NOVEL WEB Chapter 193: Craving His Love
As she stood by the doorway, Diana realized with a pang of guilt that she'd been rude, failing to greet Cassius. Her suspicion, the frantic fear that he'd harm Vivi, had clouded her manners, and now, embarrassment flushed her cheeks. She was a noblewoman, a figure of grace, yet she'd let distrust taint her welcome.
Steeling herself, she resolved to rectify her lapse, though the thought of meeting his gaze sent her heart skittering like a schoolgirl's. At her age, older than Cassius by years, older even than her own daughter, the way her body betrayed her with blushes felt absurd, a delicious humiliation that made her skin prickle.
She lifted her eyes, ready to offer a belated greeting, her lips parting with a hesitant smile, when all of sudden...Cassius's face broke into a wide, glowing grin that stole her breath.
Before she could speak, he moved with a cats's grace, his hands encircling her waist, pulling her plump, curvaceous body against his in a swift, possessive embrace. The heat of his frame, hard and unyielding, pressed into her softness, igniting a fire that seared through her veins, her cheeks blazing as she registered the strength of him, the raw masculinity that enveloped her.
She gasped, her mind reeling, but before she could react, Cassius twisted them away from the doorway, maneuvering her with precision until Vivi's view was obscured.
He then pressed her back against the wall beside the door, a blind spot where the lamplight barely reached, and pinned her there, his body a warm, commanding weight against hers.
Her breath hitched, her voluptuous chest heaving against his, but he gave her no time to protest and with a boldness that completely caught her off gaurd, he leaned in and kissed her, his lips claiming hers in a passionate, unrelenting assault that made her eyes widen in disbelief.
"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"
His tongue invaded her mouth, a sensual force that licked and sucked, twirling with hers in an erotic dance that left her dizzy.
"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"
The kiss was fervent, consuming, his lips molding to hers as he drew her saliva into his mouth, savoring her with a hunger that set her nerves alight.
Instinctively, she pushed against his chest, her hands pressing against the solid planes of his torso, her lips trying to seal against the onslaught. Her mind screamed that this was reckless, forbidden, mere steps from her daughter's room.
But Cassius held her firm, his grip unyielding yet tender, his kiss unrelenting as he coaxed her surrender.
"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"
The sensation was overwhelming—his tongue moved with a masterful precision, teasing her, sucking gently on hers until her resistance melted.
"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"
And eventually her body also, traitorously eager, responded to the pleasure, a warmth pooling deep within her as she realized who held her: Cassius, the man she'd bound herself to in an illicit pact, the man who'd awakened desires she'd buried long ago.
The shame of her affair, the fear of discovery, faded under the intoxicating pull of his kiss, and she leaned into him, her lips parting further, her tongue tenderly twirling against his, matching his fervor with a growing boldness.
"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"
Her eyes fluttered shut, the world narrowing to the heat of his mouth, the handsome planes of his face so close she could feel his breath. She forgot the room, the risk, the propriety that defined her life, lost in the rhythm of their kiss.
"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"
Her tongue danced with his, a sloppy, sensual interplay that sent shivers down her spine, her body arching instinctively to press closer.
His hands roamed, one anchoring her waist, the other stroking the curve of her back, sending sparks across her skin.
Then, with a daring that made her gasp into his mouth, he groped her plump ass, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, lifting and letting it fall with a possessive grip.
The act should have shocked her, should have spurred her to pull away, but instead, she moaned softly, her arms wrapping around him, her hands tracing the firm ridges of his back, reveling in the strength beneath her touch.
"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~
The embrace felt like a homecoming, not the forced submission she'd once feared. His touch, his kiss, enveloped her in a warmth that banished her doubts, making her feel cherished, desired, alive.
She hugged him tighter, her nails grazing his shoulders, her body molding to his as if they were lovers reunited after years apart, not a noblewoman and her illicit lover stealing a moment in the shadows.
"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"
The nature of their bond only heightened the thrill, Diana's body singing with the forbidden ecstasy of being wanted so fiercely.
As Cassius's hands roamed, his touch grew bolder, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt, slowly lifting the fabric with a tease. The cool air kissed her skin as he exposed her pale, plump ass, the generous curves pressing against the rough wall behind her.
His hands, warm and commanding, then caressed her flesh, spreading her cheeks apart with a lewd notion, groping and kneading in a way that sent shivers cascading through her.
