Ruen continued towards the master bed and gently placed the princess on it.
Lianne’s cheeks turned a deep red upon seeing him take his robe and pants off, knowing not too long from now she’ll be able to feel his body on hers.
It was a fact she cannot deny. Although hostile against it, she always admired his physique and the very man that he had become over these past four years.
And the reality that this man was with her, touching, stroking, and caressing her, treating her like a lover had swelled her heart real good.
He was like the embodiment of a God in human form; virile and masculine. Truly, a perfect match for a princess who was innocent on the pleasures of the flesh.
Ruen pulled her close to him as he dipped into the bed. Their lips molded back and while they kissed, he cautiously unzipped the princess’ nightgown.
Lianne noticed it but didn’t care. Why would she when she wanted it from the very start?
He continued with shoving the straps of her gown down her shoulders and unfastening her brassiere that had been out of place since earlier of their tryst.
The strapless garment fell down the mattress, revealing her two pink globes that Ruen had the luxury of examining.
A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips then as he took in the wondrous sight.
“You’re staring,” Lianne pointed out when she noticed his momentary pause.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he replied as he lowered his head to capture her chin with his mouth.
“Don’t worry, no offense taken,” she breathed out, hiding a smile under the darkly lit room.
The King moved near her ear and whispered in reply, “Because you’re beautiful, Lianne.”
She opted not to answer his remark and chose instead to relish the sensations he was creating with his eager mouth.
And as Ruen did so, his free hand made its way down south, directly into her parted legs.
He hooked one finger in the garter of her underwear and like a pro, slid it out together with her nightgown and placed them at the foot of the bed.
The princess’s beautiful porcelain skin looked radiant under the light of the fireplace.
Ruen’s gaze flickered with delight, pleased of knowing that she was only his to own on this very night.
Lianne, on the other hand, didn’t mind her nakedness. She felt like a treasure under his gaze and nothing could ruin that feeling. She waited for his next move, already feeling empty without his touch.
The King didn’t tarry any longer. He continued his foreplay with strokes upon strokes of her body, making sure every inch was accounted for and rained down with his attention.
He kept the memory of her body to heart; memorizing each line, each curve, and each crevice.
All Lianne did was whimper in pleasure.
A splinter of guilt had leaked out of her thoughts at one time, warning her of this insanity, but the desire that was ignited within her by this very man quenched it all away.
Ruen fondled her breasts like a honey-painted wall and she arched in turn as she felt how delightful the sensation was.
How could this be so good when she knew she was making love to the man she detested?
But, she moaned and cried, and moaned again in ecstasy, and Ruen heard every heavenly sound from her mouth, sounds that didn’t lie.
He had dreamed so many times of this moment. Only in them that he was able to find contentment. But now, she was here with him, in his bed, whole flesh and blood, the very meaning of his life, nothing could make him stop from owning her now.
It was heavily raining outside, seemingly the perfect weather to mask the cries of passion they both had.
As time passed by, their breathing got heavier and their heartbeat got stronger in sync.
Lianne was in a trance. Every nerve of her body ached for him.
Ruen made the most out of their time. He prolonged the moment of their union, wanting to please her more, to gratify her, make her shout his name over and over again, and make her writhe in the passion that he had bestowed.
But when his fingers found their way into the crevice of her wetness, he knew instantly what she demanded; she was already open and wanting for him.
In the middle of her daze, Lianne opened her eyes and saw him stare at her with fervor. It was like a silent connection between them. She knew what he wanted and she was going to give it to him freely.
She cupped his face with both hands, pulled him close, and took his mouth for a deep kiss.
Ruen took this as a sign and ushered his length inside her with ease.
Lianne breathed in shock. It was a momentary ache, surprisingly not painful. She remembered one comment Erza had made about her virginity and the barrier that protected her femininity. The maid knew that her horse riding would be the culprit for it, and maybe, she was right.
Lianne felt full and heavy, and ultimately connected to him; the greatest feeling of all.
“Ahhh…” she gasped out, unable to make out a better word to express the sensation she felt.
Ruen felt her walls clench. He, in turn, groaned and shut his eyes. She was accommodating him and receiving his hardness without any problems.
“You’re mine Lianne,” he grunted out, briefly panting. “Only mine.”
Another thrust ensued and this made the princess close her eyes tightly.
