Obsession and Betrayal: A Royal Love Triangle

Desire

Ida's 20th birthday was in a couple of weeks and she was elated to eat all of her favorite meals and sweet treats. The thought of such amazing food made her stomach grumble with anticipation. She grabbed her royal blue cotton shawl to help cover as the morning was still cold. She was wearing her silk ankle length nightgown that had soft french lace covering the tailored low collar and billowing sleeves. Stepping down the stairs to head to the kitchen, she smelled a sweet savory aroma pour out of the room.

Peeking her head around the corner of the open kitchen door, she laid her eyes on her personal chef Costello. She softly bites her bottom lip already craving his touch and cooking. He was leaning over the hot stove making a sweet lemon cream sauce that smelled like heaven. His strong arms bare, from his rolled up white cooks shirt. Bowls of fresh cut fruit and berries covered the wooden island behind him, along with loaves of warm bread and fruit scones. Looking at him made her cheeks turn red and her body grow somewhat hot,
Costello lets out a chuckle,

"You know I can feel you staring at me dearest, why don't you come in instead of gawking?"

Ida blushes harder, a little embarrassed at his directness towards her, dropping her cotton chawl on the floor in her eagerness.
"You know im allowed to gawk all i want and linger anywhere i want as well"

"Never said you were not allowed to dearest." Castello says in a quick response,

Ida laughs under her breath as she leans herself against the waist level wooden island behind him. The warm light poured onto her face and onto the river stone floors, through the window close ceilings. She closed her eyes breathing in the air deep smelling all of the flavors and fresh food. She loved the warmth of the kitchen air and, the aroma wafted through the air. An intoxicating blend of savory spices, rich sauces, and buttery breads.
As she took another deep breath, her mind wondering about how much effort Costello puts into every meal, how she could feel his passionate emotions in every bit she would take from his masterpieces. Their relationship was more than inappropriate for her to have such a tumultuous relationship with him but she couldn't find it in her to let him go.

She couldn't think about eating someone else's cooking or ever giving anyone else the time of day to find herself a new personal Chef. Her thought is interrupted by a rough hands cupping the side of her checks, to then travel down to her waist lifting her up onto the wood island. She felt as he squeezed her waist tight pulling her closely into his chest. She could smell the scent of baked goods and smoke and wood coming from his skin.

"Let me see your beautiful eyes in the sunlight my dearest, you're breathtaking."

Ida opens her eyes
slowly
in response to adjusting to the light, making eye contact with his deep dark brown eyes.
"I hope the cream doesn't burn, i would hate for something that smells so good to got waist, i would love a taste Costello"

Ida reaches out to push strands of dark brown hair falling out of his short messy ponytail. He smiled leaning into her hand, pulling her closer letting his head fall into the nape of her neck. He placed kisses up her neck and onto her cheek. Before passionately placing one onto her lips, Ida groaned with pleasure of tasting his lips as his tongue pouched into her mouth wanting to taste more of her.
His hand traveled up her leg squeezing her high while the other pulled her in closer by the waist. She wrapped her legs around his waist keeping him close to her, feeling his bulge grow hard against her. He pulled away for the kiss out of breath beads of sweat falling from his forehead.
Reaching his hand over to the side dipping his 2 fingers into the fluffy cream, he had taken off the stove. He placed a hand under her chin lifting her mouth up towards his fingers. Not breaking their eye contact with, she could feel her body yearn for his kiss, and more of his touch.

"Open your mouth and have a taste dearest,"

As he pushes his 2 fingers into her mouth it causing her to let out a soft moan in response. Her mouth closes around his finger, as the cream melts and thickens in her mouth. Her taste buds light up with excitement tasting the sweet lemon flavors on her tongue, she starts sucking and tasting his fingers clean in desperation for more. But pulls his finger out of her mouth, Ida looking at him with a disapproving expression. He drags his hand down her neck feeling her soft porcelain skin touching her collarbone, softly pushing away her long black hair covering her neck to place soft longing kisses down her chest. His fingers rubbing over her hard nipples, Ida sigh with pleasure arching her head back in his soft loving touch, as he kisses down her breast to her stomach dropping to his knees in front of her.

Castello buries his head in between her legs resting on her thigh and grabbing at the lose silk nightgown at its hem,
"Ida"
, he says almost begging, yarning for her to do nothing but listen to his words,

"I can't do anything without you, how I feel about you must be more than a sin. If I could wake up every morning and see your face I would be a forgiven man. Your distance tortures me to no regard. I wish to see you pleasured but my touch, my presents, my food for as long as i live. Even though I am not such a privileged person, I need you to know how much you mean to me. You are selfishly coming and going as you pleas and you know how you torture me so. And you have done it with no remorse, and I can't imagine not having you. When i would kiss the ground you walk on,"

His crumpled grip of her nightgown tightened as he started to breathe heavier than before, she grabbed his ponytail pulling his head back gently to see the look on his face.

And it was pure bliss.

His face was flushed, his eyes seemed to plead for her affection watering with tears of joy. Seeing such a erotic look on his face makes her body run hot.

"You smell like a garden of lilies dearest, it's intoxicating."

, he says running his hand up her leg and under her nightgown, grabbing it as it's hen and yanking a slit in the silk fabric.
She pulled at his hair looking at him with daggers,

"How dare you rip my clothes like there your own"

He melted into her assertive touch, as his hands traveled up her legs grabbing her waist pulling her in with desperation. But before he could say anymore, or finished what they started.

A loud bell rang by the city people, started the two. Ida grew frustrated at this interruption, because soon the rest of the kitchen help and the manner would be up and flooding the kitchen area meaning she would have to leave and finish her fun another time.