And in that moment, every part of me screamed, “I love this man!” So today, I was going to fully commit to the role. It was time to play the wicked seductress.
“Lukie…” I placed a hand against his chest. His robe was partly open, secured by just enough clasps to keep it from falling.
“Yes?” he replied, his voice trembling slightly.
I smiled, then I slid my hand through the gap of his robe, touching his bare skin with the back of my fingers, and mimed the motions of undoing the clasps. “Don’t you want me to undress you?” I tipped my head as I asked, and suddenly his abs tensed up.
Do bodies really do that?!
I couldn’t keep my hands away. His skin was just so smooth and warm. As my touch trailed upward, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, looking faintly troubled.
“Where’d you learn how to seduce someone like that?” he demanded.
“From you. Who else could have taught me how to undress someone?” I pouted a little, and he tipped his head cutely in return, making me blush this time.
“Do I really tease you that much?”
Why is he trying to laugh it off? He’s way too good at playing innocent now!
“You begged so sweetly for me to undress you more than once. How can you not remember?!”
“Sweetly, huh? Well, then. I’ll undress myself this time.”
He popped the clasps open before I could even react and shrugged off the robe like it was nothing. And the body he revealed underneath left me completely speechless.
“Wha…”
His broad shoulders, strong arms, and sculpted chest…all were somehow graceful. Maybe it was because his waist was so lean and tight.
I’d seen him shirtless plenty of times, obviously, but seeing him standing there like a living sculpture, along with that ridiculously beautiful face of his… Well, I just couldn’t handle it. My cheeks burned, and I had to look away.
When I realized just how far the bed actually was, my lips began to tremble. And then, as if to fluster me even more, my cute husband hit me with a very not-so-cute line.
“Would you prefer if I begged sweetly too?”
“Y-you can’t go throwing me off by flirting back like that! It’s not fair!”
I love that soft, gentle smile he gives when he leans in, but behind it, he’s got a personality of pure evil! For once, I manage to take the lead, and he steals it back just like that.
Frustrated, I tried to give him a light smack, but he caught my wrist.
Then he guided my hand onto his cheek, down to his neck, along his chest…and suddenly I was drenched in sweat.
“I thought maybe cute alone wasn’t enough. So I’ll behave… Would you undress me?”
“W-wait, please… No more teasing…” I couldn’t even tell if the pounding in my ears was his heartbeat under my palm, or my own. He slowly came closer, his golden eyes locked on me, and I looked up at him through tears, pleading.
He pressed his lips against mine and released a quiet laugh.
“Ha ha… Your husband will stop at nothing to seduce his wife. You wore this outfit because you wanted to love me, didn’t you, my sweet little wife?”
“Th-that is…I mean…”
There was no way I could deny it in this outfit. It was obvious. But I also couldn’t just blurt out, “Yes, I was trying to jump your bones!” so all I could do was nod, mortified.
But why did my dear husband start undressing with such confidence the moment I did that?
“Wh-what are you doing?!”
“Well, I thought maybe if I stripped first, it’d be easier for you to invite me to bed.”
He started untying his sash without a bit of hesitation, prompting me to panic and cover my face.
I don’t know what goes on in his head! How am I supposed to walk hand in hand with a stark naked Lucas over to the bed, it’s just…normal? Please just stop, stop, stop!
“No! Absolutely not! That just makes it harder! Wait, Lucas!” I shrieked in desperation, trying not to look as his pants threatened to slip down. I barely managed to grab his hand.
“So is it because the bed’s far? Well, then, I guess I’ve got no choice. I’ll make love to you right here.”
“Wh-what?”
Instead of stopping, he took my hand and spun me around. I stared dumbstruck in the mirror at my own shameless reflection.
He slipped his hand up under the hem of my chest piece, then hooked a finger on the clasp. My eyes widened, and Lucas murmured in a low and threatening voice from behind. “If you’re embarrassed, I can’t force you, can I? That’s why I’ll do it right here, where I can see every inch of you. Let me make love to you here, and maybe I’ll be able to forgive you for forbidding me from it earlier.”
