Blair, responding to his question as if she didn't really understand what the problem was, looked at him indignantly.
—What happens if others hear us?
—As long as you don't make noise, right?
That's not something you can just say like that!
He overwhelmed her too much, and the stimulation he gave her was excessive.
Even though he tried to contain his moans, it didn't go the way he wanted.
—As long as you don't do it, right?
But Herdin, drawing her towards him again even though she continued to move away, replied:
—And who was it that started looking for my lips and stimulated me?
—The one who started kissing was you.
—So, let's say it was my fault.
He sat her directly on his knees.
So that he couldn't escape.
—If we stop now, you would put me in trouble.
Feeling beneath his thighs, inside his tight thighs, his cock standing erect without any shame, Blair froze.
That man really intended to end up here.
—Unless you want everyone to know that your husband is a beast in c3lo.
His hand, which had already slipped between her dress like a snake, caressed her underwear.
His own body, which suddenly became moist with just those caresses in the fine opening of his flesh.
While she remained rigid, unable to flee or resist him, the hand that was impatiently rubbing her underwear pushed her away and entered fully.
The fingers that made their way between her flesh gently pressed her vaginal walls, stimulating them.
Each time the fingers moved in and out of her wet core, the wet, explicit sound that echoed within the carriage added dizzying excitement to the shame.
Just then, perhaps because they were entering the outskirts of the capital, the carriage began to rattle.
Every time the carriage shook hard, his fingers went even deeper.
At the moment when he involuntarily let out a groan, he saw the window that opened onto the box.
—He…rdin.
Enough is enough…
—If you stop here, you're going to put yourself in a bind too, right?
Those whispered words, after having excited her at will, as if it were for her, made her angry.
But I didn't have the strength to reproach him.
Just holding back the moans so they wouldn't escape was already his limit.
Shortly before he climaxed, the fingers that had been stirring inside him emerged and his fully erect member pushed into place.
Although it was wet enough, copulation still felt tight, but the vibration of the rattling carriage helped.
—Hmph!
Shortly after, an unbearable heat invaded Blair.
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The hunting competition was held in a forest owned by the imperial family, located on the outskirts of the capital.
The assembled nobles ate first, and then divided up: the men went to the hunt itself, and the women to tea.
—Well, we've already eaten, are we getting warm?
Hearing Ivan's words, the nobles dispersed to prepare for the hunt.
The men, once ready, received encouragement and a kiss on the cheek from their wives or lovers.
Herdin immediately approached Blair, who was watching this scene without blinking.
But she, with her characteristic stubborn face, slyly looked away.
It had been like this since the carriage.
Seeing her, the corners of Herdin's lips raised.
She seemed to be completely angry, but he found even that image adorable.
Herdin touched her cheek with his index finger, as if tickling her, and asked:
—Aren't you going to give me a kiss?
—…
—You were the one who said you would fulfill your marital duties.
It bothered him that he had to mention that damn contract so that she would grudgingly listen to him, but even so, he could bear the slight annoyance.
Because the woman's angry face looking up at him was pretty, and because her lips, which finally met his, were soft.
Herdin lifted Blair's bonnet slightly and returned a kiss to her round forehead.
Then he readjusted the messy bonnet laces.
Blair's slowly blinking eyes stared at him.
Seeing his eyes reflecting his own image, the image of the carriage from just now was superimposed.
But the desire that seemed like it was going to resurface stopped.
Thanks to the look of someone who was watching them.
In that direction was Wesley.
Meeting her gaze, Herdin's blue eyes sank into cold stillness.
It was not to feel calm just because the Grand Empress Dowager had not come.
At this moment, a gentleman from Delmark approached.
—Your Excellency, the preparations are complete.
Blair, who had been hesitating for a moment without looking away from him, opened her mouth.
—Be careful, Herdin.
—I'll be right back.
Herdin's face, as he turned away from Blair, returned to a cold, emotionless expression, as if he had never relaxed.
He gave an order to the knight following him.
—Bein.
Don't separate yourself from the lady.
If she says she is tired, she can come back first.
—Yes, Your Excellency.
Blair looked at Herdin's retreating back with sad, slightly crooked eyes.
He hadn't changed at all from the past.
It was natural, since a person does not change.
He, in the past and now, had always been someone who put his own desires first.
Therefore, his actions desiring her would not be something like love.
That feeling would disappear soon.
Like the spring breeze that now touched his cheek.
So…
In my past life it was enough to have supported myself alone in that heat, in those hands, to have been excited and left hurt.
Blair turned around, leaving Herdin's back behind her.
At this moment, Lina walked over urgently.
—Madam, it seems that the tea is over there!
—Yes, let's go.
Behind Blair, who was heading towards the tea place, Rachel, who had been watching her from a not too far distance, got up from her seat and followed them.
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The calm atmosphere of the tea was broken when a maid of the Selden family barged in.
"You say you don't see Joshua?"
Hearing from the maid that the child had disappeared, Viscountess Selden's face paled.
Joshua was the son of Viscount Selden, Rachel's nephew, and was four years old.
Normally, at banquets and other events, a separate place was prepared for children.
Because it was considered in bad taste for children to disrupt the social environment of adults.
And for the children it was also a good habit, since they could play without the disapproving looks of adults and do their own type of socialization.
Even though it was in a separate place, the nannies or maids kept watch, so there was no chance of losing the children.
However, the child had disappeared.
Hearing that news, Blair's heart skipped a beat.
Because I understood a little the feeling of a mother who loses her child.
"What does that mean, Cathy?" What were you and the babysitter doing in the meantime?
Rachel too, surprised by the news, jumped up and approached the maid.
…To be continued