Droit du Seigneur: His Lordship's Right of the First Night - Chapter 32
After All This, You Want to Stop?
“Hmmp, ah! Mm….”
A deep, breathless kiss. Louise’s mind was clouded with heat. She struggled within the strong arms that enclosed her, overwhelmed by the intense sensations flooding her body.
Not knowing where to place her awkwardly hanging hands, she instinctively grabbed his coat. Richard pulled her arms, wrapping them around his neck.
“Mm.”
“Hah, ah, m-my lord…!”
In an instant, he pulled her in, their lips devoured by the kiss. Richard abandoned his previous courtesy, encircling Louise’s waist with his strong arms and drawing her closer.
After a slightly rough bite and a long suck on her lower lip, his tongue finally ventured inside. It swept through her mouth, exploring the smooth inner walls, her gums, and the ridged roof, stealing her saliva.
The kiss was fierce and wild, quite different from the shy imaginings that had made Louise blush. The slick, raw sounds of their tongues entwining and her small teeth being scraped resonated continuously in her ears.
“Louise.”
“Hah! Ah, mm….”
“You said you would teach me about women?”
Just as Louise’s mind was becoming hazy from the intense kiss, he briefly withdrew his lips. Richard, looking down at her gasping form, clasped her small chin with one hand.
“Do the lessons include things like this?”
“Ah! W-Wait… hnn, my lord…!”
“Close your eyes.”
With his somewhat domineering command, his large hand slowly brushed over her trembling eyelids. As he tilted his head, their lips met again. Louise’s soft brxxsts were pressed against his manly, broad chest, and her waist, held firmly in his hand, felt as if it were on fire.
At some point, Louise found herself lying on the bed. The familiar ceiling of the bedroom she had grown used to over this brief period loomed behind him as he looked down at her. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst, and she felt like she might faint from the heavy scent of sandalwood so close to her.
Continuing the kiss in their changed position, he finally lifted his upper body when Louise, unable to find a moment to breathe, began to feel light-headed from lack of oxygen.
“Hah, haah….”
“Breathe.”
Richard commanded in a low voice, staring at her moist lips wet with saliva. Between her slightly swollen lips from their intense first kiss, a faint, breathless sigh escaped.
In the midst of their fervent kissing, her clothes had become quite disheveled. Louise’s white nightgown had slipped off her shoulder, revealing the soft curve of her upper chest. The same spot rose and fell rapidly with each breath she took.
“I expected more from your boast about teaching.”
“Hah, ugh….”
“If we continue, you might pass out.”
Richard’s blunt comment made Louise’s small face flush bright red. Her golden hair, disheveled and shimmering on the sheets, resembled a mischievous fairy who had just been scolded.
This should be enough. He averted his gaze from the pale, smooth calves, knees, and slender ankles revealed under her raised skirt.
“Stop fooling around and go to sleep.”
“My lord…!”
Louise clutched his coat as he tried to stand up. He hesitated, unable to dismiss the weak grip with a low warning.
“Don’t start something you’ll regret.”
“…….”
“Once a man starts, there’s no chance of stopping. Can you handle that?”
His warning was meant to prevent her from trying such a thing again, but he barely heard her soft whisper from behind him.
“If only… my lord… can handle it.”
Richard froze in place, feeling a soft weight lean against his back, like an inescapable shackle. A small hand wrapped around his waist.
“So, don’t stop….”
A low breath escaped through his clenched teeth. No sooner had he turned sharply than their lips met again. Once more, Richard was ensnared by her.
“Hah, mm, mnnh!”
Overwhelming sensations flooded her mind, burning through her thoughts. Louise barely regained her senses when her nightgown was completely discarded onto the floor.
Richard held her, supporting her back while deeply kissing her, and loosened the strap of her top undergarment. As the loosened knot created a gap, his hand slipped in, pushing aside the fabric that covered her brxxsts. Two soft, springy fair mounds bounced free, eager to be touched.
“Ahhn, my lord…!”
Reflexively, Louise’s shoulders hunched as her creamy, peach-like brxxsts were exposed. Richard lifted her slender arms with one hand to prevent her from covering anything.
Seeing the small, pink nxxples at the peaks of her brxxsts, his usually calm golden eyes darkened with raw desire.
