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“……!”
Diana’s heels, which she had lifted with all her strength, hurriedly dropped back down. His lips pressed against hers firmly.
It wasn’t merely a simple meeting of lips. Felix, who confirmed the texture by capturing both her upper and lower lips in turn, parted her slightly opened lips and delved deeper. Diana flinched in shock at the soft sensation that entered her mouth.
This was her first time engaging in such a deep kiss with anyone. Instinctively, she tried to pull her head back, but he held her firmly in place. Diana, held by her waist and nape, was made to accept his kiss.
His hot, damp tongue invaded her mouth without hesitation, tasting every corner. The delicate parts inside her lips, her neatly aligned teeth, her soft gums, and even her small, trembling tongue were all objects of his indulgent exploration.
“Mm…”
It was a strange sensation. Although she had stood naked before this man countless times, her entire face flushed uncontrollably.
It felt as though he was stirring up parts of her that shouldn’t be touched. When his sharp tongue grazed the roof of her mouth, a faint moan escaped her without her realizing it.
It tickled and itched. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly where, but a tingling heat spread throughout her body. Diana’s head gradually tilted back. The mingling saliva carried a subtle and enigmatic flavor.
When she swallowed the moisture that had filled her mouth, she felt his laughter through their connected lips. Her heart sank with a loud thud.
“Mm, ah…”
His hand, which had been stroking her jaw, moved downward along her neckline. Wherever he touched, her skin seemed to contract deeply. It wasn’t an unpleasant tension—no, it wasn’t unpleasant at all. And that was the problem.
She tried to regain her composure, but with their tongues entwined, even that was difficult. Diana found herself swept away by him, powerless to resist.
Unlike Diana, who was gradually panting, his breathing remained steady. Even while voraciously exploring the woman’s lips, he maintained an air of elegance.
Sunlight from the window poured onto the entwined couple.
Amidst the overwhelming pleasure that bordered on numbing, Diana had a small, nagging doubt. The curtains on the window—she was sure he had drawn them open himself. If the workers in the garden raised their heads, they might be able to see inside. Diana’s tongue stiffened with tension.
The moment Felix realized she wasn’t fully focused, he moved his hand. Sliding down her smooth neckline, he cupped her chest, which was rising and falling with repeated breaths. It took considerable patience to undo the numerous unnecessary knots on the front of her bodice.
Distracted by the sounds coming from below the window, Diana suddenly noticed her chest felt lighter. The crisscrossing strings, tied from her chest to her waist, slid loose, and the intoxicating heat clouding her mind quickly receded.
Her neckline gaped open carelessly, revealing the curve of her breasts. Taking advantage of the brief moment when Felix pulled his lips away, Diana whispered urgently:
“M-Master. The curtains, I think they’re open…!”
“Do you think lowering the curtains would prevent anyone from seeing?”
Felix responded playfully, squeezing her bare chest. Diana nearly bit her tongue in shock.
Caught up in the kiss, she couldn’t remember whether anyone had entered the living room or if the door had been closed. Diana’s earlobes burned red for an entirely different reason now.
Someone might be watching. Driven by instinct, Diana pushed his hand away and pressed closer into his shadow to hide herself. The shape of her skirt, cinched tightly at the waist, made her ample chest graze his body, almost but not quite touching.
“C-Could you at least close the door…?”
She expected to be scolded for making so many requests. Felix forced her head back up when she tried to lower it.
The bright blush on her face, created by a mixture of ecstasy, shame, and a faint resistance, completely captivated his attention.
From the moment he began exploring her warm mouth, the tension in his lower body had grown excruciatingly stiff. Felix fixed her chin firmly in place, once again pressing his lips to hers.
Her lips carried the faint scent of wild grass, and her saliva tasted like refreshing spring water. It was a flavor that quenched his thirst yet left him craving more.
When he sucked her tongue forcefully, coaxing more saliva, she let out a soft, helpless whimper. The delicate, almost crying sound stoked a sadistic impulse within him.
If he let her go now, she’d surely return to that indifferent expression of hers. The fleeting expressions, glances, and changes in her complexion and warmth couldn’t be faked or maintained simply by picking up a piece of charcoal to sketch. That insolent maid had never given him more than a few minutes to observe her.
Memories fade and distort. A few fleeting seconds or minutes weren’t enough to capture her in a drawing. He could create something rough, but Felix wasn’t satisfied with that. He already had a pile of sketches he’d discarded in the trash.
Then how could he ensure Diana Escaliff maintained this expression, this emotion?
Felix considered the cause of Diana’s current state of arousal. Ah, there was no need to overthink it. Diana was responding to him—to his touch, his kiss, his tone, his choice of words, and even the timbre of his voice.
“M-Master…”
Diana’s gaze kept straying toward the spot where sunlight streamed in.
Only after the curtains were drawn did she manage to exhale. She seemed entirely unaware that lowering curtains was a maid’s task, not a crown prince’s. However, it wasn’t audacious of her to think so. After all, she no longer had to concern herself with such things.
Felix slipped his hand inside the loosely covered neckline that barely concealed her. The sensation of her soft flesh filling his palm was unlike any material he had ever handled—softer and smoother than any velvet.
Unable to resist, he pulled down the garment draped over her shoulders. Her pale, supple breasts sprang free, relieved from their confines. Despite her slender frame, they were large and firm. He had known they were aesthetically pleasing, having seen them before. Yet, while it had previously only evoked curiosity and admiration, this time, his restraint began to waver.
Her breasts, rising and falling with quickened breaths, exuded a clean scent of flesh mixed with a refreshing, watery fragrance. Though Diana’s skin showed no sign of moisture, it felt as if it had absorbed silk soaked in water. It seemed that with enough pressure, the sweet nectar might seep out. A spark of heat flickered in Felix’s eyes.
He was not typically someone who found interest in a woman’s bare body. The attempts at seduction by the voluptuous women who had come here in the past were all alike—predictable and vulgar. And Felix despised prost!tutes.
But this was different.
Diana Escaliff was something extraordinary.
“I’ve never painted a nude before…”
Drawing out his words deliberately, Felix watched as Diana’s eyes widened in disbelief. Surely not, surely not. Even as her anxiety deepened, her desperate gaze eventually found its way to his, just as she herself had admitted earlier.
The fragile vitality shining in her unfocused eyes held a raw allure, something impossible to artificially craft.
Felix had to suppress an urge to burst into laughter. His manhood was straining so hard against his pants it felt as if it might break through.
He had no choice but to admit it. This woman was intoxicating.
For the past ten years, Felix had endlessly painted nothing but the dying moments of humans. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t take his eyes off her now. Something so enthralling—he had rarely, if ever, encountered it before.
“Surely, not capturing this in a painting would be a loss for humanity.”
“Master…!”
Diana called out his name like a scream, only to gasp and hold her breath. Felix had suddenly leaned down and taken her right breast into his mouth without warning.
His lips, far hotter than her body’s temperature, enclosed the sensitive nipple and teased it with his tongue. Because of their height difference, it wasn’t easy for him to explore her to his satisfaction. Felix wrapped his arms around Diana’s waist and lifted her, placing her onto the windowsill.
“Ahh, ah…!”
His hand pressed firmly against the space between her breasts, where the mark of a slave should have been, before twisting the nipple his lips had just abandoned. Simultaneously, he took her left breast into his mouth. Helpless moans escaped her lips.
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