“How about this then. Let’s play a game,” Lucian leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered.
His voice was rich and seductive, like velvet sliding over her skin, and it sent shivers down her spine.
“If I’m lying to you, if this is all just a cruel trick, then all you have to do is reject me. Cast me away, cast me aside — it doesn’t matter. You can walk right out the door, go home, and be ‘safe’ once again.”
As he spoke, Lucian let his lips brush lightly against her cheek, trailing a path of hot, lingering kisses.
“Ahh…” she jolted, a soft gasp escaping her lips, and she immediately glared at him, eyes burning with a mix of anger and something she couldn’t quite understand.
“But if I’m right…then everything changes, sister dear, you’re as good as mine. Do you dare to take that risk?”
She glared at him, trying to fight her growing arousal.
“If your source is so accurate, why can’t you tell me everything at once instead of wasting my time?” she retorted defiantly.
“Because I love seeing you squirm. Don’t pretend like you don’t find this at least a little exciting. The idea that you could be engaged at a moment’s notice, ‘sold’ away to some foreign prince, completely powerless to stop it. A perfect recipe for a classic tragedy.”
He slowly began to explore her body, his fingers gliding over her exposed neck, leaving a trail of heat wherever they went.
“Your situation has already been hopeless, and yet, you insist on continuing down the same path. Can’t you see? It’s just an endless loop of pain. Can’t you smell the tragedy in the air?”
Moving her long hair aside, he ran his hand down her bare arm, caressing it gently. “But there’s another way, a way out…you just have to let me help you.”
She inhaled sharply, his touch making her stomach twist in a strange and terrifyingly pleasurable way.
“Think about it. Don’t you want to leave your mark on the history books, as more than just an irrelevant side character?”
Lucian leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, then teasingly flicked his tongue over her earlobe, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
He stroked her cheek. “To rise above the others and seize true power? Isn’t that what we all crave?” His eyes locked with hers, their dark depths drawing her in.
“Our bloodline is rotten to the core, stained with corruption and greed, all for the sake of holding on to an empty throne. It’s the perfect backdrop, no?”
“Tell me what you have in your stupid mind. What are y….ou-?” Her voice faltered as Lucian closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a deep, unexpected kiss.
The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced — soft, warm, and strangely comforting. It wasn’t the fierce, demanding kiss she had feared, but something gentler, almost tender.
Mmmph~ mmmmaaaah~
It felt like the kind of kiss two lovers might share in a stolen moment of peace, sweet and intoxicating, with a subtle hint of danger lurking just beneath the surface.
Her mind raced, filled with a chaotic mix of thoughts and emotions. She had imagined countless scenarios, prepared herself for every possible outcome, but nothing could have readied her for this.
The kiss was so simple, so normal, yet it held a power over her that she couldn’t understand.
As their lips parted, she felt a strange sense of loss, as if something vital had been taken from her.
The warmth of his lips lingered, leaving her breathless and confused, every word of protest she had known suddenly forgotten.
Her rational mind was screaming at her to yell, — why did you kiss me? How dare you, you scoundrel? Why are you toying with me? How dare you??
Yet a voice at the back of her mind whispered to her: it was so good. No, it was wrong. It was forbidden between brother and sister. It was totally inappropriate… but why do I find it arousing?
It must’ve been the tea, she told herself. Yes, it must be the tea. It must have caused her mind to be overwhelmed, and it was causing her to feel these confusing, conflicting emotions. He must have mixed some herbs in there that were messing with her.
Yes, that must be it, nothing more…
As if on cue, his fingers wandered to the collar of her dress. He paused for a brief moment, as if waiting for her to object, and when he heard nothing, he continued.
The silk fabric of her gown glided easily, without removing he only glided his nails along the smooth skin beneath.
Her heart beating faster, her mouth growing drier by the second.
His hands caressed her skin gently that was covered by her dress, sending sparks of heat wherever he touched. His touch was intoxicating, drawing her in like a magnet.
Their eyes met, his gaze burning with raw desire, and she felt her legs grow weak beneath him.
It was wrong, wrong, wrong a thousand times over, but because it was the first time another man touched her, she found herself experiencing feelings she had never known before.
The thought of him stopping, of him breaking this connection, left her feeling empty. A feeling, a hunger, unlike anything she had ever known before.
