adventures and misadventures, evoking laughter and nostalgia. As we continued our walk, we stumbled onto the pond, where we fed the ducks, their quacking and playful splashing only adding to the cheerful soundtrack of this day that was a whirlwind of emotions.
As the sun began to set, we returned to the castle. We readied Cass for bed, reading her a bedtime story, her favorite one, as she drifted off to sleep. I tucked her in, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Are you coming to bed?” I asked Lil as we silently closed the door to Cass’ room.
She smiled at me, caressing my cheek. “I think I’ll go back to Father’s study and go through the rest of those scrolls.”
“Now?” I asked with a concerned frown. “It’s been a long day, Lil. Maybe you should rest and leave that for tomorrow.”
“That’s the problem,” she said, grimacing. “I doubt I would be able to fall asleep even if I did go to bed now. Maybe some more time there might help me relax and unwind. It’s all… just too much.”
“I understand,” I smiled at her, pulling her into an embrace. “Do you want me to come along?”
“No,” she shook her head. “You rest. At least you can. I’ll come shortly.”
“All right,” I said, kissing her forehead and releasing her from my embrace.
I watched her go down the corridor towards her father’s study. I knew that her desire to go back had nothing to do with the rest of the scrolls. It only had to do with that one, which I couldn’t stop thinking about either. But there was nothing I could do about it now. Tomorrow was another day. Tomorrow, I would see what we could do.