Your Majesty, I’m Not that Man - Chapter 4. The Tyrant’s Gift (7) (M)

The simplicity of her request sent a powerful jolt through Cassion. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, and before he could stop himself, he leaned down and captured her soft lips with his own.

The moment her lips met his, something primal stirred within him. He kissed her fervently, unable to hold back his need. As his tongue traced hers, tasting her for the first time, Lavinia exhaled shakily, her breath warm against his. Even her sigh felt like a teasing whisper that set his blood aflame.

“Leni…” he murmured, his voice thick with yearning.

He had promised himself he wouldn’t succumb to his baser instincts, repeating it to himself throughout the night. Yet, the simple act of her allowing his kiss unraveled his carefully built restraint.

Just as his hand began to explore her delicate form, Cassion froze, his fingers trembling against the thin fabric of her nightgown. His thoughts warred against his desire. You can’t. If you touch her too much, you’ll scare her.

Sensing his hesitation, Lavinia opened her eyes, her expression a mix of uncertainty and faint embarrassment. The heat of his desire, palpable even through the fabric, made her cheeks flush crimson.

“I’m sorry… Don’t worry about it,” Cassion said quickly, trying to downplay his obvious yearning. His voice cracked slightly, and Lavinia hesitated before responding, her voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s… okay too.”

Her softly spoken words were sweeter than any honey, a quiet invitation that left Cassion staring at her in disbelief. Lavinia, unable to meet his gaze, turned her head away in embarrassment, her shame evident in the slight tremble of her body.

“But… still…”

Cassion’s unfinished sentence hung in the air. His awkwardness only deepened Lavinia’s shyness, and as she buried her face against his neck, wrapping her arms around him, his body grew feverish.

“Lavinia…”

Does she not know what kind of beast she’s entrusting herself to? Cassion thought, overwhelmed by her innocent acceptance. Her naive trust felt like it might crush him entirely.

His piercing blue eyes, burning with restrained lust, roamed over her trembling form. She was so beautiful it was suffocating, so much so that he struggled to maintain control.

His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, undoing the ties and lifting the fabric of her dress. The sensation of her soft, bare skin against his fingertips was maddening, and he clenched his jaw tightly to keep his composure.

His breaths grew heavier, and for a brief moment, he worried that she might find them vulgar.

The thin nightdress Lavinia had worn was gradually pushed upward. Normally, she would have worn a loose robe to bed, but knowing Cassion would visit, she had chosen the dress instead.

When she sat up to help him remove it, Cassion’s breath hitched. Grateful yet desperate, he tugged the garment over her head, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Even in the faint, hazy light filtering through the curtains, the urgency on Cassion’s face was impossible to miss.

Rather than feeling afraid, Lavinia found herself inexplicably pleased. She didn’t fully understand why, but the sight of Cassion, so focused on her, stirred something warm within her.

Without thinking, she reached out and touched his clothes, her movements hesitant yet deliberate. Seated across from her, Cassion immediately noticed what she was doing. The realization made him restless.

Her undressing me? That can wait, he thought desperately. All I want is to touch her now.

His restraint was already fraying, every fiber of his being urging him to close the distance between them. But he knew Lavinia wouldn’t think the same way. For once, he forced himself to wait, scraping together the last dregs of his self-control to let her set the pace.

His tension didn’t go unnoticed. Lavinia, seeing his obvious frustration, couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

That laugh startled Cassion. His eyes widened in surprise as he watched her smile, so unguarded and genuine.

She can smile around me? I can make her smile?

The thought filled him with indescribable joy. It was as though her laugh lit something inside him that he hadn’t known existed—a quiet yet overwhelming happiness.

“Your Majesty?”

Seeing Cassion’s eyes sparkle with joy, Levinia looked puzzled. Cassion chuckled softly, leaned in to kiss her, and threw off his top. He placed her hands on his muscular chest and then proceeded to remove his trousers himself.

