“I’ve done my part. Now it’s up to you,” Eleanor teased, her voice light yet filled with satisfaction.
Julian chuckled softly, his hand tracing soothing patterns on her back. “You’ve done brilliantly, Eleanor. I’ll handle the rest,” he replied.
Feeling the comfort of each other’s presence, they allowed the silence of the night to envelop them. Eleanor rested her head on Julian’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, while his arms wrapped securely around her.
With no more words needed, the two drifted into a peaceful sleep, their bond growing even deeper.
**
As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Julian stirred awake. His gaze fell on Eleanor who was still peacefully asleep by his side.
A gentle smile spread across his lips as he admired her peaceful expression. He brushed a few strands of hair away from her face and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Sleep well,” he murmured quietly, not wanting to disturb her.
He slipped out of bed carefully, making sure not to wake her. With one last glance at Eleanor, Julian stepped out of the room to the hallways.
As Julian made his way through the hallways of the Easvil estate, he noticed Duke Frederick Hans and Duchess Lisa Hans standing before the massive painting of the Easvil family founder.
The beautiful art and the commanding presence of the figure in the painting gave it an aura of respect and awe.
Frederick crossed his arms with a faint smile playing on his lips. “It never fails to amuse me,” he said, his tone a mix of admiration and nostalgia.
“The strength, the vision—it’s all captured so clearly in this masterpiece.”
Lisa laughed softly, her gaze fixed on the painting. “Yes, it truly is magnificent. The artist managed to bring such life into it, almost as if the founder himself is watching over the castle.”
“No wonder other families pale in comparison to Easvil; even the painting seems to command respect and authority.” Frederick said.
Julian approached them with a charming smile. “Admiring our history, I see,” he said as he bowed.
Frederick turned and acknowledged Julian with a nod. “Julian, your family’s legacy is one of great pride, not just for you but for the entire kingdom. This painting… it speaks volumes of what the Easvil lineage represents.”
Lisa’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink at the sight of Julian. Her happiness was unmistakable and she had fully embraced her new role of belonging completely to him.
Julian caught the subtle change in her demeanor, and a knowing smile played on his lips. He stepped close and leaned in just enough to whisper, “Come to my room.”
Lisa’s heart raced at his words, as a mixture of anticipation and nervousness coursed through her. She barely managed to maintain her composure as she nodded.
Julian straightened and turned to Frederick. “Well, enjoy the painting, Your Grace. I will see you both at breakfast,” he said.
Without another glance, he continued on his way, leaving Lisa with her thoughts and a rapid heartbeat.
Lisa quickly added to Frederick, “I will go see Regina.” Without waiting for much of a response, she excused herself gracefully and left the hall.
Meanwhile, Duke Hans focus remained rooted before the grand painting. It effortlessly conveyed the legacy and the power flowing through the blood of the Easvil family.
He then remembered Julian’s figure, which was the best example of it. There is nothing more profitable than an alliance with Easvil, he thought.
And in that moment, a quiet acceptance settled within him. There is no shame in lowering our heads if it means securing a stable position for the future.
***
Lisa silently made her way towards Julian’s room. She paused just before the door, her heart racing wildly.
The door was slightly open, just enough to make her racing heart beat even louder.
But then suddenly, Julian pulled her into his room and shut the door with a quiet click. Her eyes widened in surprise, but it quickly softened into a shy smile as she met his gaze.
“You look very happy, Duchess,” Julian teased, his tone laced with mischief.
Lisa blushed deeply as her hands instinctively clutched her dress. “I—well, it’s just… being here, with you,” she stuttered, unable to finish her sentence.
Julian chuckled softly. “Do you like my presence that much?” he teased. “To the point where you would leave your husband for me?”
Lisa lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushing a deep red, but she didn’t respond. The silence was an acknowledgement and Julian’s smirk widened. Experience tales at empire
“No need to feel shy,” he murmured, leaning closer until his lips were near her ear. “Just admit it—you belong to me.”
Her breathe grew ragged as a wave of arousal coursed through her at his words.
Her hands trembled slightly as she finally whispered, “I… I can’t resist you.”
Julian gave a satisfied smile, and gently cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his eyes. “That’s better,” he said.
Without waiting for her to respond, he turned her around with a surprising gentleness. His hands found the laces at the back of her dress and slowly undid it, letting the dress fall away.
Her heart raced as the fabric pooled around her feet, leaving her standing in only her undergarments.
Julian gently got rid of the fabrics, revealing her big, heavy breast. Her nipples were already hard from the coolness of the air and the heat of her desire.
His eyes darkened at the sight, and he took a moment to appreciate her beauty before his hands moved to cup her breasts. His thumbs gently played with her sensitive nipples, eliciting a moan from her.
She leaned back into him, her body moving to seek more of his touch.
Julian stepped back. “On your knees,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
Lisa’s legs trembled as she complied, her knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Her breasts hung heavily before her as she looked up at him with a mix of anticipation and submission.