Chapter 387 Rosy and alluring

His breath, hot and steamy, blew unashamedly onto her delicate face.

Her cheeks were already rosy and alluring.

Alana’s face flushed with embarrassment as she gazed into the man’s dark eyes, unable to suppress the heart-pounding heat and excitement within them.

It made her keenly aware of one fact.

What was this about training him?

Rewarding him would be more like it.

But then she thought of those short videos she’d watched...

Alana took a deep breath. “Now, I want you to pick me up.”

She tried her best to adopt a commanding, authoritative tone, demanding that Stephan obey her orders.

But her trembling voice betrayed her nervousness.

Stephan curved his lips; seeing her like this only excited him more.

“Baby, how do you want me to carry you? A princess carry, a waist carry, or maybe... a baby carry?”

Alana’s grip tightened slightly.

She knew he was far more skilled than she was, and quick to adapt.

She bit her overly rosy lips. “Carry me like a princess. Today, I want to be your princess.”

Stephan’s lips curved into a smile. So she wanted to play a role-playing game today. Not bad... quite original.

He played along. “As you wish, my princess.”

He reached out, slipping one arm under her armpit and the other around her thigh, effortlessly lifting her up into his arms.

Alana naturally wrapped her arms around his neck.

She lifted her gaze and met his sharp, defined jawline and chiseled profile, he was breathtakingly handsome.

He lowered his gaze slightly; his long lashes framed eyes that were unusually deep.

“My dear princess, what’s next?”

His voice was low, husky, and seductive, magnetic and alluring, something most women simply couldn’t resist.

Alana blushed, struggling to suppress the tremors in her body. “Carry me into the bath.”

“As you wish.”

Stephan carried Alana and walked slowly to the nearest bath, then descended the steps one by one until the water in the bath reached them both.

“Let me go.”

Stephan raised an eyebrow. “Just like that? Since I carried you down here, shouldn’t you give me a reward?”

Alana bit her lip and emphasized, “I’m a princess.”

Stephan’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Alright, Your Highness. Your humble servant would like a reward... a french kiss from the princess. Is that all right?”

Alana scoffed.

What an incredibly rude and perverted request.

What kind of servant is so brazen as to dare ask a princess for a French kiss?

But since this was just role-playing, it was all about the thrill... there were no strict rules. Besides, it was just a kiss.

Alana deliberately ignored the man’s outrageous suggestion for a French kiss.

She said nothing, but wrapped her arms tightly around his slender neck.

She tried to kiss him, but realized she couldn’t reach him.

“You... you lean down...”

Stephan curved his lips into a slightly wicked smile. “Can’t the princess reach me? My bad. This position really isn’t good for kissing. Let’s try something else. Wouldn’t it be better to kiss like this, while I hold you?”

Before he could finish speaking, Alana’s position on top of him shifted instantly.

The man’s arms, which had been hooked around her knees, suddenly moved upward, cupping her full hips.

In a flash, her legs were wrapped around his firm, lean waist and abdomen, her hands clinging to his broad shoulders, her body pressed against his scorching chest, face to face with him...

Stephan’s hands gripped the girl’s legs, and her soft, delicate skin... as white and smooth as jade... spilled out from between his fingers.

He held her steady, feeling the warmth and softness in his palms, along with the sweet, cloying scent emanating from her, and couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh.

He gazed intently at the girl in his arms, his eyes dark and deep, veiled in intense desire. “Like this, it’ll be easier for you to kiss me, my princess.”

The man’s gaze was too direct and explicit.

Alana felt both nervous and shy inside, but having come this far, she had to face the challenge head-on no matter what.

Besides, this position was indeed perfect for her to take the initiative and kiss him.

Alana stopped playing coy and offered her soft, fragrant lips to him.

The moment her lips touched his, she could clearly feel his body suddenly tense and harden.

The hand gripping her thigh was also tightening.

His Adam’s apple bobbed incessantly as he struggled to restrain himself. “That’s not enough, Your Highness. I want a French kiss...”

Alana tentatively pushed his lips and teeth apart.

She mimicked the way he had kissed her, exploring him bit by bit...

Stephan’s eyes reddened; unable to resist any longer, he took control and kissed her hard...

He pinned her against the edge of the bathtub, kissing her fiercely and savagely, with such force and dominance that he seemed ready to devour her whole.

He had clearly said at the start that he wanted her to take the initiative, yet in the end, she was the one being passive.

After just a moment, just as she was about to suffocate, the man finally relented and let her go.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, sucking and nibbling.

“Your Highness, you did a wonderful job.”

What did she do?

It was clearly all him.

He’d just been pleasuring himself.

Stephan paused for a moment, suppressing the urge that was about to burst forth... He braced his hands on the edge of the bathtub, trapping the girl within his close confines.

His scorching breath washed over her face. “Your Highness, just a kiss isn’t enough. Do you have anything more exciting in store?”

Alana glanced sideways and noticed the man’s arms braced against her sides; the veins were clearly bulging.

She bit her lips, already swollen and red from his kisses, her mind in a complete jumble.

Something even more sensational?

She didn’t have anything more exciting up her sleeve; she’d only managed to hold on this long by sheer willpower.

Still, she took the initiative, reaching out to touch the man’s enticing, rock-hard eight-pack beneath the bathwater...

Her fingertips traced the contours of his abs, playfully drawing circles.

Stephan’s breathing visibly quickened.

He simply couldn’t stand her teasing him like this.

His large hand couldn’t help but grip her slender waist, and his thin lips involuntarily brushed against her flushed earlobe.

“Your Highness is truly cunning...”

Alana’s eyelashes fluttered. “Is that what you call cunning?”

“Well... how about this?”

Stephan’s eyes instantly turned crimson, and his Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily. His body was consumed by uncontrollable excitement!

He wanted her to take things even further!

Damn it!

She really knows how to toy with him more and more!

He couldn’t resist it anymore!

Alana saw the man’s tense body, his heavy, labored breathing, and his eyes, flushed with unbridled desire.

She felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, a desire to dominate him and take complete control.

But before long, she found herself unable to hold back.

He was even harder to resist than she had imagined.

Stephan couldn’t help but wrap his arms around the girl’s slender waist, pulling her close, feeling her soft, fragrant skin as his hot, wet kisses rained down on her cheeks.

“Not bad, my princess. You’re doing great...”

Alana’s face flushed crimson. “I can’t go on, I’m out of strength...”

Stephan curved his lips. “My princess is so delicate... already out of energy so soon? What are we going to do next...”

Alana’s ears burned fiercely. She pushed weakly against his chest. “I’m done playing. You’re so naughty.”

But she couldn’t budge him. Her feeble resistance, in the man’s eyes, was little more than a game of teasing.

It only further stoked his growing desire.

Stephan leaned down and bit her delicate ear. “No way. You’ve completely piqued my interest. I’m not satisfied yet, so we’re not stopping.