'No ,' she wanted to argue, always ready to refute that the man had saved her so many times. But it seemed he was referring to a moment Eileen didn't know. Suddenly, she remembered something he had mentioned while looking at his watch that day.
"So that's what he was like."
At that moment, just as now, she felt a strange sense of distance emanating from Cesare. She didn't know what to say to someone who seemed to be wandering alone in another time.
Eileen remained silent, seeking refuge in his embrace. After a long moment, Cesare gently released her.
— Time for bed.
Obediently, Eileen snuggled into bed and pulled up the covers. Cesare, with meticulous care, adjusted the fabric around her neck to ensure she was warm.
Good evening, Eileen.
He stroked her forehead once before trying to leave. Quickly, Eileen pulled her hand from under the blanket and grasped Cesare's.
The man looked at his hand. Eileen gently released it and murmured:
- Goodnight.
Even as she spoke, her gaze remained fixed on him. Though she expected him to turn and walk away, Cesare kept his eyes fixed on her with a silent intensity.
A slight, unexpected, and warm smile shone in her red eyes. Then, in a swift movement that made her shiver, Cesare pulled the blanket off and slid onto the bed beside her.
He lay down, resting his head on one hand, their breaths mingling in the space between them. The rapid rhythm of his heart echoed in his ears, contrasting with the faint rustle of fabric against his skin.
'What if he hears...?'
A fleeting hesitation crossed Eileen's face, but even so, she turned to him. Cesare responded to her gesture by wrapping his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
Enveloped in its warmth, a wave of security washed over Eileen. Yet, despite the comforting sensation, an inner voice warned her against acting impulsively.
In a playful tone, Eileen said to herself, "My future husband is the one who should take care of me."
The phrase eased her guilt, calming her nerves. She gently squeezed his hands.
'Can't I be a little reckless today? It's been a nightmare...'
She realized that Cesare's absence would leave only a void filled by his specter. His touch, once oppressive, and his gaze, like the cold assessment of a butcher, now unleashed a torrent of past anxieties. Fearing this anxiety, she buried herself closer to Cesare, seeking refuge in his warmth.
A chuckle echoed in his chest.
Are you uncomfortable?
" No ," she murmured, unable to explain. " It's just that... as always, your hug calms the storm."
Even with her face flushed, the dim light of the room protected her.
But you said you didn't like it.
It was the kiss that I didn't like…
She murmured, blushing. Perhaps she had lied or changed her mind. It was hard to know.
Shyly, Eileen confessed that she liked hugs and tilted her head slightly to look at Cesare. He watched her serenely.
The contact between them, once awkward, now felt natural. Although there was tension, it was different. Instead of discomfort, she longed for something deeper.
When their lips parted slightly, Cesare moved closer. A soft "smack" echoed as their lips met. Blinking after a moment of surprise, a question escaped the man's lips.
— Weren't you looking at me because you wanted a kiss?
That was definitely not the case. But perhaps it was the languid atmosphere of the room that made it seem normal.
Eileen didn't answer, burying her face in his solid chest. The warmth in her cheeks slowly subsided, replaced by a chill in her stomach.
"The bad memories… " she murmured, lifting her head slightly. "I keep reliving them. I wish I could forget them faster."
What kind of emotion shone in Cesare's eyes? Curiosity? Tenderness? She couldn't tell, her gaze still fixed on his firm chest.
"But it's different here ," she whispered. " With you, everything's alright."
In her mind, Cesare stood on the line between good and evil. From their first meeting, he possessed a strange allure, a protector bathed in an almost angelic light. It might sound childish, but to her it was true. He was a shield against darkness, a guardian who banished the shadows.
Eileen looked up delicately. Even in the dim light, she could clearly see her profile. And she whispered:
— And now… kissing sounds good too.
Her whisper was almost inaudible, but it hung heavy in the air. Cesare's gaze softened, and a flicker of flame shone in his eyes. He gently held her face, his touch making Eileen tremble.
As soon as the timid confession slipped through, Cesare pulled Eileen's waist closer, with a tenderness that surprised her. Their bodies pressed together, a comforting warmth radiating from him. The second kiss began, a stark contrast to the first.
The man explored her lips with a boldness that made her shudder. He nibbled her lower lip with a certain roughness. A faint taste of blood lingered on her bitten lips. Her heart pounded erratically, the heat rising in waves as the kiss deepened. Eileen thought she was already used to his kisses, but she realized she was wrong. She felt a chilling sensation when his tongue brushed against her sensitive palate. A shy moan escaped her lips.
This one was unlike the hesitant kisses before. It was intense, and the way he touched her, even though gently, made her squirm slightly, unsure how to react.
Cesare stepped back slightly, his brow furrowed as if trying to understand her reaction. "Aah!" When she noticed his expression, a moan involuntarily escaped her lips, unable to hide the turmoil within her.
Then, suddenly, she felt a strange touch. At first, she thought he might have brought a weapon to bed.
But she soon realized it wasn't possible. It didn't make sense; something was changing shape, becoming more solid. Eileen froze.
The first thought that came to his mind was:
'Is it... really that big?'
Despite the fine clothing, there was no mistaking him. Then came pure curiosity.
'But... wouldn't it be uncomfortable being this size?'
His theoretical knowledge, derived from pharmacology and anatomy, was nothing compared to what he felt at that moment. Cesare's penis was very different from the average one he knew.
The heat intensified between them, becoming more pronounced as the soft member hardened. The change was unmistakable, a vivid sensation even through the fragile barrier of clothing.
— Be careful, Eileen.
Cesare murmured, his voice hoarse. A noticeable bulge pressed against his clothes. He teased her with a light bite on the cheek, followed by a soft warning.
"Certain things shouldn't be said so casually... especially in bed ," he joked.
"But… " Eileen hesitated, a blush creeping up her neck. "We're going to get married, aren't we?"
Perhaps it was the fact that they were sharing the same bed that gave her the courage to say things she would normally keep to herself.
— You said I needed to get used to it…
Faced with this, Cesare pressed his hard member against Eileen's body, expressing his intentions without words. Ready to justify his actions, Eileen protested.
That's not it. I just... feel more comfortable with kissing now.
That's good to hear.
Despite her attempt to downplay it, a wave of heat washed over her cheeks. Perhaps her words had been a little too suggestive. Suddenly, Cesare was above her, his lips tracing a path of light kisses down her neck. The gentleness of his movements awakened something new in Eileen. When his hand brushed against her breast, a low moan escaped her, not of discomfort, but of surprise mixed with desire.
In contrast to the initial roughness, his hand softened, sending gentle waves of pleasure across her skin. The way he explored her was different; there was tenderness, and an intention that went beyond desire.
She gasped when she felt his lips touch the sensitive hollow above her breast. Simultaneously, a playful movement of his fingers brushed her nipple. He continued, a delicate dance of gentle pinches and light scratches like feathers. Her body flushed with a mixture of anticipation and pleasure, Eileen couldn't speak. Only involuntary, muffled moans escaped amidst the confusion.
— Aah… mm… ugh.
As she writhed, she heard a soft chuckle escape Cesare. He lifted his face from where he was kissing her breast and looked at her, his darkened eyes observing her every reaction, then he slowly parted her lips.
Ah…
And then, suddenly, he bit her nipple.
To be continued…