Chapter 2 - Stolen Kiss (19+)
‘Hey, where did he go?’
Isabel looked around and searched for Agares.
‘Oh no. I lost him.’
She shouldn’t have picked the handkerchief up. That way, she wouldn’t have lost him. But, on second thought, she could not be sure she would have been able to stop herself from picking up something he had dropped.
Isabel moved restlessly and agilely even in her shoes and was able to find him a short while later. There was someone else lurking in the dark shadows of the mansion. She could only see the person’s long legs and back, but that alone clued her in on who he was.
‘That’s him. It’s him.’
Her heart pounded. The man who had changed Isabel’s world simply by existing—but something was off. Looking down upon others with his height and becoming physique, he always had confident steps. Up until a little while ago, however, she had thought that he was moving a little slow, but now Agares’ steps seemed somewhat unstable.
That was not the only peculiar thing. Usually, when he was with a woman, he would spend some time with her in the guest bedroom of whichever mansion the banquet was being held in that day. Otherwise, he always returned to the grand duchy with his attendant. Today, he was neither accompanied by a woman nor his attendant.
It was really strange. He was not the type to leave his banquet companion and come to such a secluded place alone.
Agares shook his head lightly. He opened the door to a random room and entered.
Isabel hesitantly walked to the door he had disappeared behind. She reached out and retracted her hand multiple times before stretching her fingers out carefully. Her outstretched hand was visibly trembling as she held her breath and wrapped her hand around the doorknob.
Would the door be locked?
He did not seem to be in his right mind. It was highly likely that he had not locked it, but, of course, there was a chance that he had. If the door was locked, then she would just turn around and leave. She was already satisfied with the fact that she was able to see him today, and her mind would probably be in chaos later thinking about him until she fell asleep.
But, what if the door was unlocked?
What would she do if the door was unlocked? Though she asked herself that question, she could not come up with an answer. Isabel could not figure out whether she wished for the door to be locked or unlocked.
She tightened her grip and turned the knob, which twisted smoothly. The door was unlocked.
‘What do I do?’
She knew it was only right for her to leave upon discovering this; however, this was the first time she had seen him venture alone into a room like this. She pushed the door open very, very carefully. It swiveled in without a sound. All was quiet, but her heart seemed to have dropped to her stomach. She had no idea what to do and relaxed her grip in her confusion. The door swung open. She felt faint and lightheaded.
Isabel tightly squeezed her eyes shut. Her surroundings were silent. Slowly, she opened her eyes. The interior of the dark room entered her field of view. She couldn’t see him.
‘This is it. You can’t go further than this, Isabel.’
The thought seemed to be chains that shackled Isabel’s feet. As if she was nailed in place, she found herself unable to advance inside nor retreat. She had no courage to step inside, yet she admired him too much to take a step back. She knew that an opportunity like this would never come again.
Just then, she heard footsteps approaching. Someone was coming.
‘W-what to do?’
As Isabel fumbled like a headless chicken, the sound of the incoming footsteps startled her, and she quickly stepped into the room. Isabel instinctively closed the door behind her carefully. Her lips quivered as she entered the pitch-black room.
‘This is crazy! I’ve gone crazy!’
Although Isabel had told herself she had gone insane, the thought of actually leaving the room did not cross her mind. She took a step forward. The carpet beneath her was soft, but Isabel took her shoes off for extra precaution. Her eyes instinctively searched for him. The room didn’t have a separate lounge and bedchamber. Rather, the two areas were combined. Someone had collapsed on the bed in the innermost part of the room. Isabel rose on her tiptoes and approached the figure, as silently and stealthily as a feline.
Her eyes managed to adapt to the darkness and confirmed that it was indeed him: Agares. The man who haunted her dreams every night like the Devil himself—the man who dominated her thoughts and interrupted her daily activities under the scorching sun.
Everything about him was beautiful: blond hair as bright as the reflection of moonlight in water, snow-white skin, and pale lips. It was him. This was her first time seeing him from such an intimate position. He was so close to her that she could even reach out and touch him if she dared. His appearance was statuesque. Even with his eyes closed, he exuded languid decadence. She felt like she was peeking into the bedroom of a young, beautiful god.
Isabel knelt on the floor and leaned on her hands as she motionlessly observed him. He looked much more delicate from this view than he did when she peeked at him from a distance. He was more beautiful in person than he was in her dreams.
Did he seriously fall asleep here? Isabel stared at him blankly, trying to calm her pounding heart. She didn’t know when else she would ever see this man from such close proximity if not now. He was a man she would never be able to reach even if she spent her entire life trying. Isabel had decided from the moment she stepped into the room that she would not leave with any regrets. Unknowingly, she slowly closed the distance between them.
She only registered what she was doing after she touched her lips to his. His lips were soft and tender as if she had pressed her lips to a marshmallow. The scent of sweet liquor from his breath made her dizzy.
“Who is it?”
Isabel tore her lips from his in surprise when she heard his calm voice. Red irises swirled from beneath lazily opened eyelids. He regarded her drowsily. His diction, which was normally always delivered in a perfect accent, was vague, slow, and messy. Was he drunk? But he only had a few drinks today.
She had been watching him since the start of the banquet so she remembered exactly how much he had drunk. He had consumed two glasses of red wine and three glasses of white wine. She had never seen him drink hard alcohol, but Isabel had been observing him for a long time and was certain he would not be drunk from wine alone. Then, why couldn’t he sober up? Why was he in such a disheveled state?
