𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄

-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

Alice felt she was completely out of her mind. One kiss and she was letting him remove her corset.

She wasn't oblivious to Marcus' reputation around court. He was a known womanizer who left many women in tears. He loved the bachelor life, was never interested in marriage. He may be a Duke, but he didn't care about heirs at the moment. He wanted to live out his youth before settling down, and that was if he found the right girl.

With shaking fingers, he began to slowly undo the knot that held the corset together. It took a little longer than his usual, but he eventually got it undone. Her breath hitched when he began to unlace the strings, due to his fingers touching her back ever so slightly. She let out an involuntary moan, making them both freeze.

Marcus quickly composed himself and continued to unlace, but not without making sure he continued skin to skin contact. He knew exactly what he was doing to her due to the goosebumps all over, and she would be lying if she said she didn't want him to touch her.

In fact, she wanted him to touch him in more places than just her back.

Once it was unlaced, he let it just drop to the floor, leaving Alice in only her chemise. She slowly turned around, and this time it was his turn to loose his breath. She raised a shakey hand and untied his vest, but not as slow at him, and let that join her corset on the floor.

"Stay," she breathed out as she looked back up into his eyes.

"Just to sleep, little one," he whispered back and kissed her forehead once more. He couldn't help but chuckle at her disappointment and laid her down on her bed. He crawled in next to her and pulled Alice into his chest.

"Only because you aren't ready for that yet," he explained.

"What if I am?" She asked him boldly, surprising the both of them. The tone she used made him want to fuck the attitude out of her, but he surpressed the urge. Instead, he gave her a slight tug of her hair and made her look up at him.

"So you're telling me," he whispered as he placed kisses down her neck, "that you want me to touch you? Is that what you want, Alice?"

The feeling of her hair being pulled created a wetness inbetween her legs once again. It hurt a little, but for some reason that she didn't know, she enjoyed it.

"Please, Marcus."

Once the words left her plump lips, it was as if all self control went out the window. He kissed her roughly and allowed his hands to wander. He traced his fingers down her spine, causing her to arch her back and press into him. The friction made him groan into the kiss, and it was a sound that Alice honestly wanted to hear forever.

He then began to trail his fingers to her thighs, touching the bottom of her chemise which rose up slightly due to her movements. He teased at the ends, making her moan into the kiss when his hands lightly brushed her ass. In response, he cupped it and gave it a squeeze through the fabric, which caused her to flip them so he was on his back and she was straddling him.

Where she learned this, she had no idea. At this point, she was just doing whatever felt natural. And in this position, she was able to feel everything due to how much her chemise rose up. Her skin was now in contact with his hard on, which was straining through his pants.

He knew at this point he should stop, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Alice also really didn't want him to, either. So instead, he placed both of his hands on her ass and grinded her on him, making her dry hump him.

"Just like that, Alice," he praised. He moved his hands up to her breasts and gave them a squeeze and flicked his thumbs over her nipples. Between that and her stimulation on her clit, she was a moaning mess ontop of him. He could feel the wet spot on his pants, which only encouraged him more. He slid his hands under her chemise and looked up at her as if asking for permission. With a nod, he took it off her and threw it somewhere in the room, not really caring where it landed.