“You smiled, Lavinia… you smiled in front of me.”

Realizing that it had been a genuine, natural smile and not one forced for appearance’s sake, Lavinia was surprised herself. She instinctively touched the corners of her lips, but Cassion paid it no mind as he pulled her into an embrace.

Their two bodies intertwined as they were laid down on the bed. Feeling his soft but urgent hands begin to stimulate her body, Levinia twisted slightly. It was embarrassing, yet it felt pleasant. Her heart raced, though she didn’t even understand the emotions behind it.

The hand wrapped around her waist slid lower and firmly grasped her bottom. His touch was greedy and sensual, igniting warmth throughout her body.

“You need to spread your legs, Leni.”

Didn’t you ask me to hold you?

She hadn’t said anything like that. Yet it seemed her permission had been interpreted that way. As Lavinia hesitantly spread her legs, Cassion’s desire pressed against her sensitive mucous membranes. She was startled, wondering if he was really planning to push it in just like that, but instead, Cassion merely rubbed the tip against her entrance.

“Hik…”

The sensual heat was overwhelming, and Levinia twisted her body beneath him. However, his waist was already settled firmly between her spread legs, leaving no room to escape.

“This is going to go inside you, Lavinia…”

She already knew this was coming. After all, it wasn’t her first time being held by Cassion. Yet as his words remained ambiguous, Lavinia looked up at him in confusion, only for his lips to press against hers.

“Mm…”

The fact that Cassion enjoyed kissing her was… strange. It left her with an odd feeling. His body, pressed against hers, felt even hotter than she remembered. As his hungry hands roamed over her, Lavinia’s body trembled—not from fear, but from a different kind of shiver entirely.

When she timidly responded to his invasive tongue, tasting it back, Cassion’s eyes seemed to ignite like a spark hitting dry tinder. The realization that this fire wasn’t joy but a different kind of excitement heightened Lavinia’s strange, growing emotions.

“Leni… touch me.”

With a voice thick with suppressed excitement, Cassion pleaded. For some reason, Lavinia found that she liked the sound of his pleading tone. Was it because Cassion’s voice was naturally pleasant to listen to? No, that wasn’t it. It was his desperate gaze and the raw desire he directed at her that stirred something in her, making her feel… pleased.

In her relationship with Cassion, Lavinia had always been passive. She was too afraid of doing something that might displease him, hesitant to act on her own. After the moment of penetration, when her body was overwhelmed by sensation, it would move on its own. But until then, she simply accepted whatever he gave her, merely feeling and enduring.

“Leni…”

At his repeated pleading, Lavinia finally reached out her hand. She had thought Cassion’s body was beautiful, but she never imagined there would come a day when she would actually touch it like this.

Of course, she had embraced him before and buried her face against his chest, but… she hadn’t expected to touch him this boldly.

“Mm…”

As soon as Lavinia’s cautious hand made contact, Cassion’s expression faltered, as though he could barely endure the sensation. When her hand traced the firm, alluring contours of his chest, exploring the shape of his muscles, Cassion let out a low moan, his voice rough with desire.

Seeing Cassion’s expression crumble with pleasure made Lavinia’s heart start to race. The expression he had worn when he embraced her—when he entered her—had also drawn her attention before, but at the time, she had been too overwhelmed to properly take it in.

Now, however, in the light of day, she could see every detail of Cassion’s face. Watching him respond to her touch was strangely satisfying.

“This is… strange. How I’m feeling…”

As her heart pounded, Lavinia continued to tentatively explore his chest with her hands. While she did, Cassion reached down, slipping his hand between her legs.

Her thighs, spread wide, revealed that she was already somewhat wet as his fingers brushed against her sensitive spot.

“Ah…!”

His fingers slipped inside, teasing her heated interior with deliberate movements. Cassion’s gaze, enraptured, lingered on Lavinia’s face, now contorted with pleasure, as he continued to move his fingers.

“Leni…” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire.

