“To the Crown Prince’s residence. —Drive as fast as possible.”
It was a much smaller carriage than the one they took to the main palace. The voluminous skirt spread across the entire seat, and Sahara hurriedly gathered her dress before Cheshire could board. As she adjusted her skirts to make room for him, Cheshire paused while climbing in.
“Just a moment, sit here.”
When Sahara gathered her skirts to one side and spoke, Cheshire entered, running his hand through his hair saying, “This is maddening.”
Thud. The door closed.
He didn’t sit down but bent over, looking at Sahara. More precisely, he was looking at her exposed legs.
“It’s dangerous with the swaying. Please sit down.”
When she urged him again, Cheshire’s gaze moved from her high-heeled feet, to her prominent ankle bones, to her long calves extending from her ankles, finally stopping at Sahara’s composed face.
“…I should have told them to drive slowly.”
He frowned as he approached and kissed her lips. This time it wasn’t just her lips. After sucking on her lips and peppering her cheeks with quick kisses, his lips soon found her earlobe. Her shoulders hunched at the ticklish yet sensual sensation. Cheshire kissed her shoulder. His hand touched her thigh. It slid gently under her gathered skirt.
“Ah.”
While Sahara drew in a breath at the feeling of lips on her neck, the hand that slid up her thigh smoothly untied the ribbon of her undergarments.
“Your Highness, wait.”
Sahara grabbed his hand as he tried to remove her undergarments, but Cheshire paid no attention and pulled at her waist. It was a position from martial arts. When shoulders are pressed down while pulling the waist, one has no choice but to lie back. Unable to refuse, she leaned back on the long seat as Cheshire kissed her exposed collarbone and chest.
Though slightly hurried, his hands skillfully removed her undergarments and undid the buttons of her dress running down her back. Pop-pop-pop, the tightly fastened buttons came undone in an instant.
As she clutched at her dress sliding off her shoulders, Cheshire kissed her hunched neck and positioned himself between her legs. Under the crumpled skirts, he began kissing from her toes up. The sensation of him licking her knee sent tingles from the back of her thighs. When he started sucking on her inner thighs, she couldn’t hold back anymore and curled her legs.
“…No…”
He naturally kissed right below her panties. Somehow her legs were now draped over his shoulders, and no matter how she tried to hide her thighs, his hands blocked her. Sahara’s toes trembled, afraid she might tense her legs, afraid she might unconsciously take a stance that would strangle his neck. She didn’t know how to stop him while ensuring she wouldn’t hurt him.
Always perfect at blocking, she didn’t know what to do when those defenses were breached. Sahara covered the moans escaping her lips with one hand while gripping Cheshire’s shoulder with the other. He sucked deeply at her groin, and moans leaked through her covered lips. Electricity shot up her spine. Her hips kept retreating to avoid his stimulation, but this only made her legs on his shoulders pull him closer.
“Your Highness, ah!”
Sahara’s thighs trembled as she felt wetness through her panties. As she kept pulling her hips away, Cheshire grabbed her buttocks. When her firm bottom was caught in his grip, her abdomen tensed involuntarily. The corset already made it hard to breathe properly, and now her head spun as her whole body tingled. As Cheshire’s hands slid down her pelvis, her damp panties that had been clinging to her lower region peeled away with a soft sound.
She bit her lip to suppress a moan at the sensation of the thin fabric falling away from her vagina. Her wetness wasn’t just from Cheshire’s saliva.
Sahara covered her eyes with the back of her hand, pretending not to see her panties hanging from one ankle. Her neck was already damp with sweat though they’d barely begun. With that last thin barrier gone, Cheshire’s tongue began freely licking and sucking at her vagina. She could only helplessly grip his shoulders.
“Nnh…! Please, uh, mmh…!”
Moans escaped despite how hard she bit her lips. Her body shuddered and heaved with each breath. Her vision went white when he gave a long suck to her clitoris. She tensed whenever the carriage swayed, afraid his teeth might hurt her sensitive areas, but this only pressed her more intensely against his stimulation.
She had thought it was just an organ for elimination, but his tongue made it unbearable. She was well-trained in enduring torture, but this was different. Cheshire’s lips devoured her vagina as if savoring a delicious meal.
Sahara was helplessly drawn toward climax. She bit her lip hard. She hadn’t realized her eyes were closed, but now she couldn’t open them. Her whole body trembled and her breath caught.