Bewitched by his eyes, Isabel was breathless and entranced. She rose from her position and tried to run away. She couldn’t believe she had had eye contact with him, even if it was only for a moment. Isabel turned to flee but her hand was caught in a forceful grip. There was only one person that could have grasped her hand.
“Y-your Highness the Grand Duke.”
The voice that flowed from Isabel’s lips contained something that resembled despair. Agares smiled thinly at the stunned greeting. He was breathtakingly beautiful.
“Yes. Who are you? The goddess of the beautiful night?”
He had even lost his normal, formal speech, either because it was just the way he spoke in the bedroom or he was drunk from something. She could not pinpoint why.
“P-please let go.”
“You’re the one hiding in a man’s room.”
It was true. She was the one who had come in to hide.
“It’s okay. I don’t bite.”
His enunciation was drunken and slow, his voice croaky. Agares slipped off his gloves.
‘Is this a dream?’
His snow-white hands, which were usually always hidden in those gloves, were beautiful. He had neatly-trimmed fingernails, shimmering like transparent glass. A hand as beautiful as a slab of ivory marble rested on Isabel’s bosom. His eyes were glazed over, intoxicated by drugs, alcohol, or something else entirely. But it didn’t matter. The pale-handed man began to unbutton Isabel’s dress.
Perhaps it was because he was under the influence of drugs, but the hand performing the action was clumsy. His forehead wrinkled with a frown. He bit his lip and attempted to tear the dress off. Isabel grabbed his hand and shook her head.
He pulled at the cravat tied around his neck, seemingly out of discomfort. His delicate fingers popped a few buttons open, and his pale, strong neck came into view. Agares, annoyed by how uncoordinated his hands were in loosening the buttons, gripped his shirt and tore the buttons off in frustration, fully revealing his firm abdomen.
“Now you try.”
“Your dress. Take it off with your hands. I have no strength in my hands right now.”
This is ridiculous. Isabel knew she had to escape immediately. She had no idea what would happen if she undressed. An unwed lady sleeping with a man was taboo.
With trembling hands, Isabel unfastened each button on her dress one by one. She knew where his drowsy eyes were looking. They focused intently on her chest as she unbuttoned her dress and slowly revealed more of herself to him. Somehow, she found his behavior cute.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Her heart thrashed incessantly in her ribcage.
When the buttons on her dress were fully undone, all the way to below her navel, he reached out and peeled the dress off her shoulder. He took off her dress completely and tossed it off the bed. The straps of the thin slip covering her upper body were pulled down as well, and he removed the brassiere underneath, revealing her breasts. As she reflexively moved to cover her chest, his hand stopped her.
“Ah, this reaction. You’re shy.”
Agares gently rested both hands on her mounds, rubbing her pink caps with his fingertips. An exhilarating sensation wracked Isabel’s body and a throbbing heat between her legs soon followed.
Agares lied down on the bed and tugged Isabel’s torso towards him. His breath flitted across her perky, milky globes. He opened his mouth and suckled one of her tips. Agares was sucking on Isabel’s mound. Her whole body trembled at the sensation of the suction. Even in her fear, the man burying his face in her bosom and suckling on her mammary was lovely in her eyes.
Every lick of his tongue and bite of his teeth on the hardened bud sent tingles from the tips of her toes all the way to her scalp. Isabel resisted the feeling and held his head tightly. While irresistibly stimulating, the unfamiliar sensation scared Isabel. As he removed his lips, his breath blew across her dampened peaks.
His hand climbed up her leg and touched her thigh. Agares’ cheeks, lips, and breath touching her bosom were ever so tender. The skin of his body pressed against hers was firm and gave off a sweet sensation like flower petals in her hand. However, the palm of his hand, which was traveling up her slip and scrunching the fabric from her calf to her thigh, was totally solid. Agares’ hand gripped her thigh before slipping in between her legs.
“Ah, Your Highness, not there…”
It was a place that was embarrassing to touch even with her own hands, let alone someone else’s. The higher his hand climbed, the tighter Isabel’s legs closed. He laughed sweetly when he realized his hands, which had been diving inside her thin undergarments and fingering her secret garden, could no longer do so.
“Spread your legs.”
The tips of her ears reddened at his words.
Isabel’s tightly shut legs immediately spread at Agares’ honey-sweet tone. Without missing a beat, Agares’ finger entered inside. The feeling of penetration at a place Isabel had never seen nor touched made her scream and squeeze her legs shut, trapping his hand and arm.
“It’s okay. You’re doing fine.”
All throughout, the finger penetrating her opening carefully thrust in and out.
“Ah…ah. Ngh…hah. Y-your Highness, please.”
“I think I’m going to die.”
“Y-your Highness? Wh-why?”
“Ngh…it feels hot down there. It hurts. I need release.”
Agares brought Isabel’s hand to his nether regions. The area was swollen and enlarged. She could feel the intense heat from his bulge on her hands. His whole body was warming up, but his groin, in particular, was extremely hot and swollen to the point where it felt as if it could burst at any second.
“It’s hot,” Isabel muttered, not knowing what to do.
“I could die from this.”
“H-how do I do it?” Isabel asked, ignorant of the matters between men and women.
“Spread your legs.”
Thinking he might actually die, Isabel subconsciously spread her legs. A smile bloomed on Agares’ face as the tension left her legs.