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Eileen's lips parted of themselves.
These words she’d waited for the whole week.
Not yet having managed to utter an answer, she already hurriedly nodded, and then quickly spoke:
"Yes!
Now, perhaps, one can not treat.
Already not at all painful.
I’ve recovered."
Possibly, from anticipation.
There, below, where from the very beginning a strange excitement hovered, now even a pulsating heat was felt.
But Eileen suddenly realized: the fact that he doesn't speak of ointment by no means meant that her desires would be satisfied this night.
Cesare could tonight altogether do nothing.
Or maybe, even not come to the bedroom.
*‘He is after all busy...
The fact that I every day saw His Grace's face was strange.’* He was not so free as to spend time on only her.
Eileen ceased mercilessly to torment the asparagus cut into pieces and cautiously asked of Cesare: "Tonight...
Will you return?.."
She couldn't directly ask about that which she wanted, and asked the question allegorically.
Cesare snorted in response: "Of course.
Today is the day when you receive the name Erzet, can I simply miss this?"
He slightly leaned forward.
Although the distance between them nearly didn't shorten, for some reason Eileen's heart skipped so strongly as if she were frightened.
"Should we not mark this day together?"
Into the dining room bright morning light flowed, but in this moment Eileen as if turned up naked before him on the nightly bed, in the embrace of darkness.
Cheeks momentarily flared with blush.
Now he will exactly notice what indecent thoughts are in her head.
But, realizing this, she all the same couldn't take herself in hands.
Between legs a strange sensation swiveled.
The body, which for several days now heated up, now cooled down, reacted to the slightest hint of stimulation.
Eileen froze, feeling how below wet languor was growing.
Red eyes watched all the changes happening with Eileen.
Under this gaze she slowly swallowed dry saliva.
Belatedly she parted lips.
A very quiet, breaking voice escaped out, as if hot breath:
"Yes..."
Cesare, who intently looked at her, slowly smiled.
The curve of his lips was beautiful.
Eileen couldn't take her eyes from him.
Cesare too didn't tear eyes from Eileen when he opened mouth:
"You loved to sleep with me."
This was a memory from very childhood.
Once, when she’d come to the palace, suddenly a strong rain began, and she’d had to stay for the night in the prince's quarters.
She was to sleep alone in a huge bedroom, but because of the crash of thunder and flash of lightning to fall asleep in no way came out.
Frightened Eileen trembled, having embraced a pillow, and in the end set off for the bedroom to His Highness.
The servant met in the corridor didn't even try to stop her, but conducted straight into the Prince's chambers.
The Prince laid the trembling-from-fear Eileen in his bed, even not having given her thoroughly to explain herself.
Because of this the Prince himself had to settle on a chair nearby and read books the whole night through.
Eileen was able to fall asleep only hearing how he turned pages.
Although this happened only once, Cesare spoke as if in childhood such happened often.
With an imperturbable face he unashamedly pronounced indecent words: "Now we will be able to sleep together in one bed."
Although the meaning of the word "together" was now completely different, he deliberately expressed himself ambiguously.
Eileen couldn't answer and only reddened, and Cesare rose from place.
He was to leave for the palace earlier than she.
Eileen too jumped up to conduct him.
But instead of going out from the dining room, Cesare rounded the table and approached Eileen.
Having leaned, he kissed her on the cheek.
When Eileen froze, he took her by the chin and lifted her face.
Then again kissed, this time on lips.
Eileen quietly groaned.
Her body trembled, and even eyelashes flickered.
The kiss, begun as an innocent caress, progressively turned into a passionate onslaught.
His fingers confidently explored her body, as if knowing each of its curves.
Having divided her lips, he deeply entered with tongue, concurrently leading with hand over her neck.
Then he firmly squeezed her and, having turned the head, penetrated even deeper with tongue.
With the other hand he grabbed her by the waist.
Eileen clutched at his forearm and lostly drowned in the kiss.
"M-mkh...
M-m..." Earlier such an insistent kiss would have frightened her.
But now it only gladdened.
She even tried, though unskillfully, to move tongue in response, as if begging for more.
When Eileen moved tongue, Cesare in response rubbed against it with his own.
Blood rushed to head, and it spun in her eyes.
Eileen pressed to Cesare and looked at him.
He closed eyes, continuing to caress her palate.
In this moment his hand, sliding over neck and clavicle, dropped lower.
A large palm grabbed her breast.
Eileen cried out from surprise, but the sound stuck in her blocked lips.
Cesare saw how she shuddered, but didn't pay attention to it.
Rough grip was replaced by tender circular movements around the nipple.
Only when his fingers touched her, Eileen realized her nipple had already firmly swollen.
Each time the tips of his fingers touched the protruding bump, heat accumulated below, and her body involuntarily tensed.
The empty crotch squeezed from thirst.
Secretions already began to ooze, saturating underwear.
Trying to restrain groaning sounds, Eileen involuntarily emitted grunting sounds, as if from pain.
She couldn't restrain from groans when Cesare touched her.
*‘Earlier I didn't even know that such was possible...’* Briefly having thought of this, she squeezed hips.
A sensation similar to itch, but at the same time different, ran over the crotch.
Shaming of her desires, she greedily sucked in his tongue, thirsting for a deeper kiss.
But when Cesare pinched one of her nipples, she couldn't restrain herself, arched her back and loudly groaned from pleasure.
"M-m-m-m!" In this moment Cesare's breath slightly went astray.
His movements became sharper.
He quite roughly tore away from her lips, and then slowly removed also the hand from her breast.
He scanned Eileen with a gaze of his red eyes.
Eileen, completely sodden, looked at him with a clouded gaze.
Her tongue was stuck out from the slightly opened mouth, but she even didn't realize she hadn't taken it back.
To her only she wanted him to continue, despite the suddenly interrupted kiss.
Cesare with a light movement sucked in her helpless tongue.
Then he bit her on the earlobe and explained: "If we continue, I won't be able to stop."
Eileen quite lost her head.
She murmured the first that came to head: "I want right now..."
Her heated body was in torments.
She convulsively clutched at his clothes, but Cesare softly calmed her: "I need to go to the palace, understand?"
His member clearly protruded through trousers.
Eileen stared at him, stretching right up to her thigh, and then, having realized what she was doing, immediately turned away gaze.
Heart beat wildly in chest.
"I am leaving first, so don't hurry, Eileen." He freed himself from her grip and kissed each finger in turn.
The fourth, on which the wedding ring was, he even slightly bit.
"I will wait for you in the Imperial Palace."
With these simple words Cesare went out from the dining room.
Remained alone, Eileen for some time stood, having flushed, and then slowly dropped onto a chair.
She heavily breathed, and between legs was wet.
Heat, boiling under the skin, pricked in the bottom of the stomach, causing torment.
Unconsciously having squeezed hips, as if trying to still the itch, Eileen suddenly woke up.
*‘Going out of mind.’* She slowly spread legs and tried to calm breath.
While the face cooled down, she thought only of one: *‘Faster would...’* How much she wanted night to come faster, and she turned up with Cesare in the bedroom.