The very thought of a forbidden act was frightening, the notion that the two of them would do something taboo made her tremble.
Forbidden fruit is sweetest, indeed.
Unable to hold back any longer, she suddenly broke the spell that was holding her captive, crashing her lips into his with a passionate ferocity.
As Lucian’s lips met hers, the kiss began tentatively, her inexperience evident in the way her lips awkwardly sought to mimic his movements.
It was her first time kissing, and the unfamiliar sensation made her heart race, her thoughts a chaotic swirl of excitement and nerves.
The kiss was sloppy at first, her lips unsure, but Lucian guided her with practiced ease, his movements slow and deliberate, coaxing her to follow his lead.
Sluuuurppp~ smoooooochhh~
Mmmwaaaaaaah~
The wet, intimate sounds of their lips pressing and sliding together filled the air, each smooch sending waves of warmth coursing through her.
When their tongues accidentally touched, the unexpected contact sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her body tremble involuntarily.
The sensation was electrifying, and though the kiss was far from perfect, Lucian’s guidance made it feel deeply intimate, their lips moving together in a dance that left her breathless, craving more despite the awkwardness.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally separated. The air around them felt heavy, laden with tension.
Their eyes were locked onto each other, and she could see her own hunger and lust reflected in his gaze.
“Dear me, how could you act such a way, sister?”
Isabella averted her eyes in embarrassment, she opened her mouth wanting to apologize, but no words came out.
Lucian’s fingers traced along her neck before stopping at her chest, his movements slow and deliberate.
He could feel her heart fluttering rapidly beneath her skin.
“Does your chest feel that heavy?” he teased with a smirk.
Her face flushed bright pink.
Lucian caressed her nipples that were growing firmer each passing second through her thin dress.
“It seems your whole body’s eager, dear sister. It is simply screaming and writhing to be touched,” he continued as he gently squeezed them, enjoying the texture of the soft flesh.
“Well, since I’m the one to blame, I guess I’ll have to make amends. Don’t you think so?”
He pinch and kneaded her breast as if sculpting a piece of dough, her expression was so beautiful in the throes of pleasure.
It was at this moment that an incredible and dangerous idea arose in the hearts of the two people.
Ahh~ Ummmmm~ Mhhmmmnn~
Her arms and legs had already grown numb. Every nerve in her body was screaming for release.
Lucian pulled her close, their faces mere inches apart as his breath tickled her cheeks.
“Even though your mind resists, your body doesn’t lie. Tell me what do you want, dearest sister. How may I serve you best?”
His voice was filled with seduction and danger, and for the briefest moment, a thousand images and scenarios flashed through her mind, but it was far too late for any excuses, her arousal was impossible to deny.
“Lucian, nn-please… Stop… it’s wrong…” she pleaded.
“You kissed me without my permission. Don’t you think you need a little punishment, my dear sister!?” He cupped and caressed her large breasts through the sheer fabric, massaging them roughly.
“Luuccian..ah, Nnn, NOO, uummmm!” Her voice became soft, full of lust. “B-ut it’s y…ou wmmmmho kissed me first! HHMMMM…”
“So what? Now am I the bad guy here?” The smile on his face was dangerously lascivious, as if an insatiable beast had broken free.
“If you need my help to break off the marriage, you need to give me something. Something far more valuable than a measly ‘thank you’ or your common, boring virtue.”
“I…A..mhn…!!”
“But I must say sister dear, your kissing skills could use a bit of work, hahaha” he said teasingly.
“Lu…nnuunnn- Aaaaah..!”
“See, do you want me to teach you? We’ll have some real fun! Hee hee, so how would you like your kiss, Sister dear?” he asked as his hand trailed to her nipples, twisting and tugging them harder as if he was playing with a child’s toy.
Ahhhhhh~
He suddenly ducked down and bit at the erect nipple in his fingers through the layers of cloth.
Mmmm~ MmmmNNNN!~
Isabella arched her back, the surge of ecstasy as exquisite as it was unexpected. It was nothing like she’d ever imagined.
“Tell me do you want to learn how to kiss? Well, who would be a better choice than your dear brother? A real man, in front of you and waiting to be pleased?”
“A-alright! Please!” Her eyes were watering from the unfamiliar sensations, but the desire, the lust burning within was undeniable.
With a soft and quick nibble on her pink-lips, their lips touched again and slowly moved in perfect synch.