The Untold

XXIV.

Secret Chateau - 15:45

Author's POV

Y/N eyed him, scanning his face for his features, how attentive and focused he looked as he lazily laid on her nude thigh, slightly covered by the bright sheets of the bed, tracing a few circles around her belly button.

His straight dark hair was plastered around her skin, his cheek against it, making an obvious difference in color of skin, due to his olive one. His lips, rosy, were shut and his long dark lashes almost laid upon his cheeks since he kept his eyes almost closed, gazing the forms his finger drew. His body, also nude, laid in between her legs, as he put his weight on the side, leaving her a full view of his chest, abs and arms, legs crossed gracefully.

They were silent for a few minutes already, lazily and simply laying on that bed, from where none of them had escaped since the night before. Even after hours of repeated thrusts, licks and all kind of touches, neither of them desired their way out.

On the bedside table laid the tray of food the servants had brought and from where they'd regained energies, while sitting in bed.

Y/N kept her hand on the high pillow, her body slightly sit, her hair everywhere, body comfortably laid and uncovered, feeling the breeze that came through the window upon her skin, making her displayed nipples hardened.

'Tae' she spoke eventually, her voice low and calm. He simply hummed 'Did you ever actually fuck those women?'

'Which women?' he asked, keeping his attention on his finger. His voice was really deep and hoarse and it sent a shiver down her body, directly to her core.

'The ones I captured' he looked up at her, facing her with his eyes, without moving his body. He analyzed her posture, trying to understand the meaning behind her question. He surely wouldn't want to make her mad, he knew what she was capable of when she was.

'Some of them I did. Others didn't' he simply said, attention back to his drawings. She watched him, wanting more.

'Which ones specifically?'

His finger stopped and a deep breath came out of his lips. He paused for a second before talking 'Why do you want to know?' she shrugged, not talking. His eyes plastered on her belly button, the gold piece hanging on it, the piercing he'd seen being made so many years ago 'You've caught them already, what's the point in knowing now?' he asked, she remained silent. His lips curved to her reaction: he didn't even need to face her to know what she was thinking.

His finger started trailing bigger circles, eventually tracing random lines on her abdomen. She watched him carefully, feeling how the tip of it made her skin curl, his touch almost like a deeper breeze. The line he drew was suddenly straight even if curvy and he slightly moved his head down as the tip of his finger subtly scratched down her bone hip, reaching the tip of the leg he wasn't leaning on 'Do you for instance want to remember how you tortured them specifically?' he spoke again after a moment. She eyed him and he could feel her muscle tense as he trailed his touch inside her thigh 'Do you want to remember their pleads and begging? Their faces as you ruined their lives?' His finger moved towards the middle of her leg, touching the piece of sheet in between her legs, covering her womanhood. Her body was warm, too warm, as he trailed dangerously close.

As she didn't respond, he raised his face, looking at her. Lips pressed against each other, her breath was obviously changed, her eyebrows slightly frowned.

His lips curved into a smirk and he moved himself, for the first time in a while. He laid on his belly, in between her legs, both his arms on each side of her body, his head in front of her breasts. She watched him: how he faced her in between them, both her nipples peaking out due to his proximity, wetness spread in between her legs, just by his touch, by his presence.