As our lips remained locked, we timidly caressed each other.
As if there were an audience watching.
Fiora's tongue had a peculiar texture. I could feel the papillae on her tongue, yet it was warm.
It felt like receiving a heartfelt embrace. So much so that I wished time would stop.
Just as I tried to deepen the kiss, Fiora flinched.
"Ah, ah! Lucian, I apologize. I'm doing something so vulgar…."
She tried to pull her hand away, as if trying to regain her senses. Just moments ago, she had been caressing me as if she was about to rip my pants off.
I grabbed her wrist. I gave Fiora a quick peck on the lips and said,
"No, it's alright."
"This is not something a noble should do. Move aside."
"Ma'am, right now, please do what you desire as a woman, not as a noble. It's alright."
At my words, Fiora's mouth fell open in surprise. Perhaps those were the words she had always wanted to hear.
Fiora was the Acting Lady of the Manor. She must have always been surrounded by people.