Diana's eyes fluttered shut, her body yielding to his touch, her lips parting in a soft whimper as he played with her mouth, his tongue twirling against hers in a sensual dance.
"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~
The pressure was exquisite, a torrent of pleasure that left her limp, her curves molding to his hard frame as she surrendered to the moment.
But a sharp clench of his fingers, gripping her ass with a possessive intensity, jolted her eyes open and because of that, in the window's faint reflection, she glimpsed Vivi, her daughter, serene on the bed, toying with an origami crane.
The sight was a cold splash of reality, yanking Diana from the haze of desire.
Her heart jumped, shame flooding her as she realized the depravity of her actions—letting Cassius ravish her mere steps from Vivi's room, responding eagerly to his touch, her body betraying her with wanton abandon.
She'd become a stranger to herself, a woman transformed by this affair into someone who reveled in forbidden pleasure, and the immorality of it crushed her.
Her chest heaved, her voluptuous form trembling from the sudden encounter, her sweat-dampened skin glistening in the dim light and with a limpid, pleading gaze, she looked up at Cassius, her voice coy but firm.
"S-Stop...." She whispered, her tone quivering with restraint. "We can't do this here, Cassius. Vivi's right there she could catch us...Please."
But he didn't relent, his lips trailing from her mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin with a fervor that made her knees buckle. His breath was hot against her, his voice a low, teasing murmur.
"Don't be so worried, Diana." He said, his lips brushing her pulse point, eliciting a soft whimper. "Vivi can't walk on her own, you know that. She'd need help, or that wheelchair of hers, and it creaks loud enough to wake the dead."
"...We'd hear her coming from a mile away, so there's no risk at all." His tongue flicked against her collarbone, and she gasped, her body arching instinctively into his touch.
Her resolve wavered, but she clung to it, her voice trembling as she countered.
"E-Even if Vivi doesn't come, the maids, the butlers—someone could walk by...They'd see us, Cassius, and I-I couldn't bear it." Her words were a desperate plea, her hands pressing lightly against his chest, though her fingers lingered, betraying her longing.
But he only smiled against her skin, his lips grazing another tender spot on her neck, his hands still kneading her ass.
"You told them not to disturb us, didn't you?" He murmured, his voice laced with amusement. "I know you, Diana, you were clear with the staff. No one's coming near this hall, not tonight. So, we're safe, my love."
His words sent a jolt through her, confusion flaring—how did he know she'd given that order? He'd been with Vivi the entire time, yet his certainty unnerved her, a reminder of his uncanny perception.
She had no time to dwell on it, the weight of their immorality pressing down like a stone. Her gaze lifted, then dropped, her voice a soft, pleading whisper.
"It's too much, Cassius. This...us...it's wrong. I'm a mother, standing here with a man who isn't my husband, so close to my daughter. And not to mention that you're her her doctor, as well so young...it's too shameful."
"...My heart can't take the guilt, so please, stop."
Her eyes shimmered, her chest heaving with the effort of her confession, her body still tingling from his touch but her soul heavy with remorse.
Cassius paused, his lips hovering over her skin, and slowly pulled back, his hands sliding to her cheeks, cradling her face with a tenderness that made her breath catch.
His crimson eyes locked onto hers, piercing through her limpid gaze with a warmth that disarmed her.
"Why the guilt, Diana?" He asked, his voice soft but firm, his thumbs brushing her flushed cheeks. "There's no need for you to feel that way, since you're not betraying anyone—you're honoring our deal, doing what I ask because it's what we agreed."
"...You have no choice in this, not really, and that absolves you. You're not at fault."
His gaze softened, a tenderness in it that made her heart stutter.
"And you're the best mother Vivi could ever have, as I doubt any woman would go as far as you have, sacrificing yourself for her life, for her future."
"So, know that you're a warrior, even though you're actually a healer, Diana, and you should hold your head high for what you've done for her sake."
His words, spoken with a conviction that framed her as a hero, ignited a spark in her chest, easing the crushing weight of her shame. His gaze, steady and proud, also seemed to command her emotions, lifting her guilt as if by magic.
She felt her heart lighten, his praise a medicine to her wounded conscience, making her believe, if only for a moment, that she was noble in her sacrifice.
Yet, a secret thought lingered, one she dared not voice: this wasn't merely a sacrifice anymore.
The pleasure of his touch, the thrill of his kiss, the way her body sang under his hands—she craved it, reveled in it, far beyond the bounds of duty.
To admit it would unravel her, so she buried it, letting his words anchor her instead...