CHAPTER 75: DESIRED LOVE

Annabel’s eyes, like a pair of sapphires gleaming in the candlelight, gazed at me with both passion and innocent surrender.

"Leo..." she whispered, her voice trembling but sincere. The softness in the way she said my name seemed to momentarily erase all the palace intrigues, thrown struggles, and chains.

I gently laid her on the bed, every curve of her body becoming more pronounced in the candlelight. I spread her legs a bit more, my hands roaming over her hips, the warmth of her skin burning my palms.

I slowly pressed my penis against her vagina, pausing at the entrance, feeling her breath. Annabel’s hands clung to my shoulders, her nails lightly digging into my skin.

"Leo... please,"

The sapphire glow in her eyes had deepened even more in the dim dance of the candlelight. In that moment, her state had swept away the cold intrigues of the palace and the shadows of thrown battles. There was only her and me; in this room, in this instant, the world consisted solely of the two of us.

I slowly leaned down, brushing my lips against her neck. The sweet scent of her skin, a light blend of lavender and vanilla, drew me in. My tongue wandered over the sensitive spots on her neck, and I could feel her pulse beating. Annabel’s breath came in short gasps, her hands tightening on my shoulders as a small moan escaped her lips.

"Lord Leo... Mmm," she said again, her voice trembling but filled with desire.

I slowly slid my lips downward, to her collarbones, and then to the full curves of her breasts. Annabel’s large breasts looked smooth and inviting in the candlelight.

I gently cupped them with my hands, my thumbs circling around her nipples. The hardening tips responded instantly to my touch. I leaned in and took one into my mouth, lightly licking it with my tongue, then sucking. Annabel’s back arched like a bow, her hands gripping my hair, pulling lightly.

"Ah... Lord Leo, this is too..." she moaned, unable to finish her words before surrendering to another moan.

I moved to the other breast, giving it the same care. My tongue drew circles, lightly biting, then sucking. My hands held her breasts firmly while my fingers danced rhythmically over her skin.

Annabel’s breaths quickened, her moans filling the room. With every movement, her body surrendered more, her hips twitching involuntarily.

"Please... more, ahhhh..." she whispered, her voice almost turning into a plea.

I pulled my lips away from her breasts and slowly slid downward, planting small kisses on her belly. Every inch of her skin was like a treasure waiting to be discovered. As Annabel’s hands roamed through my hair, I spread her legs a bit more. I slowly slipped off her underwear, her bare skin glistening in the candlelight.

I leaned down, brushing my lips against her inner thighs, first one, then the other. With each kiss, Annabel’s breath grew shorter, her hips shifting impatiently.

Then, I slowly touched my tongue to her vagina. It was moist, warm, and sweet; its taste filled my mouth. I found her clitoris, gently touching it with the tip of my tongue, then lightly sucking. Annabel’s hands gripped my hair more tightly, and she let out a cry, but it was one of pleasure.

"Lord Leo... ahhh, oh God!"

I began rhythmic movements with my tongue, licking her clitoris while slowly sliding my fingers inside her. The warmth and tightness inside her vagina drove me wilder. As my fingers moved rhythmically, my tongue continued its dance on her clitoris.

Annabel’s moans were now uncontrollable, her hips syncing with my rhythm, her body trembling with pleasure. "Leo... I can’t take it," she pleaded, her voice trembling and fragile.

I quickened the movement of my tongue, my fingers sliding deeper, feeling her contractions. I knew she was approaching the peak of pleasure, but I didn’t want to end it yet.

I slowed down, letting my tongue glide more gently, more teasingly around her clitoris. Annabel’s hands clutched the bedsheets tightly.

"Please... please... ahhhh!" she moaned.

To drive her a bit crazier, I returned to her breasts. Keeping one hand on her vagina, I caressed her breasts with the other, pinching her nipples between my fingers. I brushed my lips against her breasts again, sucking, biting, and with each movement, Annabel’s moans filled the room even more. Her body was arched like a bow from pleasure, trembling with every touch.

Finally, I slid back down, bringing my tongue back to her vagina. This time, I moved more decisively, faster. As I sucked her clitoris, my fingers continued their rhythmic dance inside her. Annabel’s hips lifted, her breath caught, and finally, with a scream, she reached the peak of pleasure. As her body contracted and relaxed, her hands didn’t let go of my hair, crying out my name.

"Leo Ahhhh! My lord, I... Ahhhhhh... Leo!"