And again, she gasped at the feeling of the hard muscle inside her.
And again, she scratched the skin on his back unable to contain the sensations toying inside her.
And again, and again. Oh! it was such pure heaven!
They both panted heavily with each advance.
Lianne found it like sweet grape wine, that with every taste, it was pure bliss.
Ruen was in seventh heaven himself. If it wasn’t for the slight pain at his back caused by her fingernails, he would have thought everything was purely a dream.
Then, their bodies moved in rhythm. Lianne reached out and wrapped her arms around his chest as he thrust another full batch again and again.
She felt his girth enter her, the contracting muscle felt absolutely divine.
There was no reason any more to delay the inevitable. One more thrust and it was when she welcomed his seed inside her womb.
And their orgasm?
Oh, it was a euphoric, addictive feeling neither of them could ever forget.
The room seemed to be revolving when Lianne stared at the ceiling whilst trying to catch her breath. A second later, a swell of dizziness rained down on her. She accepted it wholeheartedly, feeling like she was on cloud nine.
Ruen, exhausted, dropped atop her, his weight surprisingly light.
She heard his ragged breathing close to her neck and knew that he was as much sated as she was.
He then moved and positioned himself on her left. He hooked one arm around her waist and pulled her close to him, placing her comfortably against his chest.
Lianne was taken aback when Ruen kissed her forehead and continued down the tip of her nose to her lips. With that gesture alone, she could feel no coldness on it, just plain sincerity. No pretensions.
The warmth of the room began to mingle with their bare flesh. They comfortably settled under the blanket with meaningful silence; Lianne’s arm stretched across his chest and their legs intertwined.
A few moments later, she heard Ruen’s heartbeat returning to normal and noticed his breathing turning calm.
She wanted to look at him and observe him sleep, but her eyelids betrayed her. They began to drop.
The last thing she heard before dozing off was the King’s voice close to her ear:
“I love you, Lianne.”
***
It was nine in the morning when Lianne woke up.
She instantly noticed a heavy hand atop her right shoulder and without delay, she saw the King beside her sleeping. It was surreal to see him so peaceful, no scowl on his face or a sly grin.
She wanted to observe him more and make the most out of the beautiful morning, but she decided to leave.
Not long after, she slowly straightened and left the bed.
Her nakedness was somehow making her nervous hoping Ruen would not wake up and find her undressed against the light of the morning sun.
With one final glance at him, Lianne quickly left his chamber, wearing the same clothes she wore last night.
There was a heaviness in her heart when she trekked the hallway towards her chamber. More so, her mind was in a battle. Bewilderment, sadness and confusion clashing all at once.
Lady Faye was already at the receiving room when the princess opened the door.
A surprised look on their faces was registered but Lady Faye quickly composed herself. She knew exactly where the princess had been.
“Good… good morning Lady Faye,” Lianne greeted as she quickly entered her bedroom.
“Good morning to you too my dear.” The Head Governess followed the princess as she hurried directly to the bathroom. She sighed in response and smiled to herself.
***
“Why?” Lianne asked herself as she leaned against the bathroom door, still feeling warm and flushed but somehow dispirited. She went to look at her reflection in the mirror and took off her robe and nightgown.
“Oh my…”
Her mouth dropped and her eyes widened.
She was surprised to see three small red blots; kiss marks from last night’s event that the King had made.
There was one on her left neck, one at the middle of her breasts and one on her waist.
These were the same as those ones he made during their encounter in her living room, but this time, these kiss marks she had, no doubt, welcomed.
Closing her eyes, Lianne mimicked the way his hands trailed along her flesh, but upon the thought of it made her frown quickly.
What was wrong with her?
Why did she surrender?
“No… No!” she voiced out as she looked at her face in the mirror. “It was a mistake! Everything was a mistake!” Tears began to stream down her cheeks at the thought of last night. “I can’t… I can’t accept it.”
She shook her head and slowly, gathered herself on the floor of her bathroom and silently cried.
***
It was almost an hour after when she left the bathroom.
Lady Faye was no longer in her bedroom nor in the receiving room when she looked.
However, as she turned her attention on the open glass door of the receiving room, she noticed a certain figure of a man standing outside the balcony.
Immediately, distress rose inside her as she realized who the visitor was.