You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 477

"Fuhh... I fear... that was I to tell the depth of my intentions... the lady would feel scared... for it is not... simple friendship... much less simple courting that I am... looking from yourself, Lady Marianne." — Zeleskiaz, feeling as dazed by the emotions while the lady sighed breathlessly as they felt drawn to each other’s lips, came to hold her visage with a precious caress as faint as he could, letting out his soul itself in honest yearn as more of his depths was confessed. — "I... This inquiry makes myself wonder if the lady has turned a blind eye to the grazes I stole... to the closeness I’ve never ceased to seek even when hoping to respect you... to every caress I could not hold back..."

"... Umh... t-that is-"

"Did you believe that it was a carefree impulse?"

"... n-no..."

"Then... did you not feel... how every speck of my being was... throbbing to the delight of having you, Lady Marianne...?"

"... N-no, I..." — Meeting his eye that conveyed some knowledge of her answer, Marianne halted before allowing herself to lose composure once closer at the pull of his hand. And she smiled... glad by the sincerity and excited by the distance becoming nonexistent. — "I also feel it... the depths of your intentions... I did fear them..."

"... my lady-"

"However, learning them from my prince’s lips... I welcome them... *smooch* truly pleased..." — She said seductively pure while leaving him speechless by the kiss her lips laid on his hand. Softly conveying her full acceptance of his courting. — "I accept... the intentions of the prince towards myself... Therefore... conflict shall depart from us whenever a graze is desired... from this moment on... Prince Zeleskiaz."

*Gulp...* — "...T-truly? You accept..?"

"Yes... Truly... I accept, my Prince." — Ignoring the pain it would cause on her ankle, Marianne stood on her toes to reach the man’s edges that too overwhelmed by the lady’s honesty could not think straight as to what to do with the emotions that wanted to take her passionately at the unexpected graze she granted... Hence, her delight was the one to pull his lean so their lips could meet, making him stammer as he followed... and while she swallowed the pain of wounds as she preferred his grazes... a man in love Zeleskiaz was... and the daze from the daydream-like confession would be dismissed as the taste of the woman could not be an illusion played by his heart.

"My lady..." — His arms hugged Marianne’s thin waist, raising her weightlessly so the ankle would lose the strain placed on it... and he smiled at the natural hold she took of his jaw... This time without the silence she used to carry in her being. — "Do tell me... that this is not another dream I have crafted in impatience... That this hold I have of you... I am permitted to never lose..."

"It does feel as if it is, haha~... The times we spent telling nothing about it appears difficult to believe that have ended..."

"Your sound is what I cannot finish to believe.... it is sweeter than I imagined... I only waited so this acceptance of courtship could be told with this sound, my lady..."

"... how charming you are..." — Forbidding the loss of his gaze, Marianne said as he lowered her, closing her lids and asking for more grazes Zeleskiaz was now nervous to give. — "Yet it appears like... both of us had the same wish behind our wait..."

"..."

"A reason for myself to grow this voice... you became one of them, Zeleskiaz..."

However, the permission had been given by the allure of the woman holding onto him, delicately yet dearly, and leaning so she would not find difficulty in the desired affection... Zeleskiaz took the lady’s gift to place it on his shirt as no vest was worn, taking the hand of the lady that lovingly traced it with fondness...

"... Marianne..." — He said excitedly to the close address she had commenced. — "Since you are recovering... P-perhaps it is wise for me to continue some restraint and not indulge in this happiness..."

"... do you have to...?"

"... uh... w-well..." — Shaken to hear what once he could not at her quiet, Zeleskiaz felt speechless. Looking into the grey of her eyes unable to get his ideas together because now, her thoughts could be told without the restriction she had decided to dismiss.

"?... what is it? You appear conflicted." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"... M-my lady, I need to be honest... t-the way your eyes meet mine has not changed yet... h-hearing you say this unlike you did before... has me slightly troubled."

"? Why is that? I... although you did not hear it, I did reply within my silence to you like this before..." — Feeling troubled herself, her head lowered shyly. Glancing at him, pure as her original essence yet brazen in timidness as the one she later acquired. — "Obviously, you could not tell each of my thoughts yet I have always answered-... ah... now I feel embarrassed, haha~ Now that you said it I can tell why it troubles you."

"..."

"You are not used to listening to my replies..."

"I will get used to this delight... I promise..."

"... a delight, huh? How lovely." — She said, provoking his swallow... while a difficult desire kept telling his heart to gain affectionate grazes from her edge.

"..."

"? Your Highness?"

"..... It is... nothing."

"Um... You have permission, my prince..." — To his intent stare, Marianne said aware of the desire causing chaos in his entranced hues. Trying to draw her visage closer for the caress she once had limited with one step closer. — "The chances you once were allowed... t-truthfully... I have long lost count of them..."

"..."

"... no... fuhh... I simply... stopped counting them..."

The timid allure of the lady slowly brought his endeared edges to faintly graze hers as her sound struggled by the pleasant shiver an already invested hand provoked as it stroked her back warmly to help their distance even as his other grasped the enticing bone of a hip as if resisting itself to dive deeper in the skin below after gaining another caress of her fleshy lips that never even in their blissful taste of softness could satiate the devotion of the man.