As her breathing returned to normal, I slowly lay beside her, resting her head on my chest. Annabel’s eyes still sparkled, her cheeks flushed, a shy but happy smile on her lips.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice sleepy but sincere.

"I love you too, Anna," I said, running my fingers through her hair.

Annabel’s golden blonde curls shimmered like silk in the candlelight. With her head resting on my chest, her warm breath circulating on my skin, I could feel her pleasure-trembling body beginning to calm. But the sapphire glow in her eyes still burned with a fire; her shyness had melted away, replaced by an untamed desire.

Annabel slowly lifted her head, her eyes finding mine. That familiar shy smile appeared on her lips, but this time there was something else in it — a wild, almost predatory hunger.

"Leo..." she said, her voice no longer trembling, but echoing in a determined tone. "I want you. All of you. Now." Her words exploded like a storm in the dim silence of the room, catching me off guard.

I leaned in and kissed her lips, this time more hungrily, more wildly. My tongue parted her lips, intertwining in a sweet dance. Annabel’s hands roamed over my chest, her nails lightly scratching my skin, as if her passion was about to overflow. As I deepened the kiss, she pressed her body against mine, her full breasts touching my chest, her hips shifting impatiently.

Her delicate yet curvaceous body drew me in more with every movement; elegant yet so seductive.

"Anna, you’re driving me crazy."

She smiled, but this smile wasn’t innocent; there was a teasing, inviting curl at the corner of her lips.

"Good," she whispered, "because you’ve driven me crazy too, my Lord."

The emphasis in her words, the slightly mocking tone when she said "my Lord," fanned the fire within me even more. I laid her on the bed, gently spreading her legs. Annabel’s curvaceous hips, slim waist, and full breasts were like a work of art in the candlelight.

My hands slid from her waist to her hips, the smoothness of her skin burning my palms. I slowly pressed my penis against her vagina, pausing at the entrance, feeling her breath. Annabel’s hands clung to my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, but this time her impatience was clearly felt.

"Leo... please, don’t make me wait," she pleaded, her voice trembling with pleasure.

I slowly entered her, her warmth and tightness enveloping me. A cry escaped Annabel’s lips, but immediately after, her hips lifted toward me, as if demanding more.

"Yes... Ahhhhh... I... feel so good... Ahhh," she moaned, her voice now completely surrendered, filled with mad desire.

I found my rhythm; starting with slow, deep thrusts, each one filling the room with Annabel’s moans. Her body, with its curves, adapted to me, her hips joining the rhythm with every movement.

I leaned down and cupped her breasts once more, pinching her nipples between my fingers, lightly pulling. Annabel’s back arched like a bow, her head sinking into the pillow, "Leo! Ahhh, oh God!" she cried.

Her state, delicate yet so seductive, fired me up even more. I buried my lips in her neck, sucking her skin, lightly biting, and with each movement, Annabel’s moans rose higher.

I quickened my movements, my hips syncing with hers in rhythm. Annabel’s legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer. The muscles around her vagina tightened, and with every thrust, I felt her trembling with pleasure.

"Leo... I love you... ahhh, but please, slower!" she pleaded, her voice desperate but full of passion. My hands gripped her hips, pressing her against me, delving deeper with each movement.

Annabel’s screams were now uncontrollable, echoing in the room. Her body was arched like a bow from pleasure, her hips lifting involuntarily.

"Leo! I... ahhh, I can’t take it!" she cried, her hands clutching the sheets tightly, her nails as if about to tear the fabric.

Her wild state, the surrender of her delicate body to passion, was driving me to the edge too. I quickened my rhythm even more, continuing with deep, powerful movements. Annabel’s contractions intensified, I felt her reaching the peak of pleasure, and in that moment, she cried out my name with a scream:

"L-lord Leo... AHHHHH! NO... AHHHH!"

Her body convulsed, her eyes rolling back. As she trembled and her body spasmed, squeezing my penis tightly, her contractions carried me to the summit too. After a few deep movements, all the tension inside me exploded within her. Breathless and sweaty, we clung to each other, her body still trembling.

Annabel’s head rested on my chest, her golden blonde hair spilling over my face. As our breaths slowly returned to normal, a shy but happy smile appeared on her lips.

"Leo..." she whispered, her voice sleepy but still shy. "I-I love you."

I ran my fingers through her hair, feeling her warmth. "I love you too, Anna."