Chapter 17 SERENDIPITY
NARRATIVE POINT OF VIEW
Bringing the harsh zephyr of the night, a strong gush of wind came, causing the overt windows to shut. With entwined palms and hoist, he pushed the door to his room open not letting a single moment wander off seize. He had his eyes closed, cherishing the warm nuzzle of her gaping mouth. She still hasn’t processed the occurrence, but she very much enjoys the predicament.
They wandered inside, holding each other tightly with unworldly tingle. His tongue pushed inside nibbling every nook and cranny with utter crave. Sucking her tongue passionately, they came to a halt when she hiccupped suddenly. He pulled away and stared at her with needful eyes. She laid her head low, staring at the carpeted floor with embarrassment. Her flushed red face was comparable to those of red roses. He finds it amusing. He held her chin. “am I causing discomfort?” Agatha eyed him.
A rush of trepid took over her, the eyes of the Viscount emitted comfort. She fails to recognize him. It’s as if a new person beaming with passion occurred and pretended to be him. The unfamiliar aura he holds terrified her, he was a demon possessed with angels, a blood thirsty vampire who suddenly changed because of her rescue.
She couldn’t answer, the cold hands of the Viscount pressing beneath her back tightened as he leaned closer. “Would you rather see me act fiendish, I think you’d favor me that way”
Agatha eagerly shook her head, no matter how it is, a devious man acting nice would be preferable. “I am simply taken aback…Viscount. D-does this mean...” her words were cut off with his kiss once again. It was a quick nip, not lasting a second. “Yes, now, shall we?”
His words made her gape, a sense of doubt touched her baffled mind but he’d no reason to deceive an already swindling woman. She smiled, hoping that he’s telling the truth, getting the devil to fall in love with her would be an exorbitant escape from the harsh bind she’s in.
Viscount Claude chuckled. He can tell how surprise she is by the turn of events, but he cannot turn back. He slid his hands across the side of her dress, caressing her waist to a gentle clutch. The evoking presence of his doting side took over him the moment he saw her face.
“Agatha…” he called. She nodded subtly and asked, “y-yes?”
“How often do you touch yourself?”
She stepped away with swindling eyes but was quickly caught by his vigilant embrace. “I-I d-don’t…” she stutters, trying to push his chest away. A low snigger was all he could respond with, “liar” he whispered bringing himself closer to her ears. Agatha bit her lips, that’s a question she had never been asked before. She looked away, red as ever with his nosiness.
“You’ve no reason to be embarrassed, I just wanted to ask where you like it” Viscount Claude lowered his head, cupping her face and eyeing her with grace. “So I can hear your scream of pleasure clearly”
She brought her palm to her mouth, covering the shock from his vulgar questions. “Do you like it here” his hand quickly slid to her chest, cupping it and squeezing it gently. Agatha ogled at his actions “V-viscount…” she pleaded feeling his thumb rubbing against her teat, it was arousing nonetheless.
She grabbed him by the sleeves, digging her nails causing him to leer. He snickered, tugging the thin cover of her dress ripping it apart with utter strength. She’d no time to react as he quickly carried her to the bed, dropping the shards of silk on the way. He laid her gently and stared at her gawking expression.
“You’re painfully enticing, darling” he commented, brushing his hands across her exposed body. He tugged her undergarments and removed completely. For a good second, he sat there and watched, admiring her figure once again. In all honesty, he couldn’t bring himself to forget the moment he saw her helplessly heeding the past night. He cannot disregard such poignancy, he ought himself to atone completely.
Agatha closed her eyes, throwing her head back to avoid his endearing stare. With slow and graceful movement, he plunged deeper. Kneading her entrance with such precision, she couldn’t help but to whimper. He circled his index finger in, touching her sensitive labium leisurely. “Good grief, you’re saddled with a mere kiss” his soft chuckle blared her ears, it was dreadfully irresistible. If this is a game, she's close to losing it.
She tried her best to suppress the unholy noises trying to wander and precede one another, but with a sudden change of frolic, she was unable to do so. “Haaa…” she heaved with mouth wide open, her eyes averts as the pleasure intensifies. She pulled herself up away from the comfort of the cushion to see him osculating her quim whiskers skillfully.
'H-he's kissing me down there?!'
She sat up straight as the euphoric effect of his guzzle came stronger. He swayed his tongue around, nudging deeper to bring her to an orgasm. “V-viscount…” she heaved, tugging the blanket with quivering thighs. She cannot bring herself to peace. A utopia within her opened up at the feeling of his adept quell.
With a capricious gasp, a route to rapture came hovering in. The throbbing sensation she felt as he paced faster came to a stop, “Angh-!” With one last whimper, the sweet sap enveloped inside her gushed away, trickling his tongue with a sweet and succulent clasp. Agatha writhed weakly, catching her breath as he cleaned her off completely. He faced her with a playful smile, licking his lips and swallowing the fluid she banished.