A tear dropped from Sahara’s reddened eyes. The sensation was so new she couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. She didn’t know why tears came, or why her untouched breasts were swollen and peaked.
Cheshire, who had so easily made her tremble, emerged from under her skirts and raised his head. He paused momentarily seeing Sahara’s flushed face.
He reached out to wipe her wet cheek.
“So I can make you cry too.”
When Sahara lowered her eyes, Cheshire grabbed her cheek, lifted her face, and kissed her. The kiss tasted strange.
The slick sensation quickly disappeared as she mindlessly received his lips and tongue. Her skirt clung to her wet intimate parts and was crumpled, but she couldn’t care. Just as Cheshire began spreading her dress as if to remove it completely, the carriage stopped.
Sahara clutched her dress and swallowed.
What on earth did we just do in the carriage?
Cheshire, seemingly unfazed, took off his shirt and draped it over her shoulders. He removed the necklace ornament from her disheveled hair and tossed it aside, letting her long hair fall over her shoulders. Then he casually opened the carriage door. As he stepped out shirtless, all the waiting servants bowed their heads.
Sahara took his hand and descended. Plop—her panties fell inside the carriage, making her squeeze her eyes shut. She felt as if everyone knew how wet she was below.
“Shall I prepare the bath?”
A servant at the entrance asked carefully.
“Later.”
Sahara watched Cheshire’s back as he walked ahead, firmly holding her hand. Looking at a man’s back was something she was thoroughly familiar with. During summer training, knights would often strip and lie down claiming exhaustion, and Norkan men would go without shirts even into autumn. Though it wasn’t her first time seeing bare skin, her neck burned at the sight of his statuesque back muscles. Her heart, which had been racing since their kiss on the balcony, now felt ready to burst. Even riding horseback all day hadn’t left her this breathless.
What should I do? Is it okay to just follow like this? She knew there were many people who thought nothing of sex. In the capital, and especially for Cheshire, that would be even more true.
The old-fashioned and proper Sahara had never imagined suddenly becoming intimate like this. It wasn’t about maintaining chastity or purity, but for Sahara, the extent of physical intimacy she had imagined was kissing someone she loved after sufficient emotional exchange.
Such impulsive kissing, undressing, and having her most private areas made wet were things she had never imagined. But.
“Come here, Sahara.”
Instead of forcibly pulling her in as she hesitated at the bedroom entrance, Cheshire called her name. Sahara looked at him with her flushed face.
He wasn’t smiling, nor did he look composed. He was looking at her with a completely different expression than usual.
Sahara took one step into the bedroom. The moment she stepped in, Cheshire pulled her into his arms and lifted her.
“I-I’m heavy.”
“I thought you might run away. And you’re not heavy.”
Cheshire laid Sahara, who was biting her lip tightly, on the bed. She still maintained a calm expression. Though her neck was flushed red and her eyes were moist, her expression remained as if nothing was happening.
Her demure eyes looked at the sheets. When he reached out to lift her chin, those black eyes met his directly. Just when he thought she might be shy, her returning gaze made him feel embarrassed instead.
It was hard to tell what she was thinking behind those pitch-black eyes. Or her expressionless face. If not for her cheeks, ears, and neck being bright red, she would have looked completely disinterested.
Not knowing what it means to let a man onto the balcony, she lifts her skirts thinking she’s being considerate. Her kisses were incredibly clumsy, and her reactions when he bit her neck were utterly innocent.
She seduces innocently and moans like a young girl.
Just hours ago, he had scolded Wilson, saying he would never spend the night with such an innocent woman who trembles at a single kiss.
He wasn’t uncomfortable or displeased with the engagement rumors or scandalous gossip about her. Though he tried to clear his head after dancing, seeing her enter the balcony felt like being doused with water.
He didn’t care what others said. Even if it was a grand whim, Cheshire wanted her now. The moment he saw her with her wrist caught by another man, leaning against the balcony door, a fierce possessiveness boiled up. He wanted those black eyes to never hold the image of any other man.
Cheshire tossed aside the shirt she was wearing and finished removing her dress. He had wondered, but there was no breast covering. There was only the corset that came up under her breasts to enhance her figure. Since her underpants and panties were long gone, the corset was all Sahara had on.
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