“Ah, ha… Your Majesty…” Lavinia moaned, her voice trembling as she felt herself melting into the sweet, intoxicating heat that enveloped her.

Cassion knew exactly where to touch to make her feel good, too precisely for it to be coincidental. Lowering his head as though to kiss her, he focused on her most sensitive spots, rubbing them in a way that was undeniably sensual.

“Ahh… Ahh! Mm…”

Feeling embarrassed under Cassion’s intense gaze, Lavinia turned her head away. But Cassion lowered his head to meet her eyes again, locking onto her green eyes now hazy with pleasure. He targeted the spot where she felt it most with unerring precision.

“Ahh! Aah, Your… Your Majesty…! Ugh!”

His fingers curled inside her, tormenting her with a sweetness that bordered on cruelty. The relentless waves of pleasure left her unable to even take deep breaths, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Ahh! Ugh! Stop…! Ah… Your Majesty, if you keep looking…! Aah!”

“Why?” Cassion murmured, his voice filled with both amusement and affection. “You’re adorable, Lavinia…”

As he whispered softly, Cassion added another finger. The entrance stretched further, and soft, warm fluids overflowed from within.

“Ahh… ah… Your Majesty… ngh…”

The way Cassion’s intense gaze seemed to pierce through her made Lavinia feel unbearably self-conscious. Even his low, murmured words felt overwhelming. It was as if everything about him—his gaze, his voice, his touch—was infused with affection, and that thought frightened her.

Driven by his impatience and burning desire, Cassion’s sinful hands continued to melt her resistance. Then, suddenly, he withdrew his fingers.

Revealing his overwhelming arousal, Cassion pressed the tip of his erection against her entrance, sliding it against her now-soaked folds. The fluid that had run down to her thighs slickened him as well, and even that simple contact made him let out a low groan.

“Leni, I’m going to put it in now,” he said, his voice husky and full of need.

For some reason, it felt as though this was the first time she was giving herself to him, as if all their previous encounters had been erased, and they were starting anew. Nothing had truly changed between them, and yet the moment felt strangely significant—both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

“Yes…”

As soon as Lavinia gave her consent, the tip of Cassion’s length pressed into her soft entrance. Suppressing his impatience, he moved slowly, easing himself inside. The sensation made her feel as though her inner walls were endlessly stretching to accommodate him.

“Ahh…”

His heat penetrated her deeply, and it felt as if his overwhelming desire was transferring to her as well. A thought began to take shape in her mind—she wanted to accept him more fully, to take him in completely.

“If only… if only I had been your destiny, and not Albert…”

The sudden surge of emotion brought tears to her eyes, but she fought them back. If she cried now, she feared Cassion would stop, startled by her reaction. That was the last thing she wanted.

“Faster…”

Her trembling lips formed the plea, and it seemed to push Cassion’s restraint to its limit. His patience, already worn thin, was now completely spent.

“Ahh…!”

As Cassion thrust deeply inside, Lavinia’s body jolted involuntarily. Holding her tightly in his arms, Cassion let out a low groan, his breath trembling. Lavinia, too, wrapped her arms around him, her slender legs curling around his waist. The movement elicited a deep moan from Cassion.

“Leni… my Lavinia…”

His whispered words were filled with devotion, making Lavinia’s chest tighten with emotion. She cupped his cheeks with her hands, her gaze meeting his.

“Kiss me, Cassion.”

Hearing his name pass from her lips, Cassion swallowed hard. The sound of her voice calling to him, paired with the way she looked at him, made him feel as though he would do anything for her.

My queen.

My life.

Cassion embraced her fully, his entire body enveloping hers as he captured her lips in a kiss. Though the kiss began tenderly, it wasn’t enough to contain the depths of his desire. Their tongues intertwined, their breaths mingling as they shared a fervent, lingering kiss, savoring each other’s warmth and taste for what felt like an eternity.