“Th-that’s not fair!”
Forbidding him from it earlier?! He’s making it sound like he’s bound by some kind of curse!
And yet even in the mirror, those unrelenting golden eyes made it clear he wasn’t backing down. I gave in with a whimper.
“It’s your call, Cecilia. You said you wanted to love me. So tell me, what do you want me to do?”
“Undress,” I said tentatively. “I want you to undress.”
He’s really going to strip right here, isn’t he?
But then my utterly beloved husband decided to be wildly indulgent in the most sadistic way.
“No, Cecilia,” he said in the sweetest voice imaginable. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Y-you’re the worst! Get on the bed right now and sit!”
“Ha ha. Yes, darling.”
So that’s why he said, “Is it because the bed’s too far?” He was trying to draw it out and coax me into asking, wasn’t he?! Thanks a lot!
But seriously, why do you always back me into a corner like this, Lucas?! If you were going to walk over to the bed this easily, you could’ve just taken the lead and offered your hand, then let me seduce you, like a proper gentleman would!
I smacked his outstretched hand.
“Are you mad? You just looked so lost. I was wondering what you’d do. Honestly, I’m kind of torn. I wouldn’t have minded doing it in front of the mirror with—ow!”
“We are not doing it in front of the mirror!”
“Ha ha!”
Ugh, even his laugh is cute, the jerk! And he’s seriously considering the mirror! He didn’t even try to say “Just kidding”! He’s so blunt it’s dangerous… But that hint of sweetness at the end’s actually got me going again!
All right, Lucas Theoderic. Get ready. I’m going to take my time enjoying just how adorable you are.
“I’m sitting. What next?”
The way he plopped down on the bed was almost too precious, and I had to focus to keep my voice firm. “Stay right there, Lukie.”
“Cecilia?” He tipped his head in his usual adorable way. Nope, I’m not answering you!
Instead, I reached up and grabbed the beautiful glass bottle on the nightstand.
Then, I gave him a gentle push on the chest and straddled him.
“Cecilia.”
Is he nervous? Maybe things aren’t going how he expected…
He shifted like he was about to sit up, so I decided to switch up how I talked to him to throw him off.
“What is it, Lucas?”
“Um, what’s that?” Just as I expected, he blushed and pointed at the bottle in my hand. I smiled sweetly.
“It’s oil from a plant called myrrh.”
“Oil…”
“It’s supposed to help with massages once you’ve warmed it with your hands. They say it feels really good, and it’s harmless even if it gets in your mouth, so I thought it’d be the perfect reward for such a hard worker.” I explained what I’d learned from Yana, as I slid the ribbon loose from his pants, and then poured a few drops of oil onto my palm before warming it between my hands.
“What do you mean, it feels really good? This is going to be embarrassing, isn’t it?!” Maybe he imagined what I was about to do, or maybe that one line just really stuck out to him. Either way, Lucas froze and started dragging himself up the bed in a panic.
I pressed a kiss to his chest while I stroked it gently with my oiled hands, keeping him in place.
“Cecilia, wa—mmph!” He shuddered but didn’t resist. He just accepted it like always. He was so earnest…and so utterly devoted to me.
“I love you, Lukie. So much.”
“Ugh, I love you too, damn it…”
Even when I blurted it out suddenly, he always said it back. That little habit of his only made me fall harder.
Our tongues entwined, and as I gave in to the desire burning inside of me, I slid my oil-slicked hand down to his pelvis and found his heat waiting.
Lucas inhaled sharply when I gently wrapped my fingers around his already hard shaft and stroked just enough to confirm it. I carefully kept my hand moving while applying oil to myself, too, doing it out of his line of sight.
Then I sat up and took a good look at him. His cheeks were flushed, his lips were wet, and his eyes were dazed and glistening. He wasn’t rejecting me. He was pleading for more.
The hoarse sounds escaping his throat, and the hot throbbing of his rigid cock were all the invitation I needed. I flipped the bottle over with a determined little smile.