Chương 27: Pack more luggage

Ignis's lips move from my neck to my shoulder and then to my chest. It happens one inch at a time, so I don't immediately notice.

His attention follows his kisses, so I soon realise he's staring at the rim of the dress, wondering whether to move it again or not.

Or, maybe, he's just waiting for me to get used to the idea.

When he gathers his courage, he uses a finger to let the rim fall from my shoulder. His lips touch my chest, sinking in the soft breast. He trails down, following the cloth that uncovers, little by little, my skin.

I close my eyes and throw my head back, sinking in the pillow. Focusing on these feelings seems more pressing than watching right now.

A sigh leaves my throat when Ignis bites me, light yet thrilling. I don't even realise it, but my breast is soon uncovered completely.

His lips split, and his tongue tickles my nipple until it becomes hard and sensitive. I pull his hair when his mouth engulfs it, making me moan and pant.

All the world disappears when my skin starts itching and burning, thrills take over my back and rule for ages, and my lungs need air yet can't collect enough.

In between my thighs, it's hot and somehow wet. My feet curl when Ignis moves up and tickles my nipple with the tip of his tongue. I split my legs lightly, reacting to an ancient instinct that tells me it's the right thing to do.

With less reluctance than before, Ignis moves the other shoulder of the nightgown. When both my breasts are exposed to the air, he moves to the other one and starts sucking lightly. His tongue circles around the nipple, and he sometimes licks the bare skin or bites the soft flesh.

The moans are more intense and more frequent as time passes. I release Ignis's hair when I realise that I'm pulling without mercy. I don't want him to go bald: it would be such a pity!

When did my arms even get to reach his head? I was clearly exploring his chest a few minutes ago.

I move my fingers on his shoulders, and they naturally stick into his muscles. Oh, this won't be better, will it?

Meanwhile, my body temperature rises as if I had a fever. My legs quiver and my stomach is clenched and suffering. It's as if my body is asking for something, but I can't tell what that is.

«Oh, Ignis,» I sigh when his face sinks in between my breasts. He moves lower, kissing along the way.

Every time he moves away, every time we lose contact, I feel like drowning in an endless sea.

Yet, every time he comes back to kiss me, my lungs are filled with sweet air, together with the scents from the bath still lingering in my hair.

Ignis stops before reaching my belly, maybe annoyed by the nightgown on his path. He returns to my neck, and the thrills from before haunt me again.

Oh, I like being kissed here so much. Ignis knows where my sweetest spots are, and he insists there until receiving a louder moan of approval.

With trembling fingers, I surround his face and make him turn to me. After exchanging a look, I pull him to kiss me.

This time, it's not as awkward. My tongue and his entwine and dance together, sometimes touching each other and sometimes exploring our mouths.

One leg is lifted from the mattress and locks around his hip, and I don't even know if I did it on my own. My muscles don't respond to my will anymore. Or, maybe, they're doing it so efficiently that I don't have time to think before it's done.

After a long, long time, our kiss ends.

Ignis returns calm and composed way sooner than I.

I need to catch my breath, calm my heart, and convince that damn leg to return on the mattress.

Meanwhile, a pair of tender hands place my gown back and cover my chest. The same hands also move the hair, freeing my eyes from annoying locks.

«Do you like the scent of the bath salts?» he asks as if we never did anything at all. As if we lied down to sleep.

«I do,» I say, following his fingers with my eyes.

He presses the thumb and index finger together, turning off the candle. He repeats with the second one, and the room is finally dark.

Now that I think about it... He could see me this whole time. Is that why he left the candles to burn?

«Then, we can ask the maids to pack some to bring with us. We'll also get a better carriage while we're at it. We'll have some space to load luggage...»

While talking, his arms convince me to lie in his embrace. He even tucks the covers so that we don't feel cold. It's hot outside: it's one of those nights where the air is still, and not a single breeze alleviates the heat. Yet, Ignis covers me.

Maybe it's because of the shivers. But I'm not quivering because of the cold, not at all...

«Will we depart tomorrow?» I ask him. I'm surprised myself by my clear voice. My heart is so unstable, but at least my throat is working. No matter the moans from a few minutes ago.

Oh, goodness. It was so intense!

«Yes, after lunch.»

«Lunch?»

«Give me some time to gather what we need, Veronica.»

I nod against his shoulder.

«Also, I like the flowery scent so much,» he comments after a few seconds of silence. «It makes me want to kiss you from head to foot.»

Oh, was that his intention? He stopped because of the gown, right?

Should I retrieve something that won't be in the way for the next time?

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