Chapter 263: Loving Fiance

Aria’s chest heaved beneath the bunched nightgown, her breath pluming into thin silver wisps. Her golden eyes were wide, glassy, and completely undone, looking at the wicked, unrepentant grin on his lips.

"You are truly incorrigible, Volsver," she whimpered softly, her voice ragged, breathless as she weakly tried to slap his shoulder with the back of her wrist. "Devouring the evidence right in front of me... have you no shame left in that wretched soul of yours?"

"None whatsoever, my lady," Eren murmured, his voice dropping into a whisper as he crawled up her body, parting her knees further with his thighs as he settled between them. "Shame is a luxury reserved for men who don’t have a gorgeous fiance waiting to be ruined on a balcony at midnight."

Before she could give another retort, Eren swooped down, capturing her lips in a deep, devouring kiss.

The taste of her own nectar still lingered on his tongue, passing between them as his mouth crushed hers with hungry desperation.

Aria gasped into the kiss, her resistance melting instantly. Her arms shot up, wrapping around his neck, pulling him down until their bodies fused into a single, trembling line of heat against the freezing terrace.

Her fingers dug frantically into his hair, parting his dark locks as she tilted her head to grant him deeper access into her mouth, her tongue tangling greedily with his.

Eren broke the kiss just enough to trail a hot, planting rough, possessive nips along her throat. Aria let out a breathy, high-pitched shudder, her back arching off the velvet as his teeth grazed the sensitive point right beneath her ear.

"Eren... please..." she breathed, her fingers tightening into claws against the back of his shirt, her hips shifting restlessly against his pelvis, chasing the friction she desperately needed. "Stop teasing... I don’t want words right now..."

Eren pulled back by a fraction of an inch, his eyes burning with dark, absolute adoration under the moonlight.

"As you wish, Lady Reedings," he whispered against her lips. ℯ𝐥.𝒄ℴ𝓶

Eren shifted his weight onto one arm and reached down, hooking his thumb into the waistband of his trousers and dragging them down past his hips, past his thighs, letting them bunch somewhere around his knees.

His little brother sprang free, already hard and heavy and pulsing with stubborn, ungrateful life even though Emma had wrung him out less than two hours ago. The veins along his shaft stood out in the cold air, twitching eagerly against the bare inside of her thigh.

Aria looked down at him. Then back up at his face. And a slow, devastatingly smug smile curved her lips.

"There’s my man," she whispered.

Eren didn’t bother with a comeback. He braced himself over her, one hand finding her hip, the other bracing against the settee, and pushed his shaft inside her dripping pussy.

He entered her slowly and carefully. One long, seamless glide into her tight, scalding heat, her walls stretching around him inch by inch, fluttering and clamping in the way that made his jaw clench and his vision swim. Aria’s breath fractured into a high, thin sound.

Her whole body shuddered beneath him—but she didn’t look away. Her golden eyes stayed locked on his the entire time.

And when he was fully seated, buried to the hilt, she exhaled like she’d been holding something in for a week.

"There," she breathed. "There you are. Finally."

She didn’t care that they were on a balcony. Didn’t care that the night air was cold and the settee was too small and the city was right there below them. She didn’t care how much pleasure he poured into her or how loudly her body wanted to answer. He was with her. He was inside her. After a week of storm and terror and riding through the dark, he was finally, finally here.

A single tear slipped out of the corner of her eye.

Eren saw it instantly and cupped her cheek, thumb catching the tear.

"Hey—does it hurt? Did I—"

"No." Aria shook her head fast, almost annoyed that he’d interrupted. She caught his wrist and held it to her face. "It’s not—it’s happy. That’s all. I’m happy. And I love you, you absolute idiot. Now be a good boy and pleasure your Duchess."

Eren chuckled at her play.

"As my lady commands."

He drew back slowly and pushed back in with ruthless pounding.

Aria’s head tipped back and her eyes fluttered shut.

He found a rhythm quickly, unhurried and rhythmic. The kind of pace meant for a woman you had a week of worry to make up for. His hips ground forward on every stroke, pelvis pressing flush against hers at the hilt, and the friction of skin on skin, sweat on sweat, filled the quiet balcony with soft, lewd slap, thap, slap sounds that the sleeping inn below couldn’t possibly miss.

"Ahnhh—" Aria’s breath caught. "Mhhm—Eren—"

She was trying to be quiet. She didn’t want to wake Emma and Norelia, sleeping peacefully inside. But every stroke brought a small, broken sound out of her, and she kept biting her own lip to swallow the louder ones desperately.

Thap. Thap. Slap.

"Eren~" she whimpered, then immediately clamped a hand over her own mouth.

Eren grinned against her throat.

His hands found the loose neckline of her nightgown as he dragged it down, finally peeling it away from her chest.

Her pale breasts spilled free into the moonlight, nipples already pebbled tight from the cold and the pleasure and the sheer want of him. They seemed to arch toward him on their own, silently demanding attention.

Eren didn’t make them wait.

He dipped his head and closed his mouth over one pink peak, tongue swirling, sucking gently, eyes half-lidded with bliss.

Aria’s whole body jolted. Her hand tangled in his hair.

"Ah—idiot—" she gasped, half-laughing, half-moaning, arching her chest further into his mouth. "Don’t rush it—they’re not going anywhere—that’s all yours to taste, so slow down—"

Eren hummed against her, entirely unrepentant, and switched to the other breast, laving at it while his hips kept their steady, devastating rhythm below. Aria giggled as his mouth worked her, and she held his head to her chest with both hands like he was something precious and insufferable at once.

"You’re an idiot," she whispered fondly.

"Your idiotic duke to be," he mumbled into her skin.