“Hah… Lavinia…”

He wanted to whisper that he loved her, but it was far too soon for that. Cassion feared that the moment he spoke those words, Lavinia might try to run away. Swallowing the urge, he gazed at her with burning intensity, pouring his emotions into his movements as he began to thrust his hips. Slowly, he worked to stretch and deepen the space inside her, and Lavinia’s expression gradually softened, her features melting with pleasure.

“Hah… ngh…”

“Leni… ngh… ah…”

Her warmth enveloped him more sweetly than the first time he had held her, more intoxicating than in all the times they had been together since. To Cassion, it felt as if Lavinia was beginning to open her heart to him, even if just a little, and that thought filled him with quiet joy.

“Ah… ahh…”

What had begun as slow, deliberate movements transitioned into thrusts that pushed deeper, grinding into her. Lavinia arched her back, her body jolting as she clung to him, her voice filled with breathless moans.

Gripping her ankles, which were wrapped around his waist, Cassion adjusted her position to move more vigorously, his motions becoming more urgent.

“Ahh! Your Majesty… ngh… ahhh!”

Cassion spread Lavinia’s legs wide as he thrust into her with fervent intensity. He was desperate to make her feel every bit of the pleasure she had allowed him to share.

“Ahh, ahh! Aah! Ah… ahh…”

The sweet sensations coursing through her entire body made Lavinia cry out unabashedly. For the first time, she wasn’t tense or fearful as she surrendered herself to Cassion’s embrace. The pleasure was so overwhelming that her mind seemed to go blank, and she didn’t care in the slightest.

“Ah… it feels so good… Ahh! Ngh… Your Majesty!”

As she moaned, her hips shifted involuntarily, but Cassion responded by pressing her lower body down with his own hips, pinning her firmly. The movement pushed him even deeper inside her, and the room filled with the lewd sounds of their joined bodies.

“Ngh… ahh…!”

Lavinia instinctively tried to lift her hips to take him even deeper, but the stimulation was too intense. With every thrust, her inner walls tightened, and her hips bucked involuntarily. It seemed Cassion was adjusting his angle, as he grabbed her waist and began pounding into her with even greater force.

“Ah, ah! Aah! Ahhh! Ngh, ahhh, ahh…!”

The relentless pistoning left Lavinia unable to think about anything. Saliva trailed down her cheek as her legs, spread wide, shook lewdly with each movement. As her vision repeatedly blurred and went white, it felt as though fireworks were exploding in her mind. And then—it hit her.

“Ahhh…!”

As the relentless thrusts drove her to climax, Lavinia trembled uncontrollably, her body wracked with waves of pleasure. Cassion, too, seemed to reach his peak, releasing deep inside her. The sensation of the warm, obscene fluid filling her made Lavinia shiver, as though her insides were being soaked with his desire.

“Ngh…”

Lowering his head, Cassion kissed Lavinia softly as he eased her waist back down. For a moment, it seemed as if he was savoring the afterglow, but Lavinia knew better—Cassion would never be satisfied with just that.

Sure enough, when she glanced at him, his blue eyes burned with passion, still smoldering with an insatiable need.

“Lavinia…”

Even in her overly sensitive state, her body still quivering from the intensity of her release, the look in his eyes was overwhelming. Lavinia’s cheeks flushed red as she met his gaze, her voice trembling.

“Ahh… Your Majesty… please… just touch the places that feel good…”

Hearing Lavinia’s trembling voice as she pleaded, Cassion swallowed hard. Her words and gestures had stirred his desire to the point where he could no longer make any promises. Instead of responding with words, he expressed his unrestrained lust with a searing, passionate kiss, his movements conveying what he could not say.

Though it wasn’t night, Cassion felt as though he could continue indulging in Lavinia’s body until darkness fell. Realizing that the reins of his restraint had completely snapped, he let a wicked smile play across his lips.

Soon, the room was filled with Lavinia’s sensual moans, each one more intoxicating than the last, as if she might cry out in ecstasy at any moment.