110: Alone within the four walls

Alone within the four walls

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Somewhere in the back of her mind, Anastasia had a faint idea about what would happen next, but the details weren't fully fleshed out in her mind. She doubted this could be a simple ankle massage. Moreover, there was also something else that worried her, given what Dante had told her earlier. 

"Close your eyes and enjoy what you feel," Dante said as he continued to trace circles around the corner of her ankles. 

Before Dante could catch on to what she was hiding, she pressed her lips together before obediently closing her eyes. Just as she thought, this entanglement was like vines that constricted further with every passing day. If only—

Anastasia's eyes shot open, and her thoughts flew right out of her mind when she felt Dante's fingers trailing upwards from her ankles. A silent gasp escaped her lips as her heart shuddered under his watchful eyes, observing her every expression. His fingers gently brushed and cupped her calves, pulling her slightly and causing her legs to bear most of her body's weight on the armrest. 

With the path Dante's hands had traced along her leg, the hem of Anastasia's dress followed it, which was now bunched up at the crook of his forearms, leaving her keenly aware of the bareness of her exposed skin and the sensation of air touching it. 

Just as the dress was about to reveal her knees, her hands quickly moved to cover them, feeling the blood rushing up her neck and spreading across her face, making it warm with embarrassment. 

"Don't be frightened, little rabbit. I won't bite… not hard, at least," Dante assured her. That wasn't assuring, Anastasia said in her mind. He said, "It is time to let go of the inhibitions and doubts that you cling to. You won't know until you feel… if it isn't to your liking." 

Those were the conniving words of the demon that had laid a trap for her. The older Dante would have coaxed her gently, while the demon side was tricky with his words. With his hands beneath her dress, her body had turned extremely sensitive. 

"Now relax your legs for me," Dante instructed, pushing her dress further up her thighs, causing her hands to be pushed aside to fall to her sides before they went to rest on the table. 

Anastasia felt her heart hitch with every inch of her dress that rose, further and further up, until she wanted to look away from him, but at the same time, she couldn't. As if to ease her nervousness, his eyes looked away from hers, only to end up falling on her legs.

One of Dante's hands trailed the side of her leg as if measuring and memorising the length with his fingertips and eyes. He murmured, "Beautiful."

His remark made Anastasia blush. For someone who was only a lowly maid two months ago and whom people didn't bother to spare a glance at, she had become the centre of Dante Blackthorn's attention. He was undoubtedly a handsome man, and the longer he stared at her, the faster her blood coursed through her body, surging between her legs. 

"Feel free to voice your thoughts," Dante said. 

Anastasia felt Dante's lips on the inner side of her knee as he pressed them against her skin. His lips brushed along her skin as if invisibly drawing something on her before he nipped it to elicit a gasp from her. 

Her hands had moved farther from where they were before, and she was breathless and anxious for what was to come. 

His hands curled around her legs, preventing her from closing them, while his lips worked their way along the inside of her thighs. At the same time, she felt her legs quake for a moment and realised why it had been important to have her palms resting on the surface of the table. Her cheeks burned bright red, feeling his firm hold on her legs, and at the same time, his lips were gentle and brushed along her skin with unspoken whispers to ignite the desire for him within her. 

Anastasia succumbed to the allure of Dante's lips, her own trembling, and her heart's stuttering under his intoxicating effect on her. As his lips continued their journey towards her inner thigh, one of her hands instinctively shot forward to rest on his head. Her heart pounded loudly, drowning out any other surrounding sounds, including the ones that escaped from lips. 

"I told you that you would find a better position," Dante murmured with a heated gaze when he looked up at her from where he sat. 

Dante kissed the soft spot on her inner thigh, gently sucking on the tender skin, eliciting more gasps that transformed into sighs. Every sound spilling out of her into this closed room aroused his own craving, like oil being poured over already burning coal. His fingers pressed into her legs, which, once tense, had now relaxed under his touch.

Anastasia felt her toes wanting to instinctively draw back due to the stirring sensation she felt welling up below her stomach, and with each inch that Dante moved closer, the more her head tilted back and her chin tipped upward. With a cloud of yearning obscuring all of her thoughts, a soft moan escaped her throat as she felt his lips draw near her core, where the heat and blood had rushed in anticipation. 

When Dante's fingers brushed against her sex, and he lightly pressed on the flimsy fabric that had turned wet, Anastasia threw her head back, feeling the same delicious feeling she had felt from the press of his knee. He took a whiff of her before he uttered, 

"You smell fucking divine."

If it were possible, Anastasia would have combusted into flames, with her ashes vanishing into thin air. It was just four words, yet they only made her nails dig into the table's surface, and her fingers curled in response.

Anastasia saw Dante pull his head away from between her legs so that he could watch her, and he moved the flimsy fabric to the side, making her feel exposed and tempted to hide her face, but her hands were busy supporting her upper body. Even though her sister was a courtesan who had been educated about such things, knowledge about sexual matters had never been shared with her, except for talk about kisses. 

