"Lord Hansen… Help me this once, and I will be nothing more than an old memory. And disappear completely..."
She was ready for anything. Even to humiliate herself... In a way Kylian pitied her, such a beautiful woman forced to drag herself through the mud.
Kylian took on a serious expression
"What do you mean by 'you will not see me again'?"
He pulled her up with a firm tug and embraced her. Lyra started, her breath cut short.
"Do you think I could be happy without you?" His words flowed like a balm and his eyes seemed sincere. "All this time, I have thought of you to the point of neglecting social gatherings. I have no longer courted any lady of the court."
In reality, he had simply thrown himself into his training, but what did it matter?
Believing you dead, I felt the ground give way beneath me. So I will do everything to keep you close to me. You want money? You will have complete equipment. And I will accompany you myself to the dungeon."
"But-"
"There is no 'but'. Rest. And stop saying nonsense."
He laid her delicately on the bed, the sheets rumpled under her light weight. But she caught him by the nape, her slender arms encircling his neck.
Since her earliest childhood, Lyra had known she had nothing exceptional about her. She was not a Beyond. She was only a pretty face in a world of brute forces. Then, for the first time, plunging her eyes into Kylian's, she read a sincerity that tore her apart. A gleam of true, deep, unexpected affection.
'I believed our relationship was only physical… But he loves me?'
"Lord Kylian…" Her voice was nothing more than a whisper. "Am I so important in your eyes, to the point of putting yourself in danger for me?"
He leaned toward her, a light smile on his lips, his breath brushing the hollow of her ear.
"If one day you find yourself alone, with no one to protect you… it will mean I will have disappeared long before."
Lyra let out a trembling laugh, at once fragile and luminous.
"Thank you for being here."
Then she kissed him, gently.
...
They continued to kiss, their lips pressing with growing softness. The kiss, at first delicate, deepened little by little. Kylian's tongue brushed Lyra's, exploring her mouth with sensual slowness. She moaned weakly against his lips, a soft and trembling sound that vibrated in her throat.
"Mmm… Lord Kylian…"
Her arms remained entwined around his neck, her fingers sinking lightly into his white hair. Kylian held her against him, his muscular and warm body contrasting with the fragility of the young woman. He placed a hand on her waist, caressing it through the fabric of her worn dress, then slid slowly upward, tracing the curve of her back.
Their mouths parted for an instant, just enough for them to breathe. Kylian rested his forehead against hers, his dark eyes plunging into hers.
"You are so beautiful, Lyra…" he murmured in a soft voice.
He kissed her again, more firmly this time. His lips descended along her jaw, then toward her neck. He placed a series of light kisses on her sensitive skin, feeling her pulse quicken under his lips. Lyra tilted her head, offering more access, a more audible moan escaping her throat.
"Ahh… Kylian…"
Her hands slid over his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt. Kylian slowly unbuttoned the top of her dress, gradually revealing the soft and pale skin of her chest. Her breasts, generous and round, rose under her agitated breathing. The flesh was firm, the breasts heavy and full, topped with pink nipples already hard under the effect of excitement.
Kylian placed a hand on one of them, caressing it with extreme delicacy. His fingers traced circles around the breast, still avoiding the nipple, savoring the softness of the skin. Lyra let out a trembling sigh, her back arching slightly.
"Mmmh… it's… soft…"
He lowered his head and kissed the top of her chest, tracing a path of wet kisses between her breasts. Then, slowly, his mouth closed over a nipple. He licked it with the tip of his tongue, in slow and sensual circles, before sucking it gently. Lyra moaned more strongly, her fingers tensing in his hair.
"Ahh… yes… there…"
Kylian moved to the other breast, repeating the same attentive treatment. He kneaded them alternately with one hand, feeling their weight, their suppleness, while his mouth occupied the other. Lyra's breasts were magnificent: generous, perfectly formed, the skin smooth and warm under his caresses. Each pressure of his fingers drew a new moan from her lips.
He raised his head for a moment to admire her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. Her expression mixed vulnerability and desire, making her beautiful face even more captivating.
Kylian kissed her again, more deeply, while his free hand slid along her hip. He gently lifted the bottom of her dress, uncovering her slender legs and soft skin. His fingers climbed along her inner thigh, caressing with deliberate slowness until they brushed the fabric of her panties.
Lyra trembled.
"Kylian… ahh…"
He massaged the spot gently through the fabric, already feeling the moisture forming there. His caresses remained light, sensual, taking the time to explore every reaction of her body. He rubbed her clitoris through the cloth, in slow circles, while his mouth returned to her breasts, sucking one nipple then the other.
Lyra's moans became more frequent, sharper.
"Mmmh… ahh… more… please…"
Kylian finally slid his fingers under the fabric. He found her already wet slit and caressed it with two fingers, spreading her nectar. He gently pushed one finger into her, then a second, moving them back and forth with increasing slowness. His palm pressed against her clitoris with each movement.
Lyra arched her back, her breasts rising with every breath. Kylian contemplated them, fascinated by their bounce, by the way the nipples pointed toward the ceiling. He took them fully in his hands, kneading them more firmly now, lightly pinching the nipples between his fingers.
"You are so wet…" he murmured against her ear. "Your body responds to me so well."
"Ahh… Kylian… don't stop…"