“Really? I’ll bake them again next time.”
Her smile looked just as sweet as the meringue cookie.
“Why did you make it though?”
“What?”
“I thought I told you to rest well through the butler.”
“Well, I needed a mouthful of something sweet after taking my medicine.”
Looking at Molitia, who seemed to accept the situation rather indifferently had caught Raven’s eyes.
“Why didn’t you make the chef do it? I’ve asked them to listen to everything you say.”
“I’m sure they would have different types of cakes.”
She softly sighed. The grandeur of breakfast had astonished her. Fortunately, lunch wasn’t prepared as a feast but she thought that it was still too much.
Nevertheless, she ate very well. Words were flowing out of the mouth of the delighted Molitia continuously.
“I wanted to eat chocolate too… It’s quite simple to make and it only needs a few ingredients.”
‘Chocolate’. He engraved that word deep inside his mind.
“What about dinner?”
“I haven’t eaten as I wanted to dine with you. I couldn’t even share a meal with you for breakfast, so I thought that I could at least join you for our last meal of the day.”
“I can be very late.”
“No, it’s fine since you’re busy with work.”
Molitia shook her head lightly.
“The table is a little too big for me to eat alone.”
Back at the Count’s residence, she always ate alone. She had to dine in bed when she was sick and she was left to eat alone at the enormous dining table when she wasn’t. All of that was due to her weak constitution that apparently shouldn’t be transmitted to her younger siblings.
“Let’s dine together, then.”
Molitia was stopped suddenly from trying to respond to Raven’s words. It was due to her lips that were completely ensnared by the touch of Raven’s after he gently took hold of her chin.
His lips tenderly swept through her own soft lips. Molitia’s mouth tasted as sweet as it can be, perhaps due to the fact that she had eaten cookies just before taking a rest in bed.
“Um… Duke.”
“Call me by my name. Don’t just use it in bed.”
Her unexpected stupor had tantalized him greatly, which made his kiss extended a little longer.
He thrusted his tongue even deeper into her mouth. As he found her very own organ of taste, he pressed his own onto it to further entangle them together.
His hand gradually went down as he stroked her hair. Her eyelids trembled softly when his hands were all over her thin clothing.
“Wait, dinner…”
“A little later.”
“Ah.”
Her moans escaped naturally as he slid his hands tenderly along her inner thigh. His hands that continually caressed her spine woke her senses up, therefore making her lean back much more alluring than usual.
As he rubbed his fingers over her underwear, sensuous groans started flowing out of her mouth. At this rate, they might go all the way. A bright red light suddenly flashed across her mind.
“…can we have dinner now? I’m famished.”
He paused himself hearing her words.
“Can’t I just take a moment?”
“I’m really hungry right now…”
He frowned his brows slightly. The hand that was fluttering within her thin skirt gradually disappeared. His hands were then withdrawn completely only after he had stopped stroking Molitia’s hair in regret.
“Butler!”
The butler immediately rushed to the door at the call of his voice.
“I’d like to have our dinner here.”
“I understand.”
In the bedroom, again… With the exception of today’s lunch, all of her meals for today were prepared in bed. Her face flushed instantly as she recalled being caught in the act by the maids.
“Is it alright now?”
“What?”
“I’m asking if I can have you first before dinner arrives.”
“Wait, Raven…ah.”
His hand quickly grabbed hold of her soft chest while wrinkling her clothes as well. It was such a pity that he couldn’t taste her bare skin even though it was just snuggled right in his palm. All this because he couldn’t be sure when his servants would arrive with their meal.
His big hands sensually traced along her thighs making them stiffened with anticipation. He then soothed her tightly closed legs before gently spreading them open. After that, he buried his face deeply at Molitia’s nape while stroking his hands inwards.
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