When Dante's finger brushed against her wet folds, her body jerked, accompanied by a moan that only enticed him to draw out more reactions from her. He languidly repeated the motion of his finger without probing her entrance, watching her quiver with pleasure. 

Anastasia's face flushed deeper than before, and she dared not to meet his gaze, but when she felt his finger press into her entrance, a loud moan escaped her lips. She saw him pull his hand away, now coated in the pool of heat he had caused. 

Seeing Dante raise his hand to his lips, Anastasia's eyes widened, and she protested, "It is dirty, don—" But he put his finger into his mouth, licking it clean. 

"In time, you will learn that there's nothing to be embarrassed about or considered dirty," Dante's eyes had turned darker, almost appearing black. His other hand had already secured the fabric in place, preventing it from returning to its original position, and he murmured, "That it is rather exhilarating and arousing."

And Dante wasted no time in proving those words of his by diving between her legs. When his lips captured her wet folds, a louder moan escaped her, bouncing off the enclosed walls. Her back arched, and her hands weakened along with her senses as she surrendered to the pleasure, knowing she had crossed a threshold from which there was no return. 

In the first few seconds, Anastasia felt Dante's lips kiss and suck her hot sex, but when his tongue probed into her entrance, unlike when his finger did the same earlier, she threw her head back again and cried out from the built-up passion. It was a feeling she couldn't describe but could only feel, as her head began to float and her legs shook with every movement of Dante's mouth on her. 

It was only a matter of seconds before Anastasia started to feel a small wave begin to swell, steadily growing larger as Dante skillfully drove her closer to the edge of the cliff. Her toes curled in response to the overwhelming sweetness, and she felt her body quake while he continued to firmly hold her shaking legs. 

Unable to contain herself any longer, Anastasia moaned, and his name spilt out of her lips, "Dante!"

But this only fueled Dante's determination, causing his mouth to move faster and harder, and he was rewarded by her moans and sighs that continued to fill the room. Finally, he felt her body tighten before she let out a cry of ecstasy as she reached her release. 

Anastasia panted with her eyes closed, her mind lost in a world that felt heaven-like. When she eventually opened her eyes, her gaze fell on Dante, who pulled away from her, and she watched him sensually lick his lips while letting the fabric fall into place as he fixed her dress. 

"Alive?" Dante inquired, rising from the chair and standing before her.

It took a moment for Anastasia to register his question, still catching her breath. "For now…" she replied, her voice slightly shaky.

A hint of amusement glimmered in Dante's eyes, and he delicately tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, his fingers running down its length.

As Anastasia's brown eyes stared into his, she couldn't help but wonder if he would kill her if he were to find out that she came from the bloodline he wanted to eliminate. Because she knew she was a person of the forest. 

Outside the dining room, the corridor was left deserted, and a few corridors away from it, Prince Raylen sat comfortably in a plush chair that had been arranged for him. Beside his leg sat a hookah pot, and he held the pipe connecting to it as he took a drag before letting the smoke escape from his lips. 

As he heard light and quick footsteps approaching, he was soon greeted by the sight of the first princess. She offered him a polite bow and was about to walk past him when he stopped her, 

"Going somewhere, Princess?"

If it were any other time, Princess Emily would have ignored him, but she had heard something about him from her grandmother. Prince Raylen stared at her before remarking, "It looks like you have been informed about me." 

Princess Emily gave a short nod that could barely be considered one. She replied, "I was going to find Anastasia. I was told she is in the dining room." 

"If I were you, I wouldn't go in there right now," Prince Raylen advised while absentmindedly playing with the hookah pipe, and he said, "You know, cigars are much easier than these things, especially when you are travelling. Not that I don't enjoy this, though."

The princess looked in the direction of the dining room, and worry formed on her face. As if to confirm, she asked, "Are they alright?" 

Prince Raylen smiled, and this only made Princess Emily uncomfortable. "Are you regretting being rude to me?" 

"I wasn't rude to you," Princess Emily replied.

The Storm Prince nodded in agreement and said, "Right, passive-aggressive suits you better."

Princess Emily couldn't believe that this man was one of the triad. Her lips tightened briefly before she muttered in concern, "I hope Brother Dante doesn't scare Anastasia."

"Don't worry about it. He is taking good care of her," Prince Raylen reassured her as he took a drag from the pipe while maintaining eye contact with the princess. When he exhaled the smoke, it filled the space around them. 

Princess Emily bowed politely and was about to turn to leave the way she had come when he remarked, "Your grandmother was quite disappointed when she found out that we aren't soulmates. Were you too?" He teased her out of boredom, seeking a reaction. 

You wish, Emily thought to herself. Aloud, she replied, "She's always trying to play matchmaker. There's no need to feel disappointed for her; I will make her happy soon enough." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away without sparing him another glance. 

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