divers

on her terms

CAUTION: sexual context
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"Is she here?"
„Yes, but you are not supposed to ..."

He takes a step into the house and the maid steps aside. If she is here he knows where to find her. This house is as big as his HELL HOUSE, but he has a good sense of orientation so he takes up the stairs, to her room under the roof. He supposes that she did not leave the house since they found out. She is probably caged in this big house with no friends of hers. And that's exactly why he is here.

His hand on the door handle and he enters the room, focusing his eyes on her. She swings herself around to face the intruder who opened her door so abruptly without knocking. The expression of shock and surprise on her face amuses him a bit.
"What are you doing here?"
She sounds like she would not have bet on it that he would show up. In this big house of her aunt.

"What do you think I am doing?", he teases, closes the door and crosses the room to get to her. She backs up, intimidated by his dark, strong figure in her little room. She feels like she can not breathe with his personality as big as her room.
"I do not know, otherwise I would not have asked." She sounds like she is out of her balance but trying not to get overwhelmed. Perfect. Like the strong personality she is.
"I came to see you."
"Why? My aunt does not want you here."
She looks up to him, holds his gaze which is focused on her facial expression.
"Your aunt will not prevent me from seeing you."

Still crossing the room with lazy, big steps, he chases her. She moves further, away from him, backing up to the wall in her back. She is not afraid, simply surprised to see him here. He did not seem like the type to show up at a lady's house just so he could see her.

"What are you doing?" He does not stop to move closer and she continues to move back, until she reaches the petit table on the small window in her room. A soft gasp escapes her lips. Now that she is backed against the table and stuck she can recognize this look on his face. He is amused. Like a lazy, big panther he moves closer, tall and dark with dangerous glowing eyes. She shivers slightly because she knows that look. The last time, he looked at her that way, she ended that satisfied in his bed, that she would not move for hours. His eyes linger over her, brushing her body like soft, teasing feathers. And she can not argue that his fire is not swallowing her whole slowly. He does not respond to her question until he reaches her, caging her by resting one hand on the little table in her back and she puts one hand up to his chest, to at least get some space between them. He does not back up, instead of that his other hand strides her hair behind her ear so his mouth can devour her sweet skin.
"I am kissing you", he responds, planting kisses on her face and her neck. She takes a shaky breath as he kisses the soft skin at the nape of her neck, following her frame and pressing his lips on her shoulder, just where her neat dress gives him enough room to touch and caress her. His warm breath on her sensitive skin makes her impatient especially as his nimble fingers slip under the collar of her dress and gain more space. His lips float above her sternum, remain above her breast.
"They've grown", he mutters simply, before burying his head between her breasts. Her sigh comes out like a moan, because his rough beard irritates her sensitive skin even more. She watches him.
" We have to be careful, because she is here."

"I know but I do not care", he mumbles at the nape of her neck.
"If I want to admire you I can do so and I do not need anyones permission to do so."
"How did you know where I was?", she whispers, as his hands move down her waist. Following the seam of her dress, wandering into her back.
"You did not leave the house for over six weeks and I was told that she wouldn't let you go outside."
"Who? Who did you talk to?"
"That doesn't matter." Gripping her butt softly let her thoughts travel back to what they are doing.
"But", a soft sigh escaping her lips, "why did you ask?"