[Exclusive] TIS 1328.3 R18 Beach Episode (8). Testing Boundaries
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.3 R18 Beach Episode (8). Testing Boundaries
Her lashes fluttered again. Her lips parted slightly.
“You make it hard not to.”
Oh.
I slid my hand higher, fingers brushing the side of her neck, then tangling lightly in her hair. I tilted her head back gently.
“You have no idea how dangerous that sounds,” I whispered.
She shivered again.
My other hand slid down her side, along the curve of her waist, then lower. Slow enough that every inch of contact felt intentional.
She trembled beneath my touch.
“Fragile,” I murmured. “So delicate.”
Yet she didn’t pull away.
Instead, she stepped closer.
Pressed herself into me.
Her body against mine.
Her hands moved up my chest, exploring the lines of muscle slowly. Testing. Curious.
“You feel strong,” she whispered.
“I am.”
She swallowed.
“And you don’t scare me.”
I leaned down and brushed my lips against her ear.
“Maybe you should be.”
She exhaled sharply.
But instead of retreating, she slid her hand lower. Over my stomach. To my hip.
Testing boundaries.
Bold little princess.
“You’re trembling,” I said again.
“Because you’re close,” she replied softly.
I kissed down the side of her neck, just enough to make her gasp. My hand tightened at her waist, pulling her flush against me. She could feel all of me now. My heat. My size. The clear evidence of what she was doing to me.
Her breath stuttered.
I leaned back slightly, watching her expression.
There it was.
That flicker of hunger beneath the innocence.
“You want this,” I said quietly.
She hesitated.
Then nodded.
“Yes.”
“Say it properly.”
She looked up at me, cheeks burning.
“I want you, Your Majesty.”
The title in that soft voice did something dangerous to my head.
I pressed her back gently until she met the edge of the bed. My wings arched slightly behind me, enclosing the space.
“You understand,” I said slowly, “that once you become my bride, you will crave me.”
Her hands gripped my arms.
“I already do.”
My control slipped just a fraction.
I grabbed her waist and lifted her effortlessly, setting her onto the bed without breaking eye contact. She gasped softly at the sudden shift.
I leaned over her, hands planted on either side of her body.
“You’re too willing,” I murmured.
She smiled faintly.
“You said I could choose.”
I did.
And she was choosing boldly now.
I slid my hand up her thigh, over the silk of her gown. She sucked in a breath when my fingers pressed just slightly higher.
“Princess,” I said, voice dark and steady, “if you keep reacting like that…”
Her lips parted again.
“Then what?”
“Then I’ll stop being gentle.”
She shivered.
Not from fear.
From anticipation.
And that?
That was infinitely more dangerous.
Her hands moved to my face, cupping my jaw softly.
“Make me your bride,” she whispered.
My eyes darkened.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“I do,” she breathed.
And somehow… the sweet innocence didn’t look fragile anymore.
It looked hungry.
And I intended to feed it.
I moved first.
No hesitation.
No softness now.
My hands slid to her waist and pulled her upright from the bed, forcing her to stand in front of me again. The princess gown pooled around her feet like it was already surrendering on her behalf.
“You asked for this,” I said quietly.
Her breath trembled.
“Yes… Your Majesty.”
That title in that shy voice.
It made something dark unfurl inside my chest.
I reached for the delicate ties at the back of her dress and tugged them loose. Slow. Deliberate. The fabric loosened under my fingers. I didn’t rush it. I wanted her to feel every second of being undone.
“You look like you’ve never been touched,” I murmured as I slid the dress off her shoulders.
She flushed immediately, red blooming across her cheeks, down her neck.
“I—”
“Shh.”
The gown slipped lower. Over her breasts. Over her hips. Falling away entirely.
She stood there.
Naked.
And for a moment she looked so absurdly pure that it almost felt criminal.
Her head bowed slightly. Hands instinctively trying to cover herself before I caught her wrists gently and pulled them down.
“No hiding.”
She swallowed.
Her skin was warm under the soft golden light. Breasts rising and falling quickly with each breath. Nipples already tight, betraying the innocence she was trying so hard to maintain. Her thighs pressed together shyly.
She really did look like a maiden about to be claimed.
And I was the ink that would stain her forever.
I stepped closer.
She didn’t move away.
My fingers traced from her collarbone down the center of her chest, brushing lightly over one breast before circling slowly around her nipple. She gasped softly.
“See?” I murmured. “You react.”
Her lashes fluttered.
“You don’t look corrupted,” I continued, voice low. “You look ready.”
My hand moved lower. Over her stomach. Pausing just above where her thighs met.
She trembled.
Her head lifted just enough for her to glance at me shyly.
There was something in that look.
Not fear.
Not doubt.
Anticipation.
“You’re red everywhere,” I said softly. “And I’ve barely touched you.”
I slid my thumb along her hip and pressed her gently backward until she felt the edge of the bed behind her knees. She sat automatically.
Good.
I leaned down, placing my hands on either side of her, towering over her seated form.
“Look at me.”
She did.
Eyes wide.
Breath uneven.
“You’re not going to break,” I said quietly. “You’re not glass.”
My hand cupped her breast fully now, squeezing a little firmer than before. She moaned softly, her body arching instinctively toward the pressure.
“There,” I said. “That’s real.”
Her fingers reached up, gripping my forearm.
“You feel fragile because you’re pretending to be,” I added. “But your body? It’s begging.”
Her lips parted.
I brushed my thumb over her nipple again, slower this time, watching it tighten further under my touch.
“You want me to stain you,” I said bluntly.
She shivered.
“Yes.”
Barely audible.
But enough.
I smirked.
“Then stop looking down like you’re ashamed.”
I slid my hand between her thighs, not pushing further yet, just resting it there. Her legs parted slowly, shy but willing.
“There’s no purity left to protect,” I whispered.
She looked up at me again.