“R-Riftan…”
“Come.”
He drew her to a secluded spot and kissed her roughly like a man possessed. When they parted for air, his hot breath felt tantalizing as it brushed against her swollen lips. It was not enough. Instead, it only intensified her thirst, as if she had just gulped down saltwater.
With a strangled moan, Riftan pushed her against a large tree. The rough bark pressed against her back as Maxi wound her arms around Riftan’s neck. Their wet lips melded again, and his hot, soft tongue explored her mouth teasingly. She moaned in pleasure as she stroked the smooth, flushed sides of his neck. He pushed his tongue deeper and she did not want to be separated from him ever again, not even to breathe.
“R-Riftan…”
Her lungs burned as they parted, and she panted as she stared up at him. Riftan cupped her buttocks over her thin dress and pulled her closer, and Maxi shivered as his hips ground against hers. She could not believe they were doing such a thing in broad daylight.
Perhaps she had lost her mind, too, because instead of stopping him, she found herself tugging at his tunic and caressing the sturdy muscles of his chest.
Like a frenzied hound, Riftan peppered her neck with kisses as he pulled down the top of her dress. He slid his hand beneath the fabric, and a feverish moan escaped her lips when she felt his hot, callused fingers kneading her breast.
Burning with desire, Maxi buried her face in his shoulder. Riftan pressed his hardness against her stomach and continued to tease her, and as lightning coursed through her body, she felt a primal urge flare up within her. Moaning, Maxi hooked a leg around his hip. Her body ached with the need to have him inside her. When she frantically pulled at his belt, demanding more, he shuddered and lifted up the hem of her skirt.
At that precise moment, a loud blast rang out.
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Startled, Maxi looked upto see fireworks shoot from the festival tents, lighting up the whole sky. She watched the magnificent sight in a daze before she heard Riftan groan next to her.
“Goddammit, Agnes…”
It seemed that the colorful display was the work of Her Royal Highness.
Maxi pushed him away. “S-Something must have happened…. We should go….”
“She’s just trying to liven up the festival. The woman has a fondness for loud amusements.”
Riftan let out a shaky breath and ran his hand over his flushed face, his desire not yet sated.
“Why the hell didn’t Elliot stop her?”
“I think it w-would be best to go back….”
Another round of fireworks erupted into the sky. Riftan swore again in frustration and dropped his forehead against the tree. With his burning body pinning her in place, Maxi did not know what to do. Reason returned once she heard the loud cheers coming from afar, and a wave of embarrassment washed over her.
Heavens, Sir Elliot surely must have seen us slip away….
What must the knight have thought at the sight of them frantically weaving through the crowd? Maxi suddenly felt hot. When Riftan noticed her face, crimson and close to tears, he sighed and reluctantly stepped away from her.
“Damn…Give me a moment to cool down.”
Like a dejected boy, he slumped onto the ground and rested his head against one bent knee. Maxi crouched next to him. The flesh between her legs throbbed with unfulfilled desire, and her mouth was parched. She was so mortified that she could not bring herself to look up, so instead she buried her face in her own knees while once again fireworks exploded above them.
Riftan gritted his teeth. “That woman…I’m going to toss her out of the castle.”
Maxi looked up quickly, aghast, and said, “Y-You mustn’t. We can’t treat a royal guest so poorly….”
“Guest? More like nuisance,” Riftan said brusquely. Throwing a furtive glance at Maxi, he added, “Though you two seem to have gotten close.”
Maxi grew uncertain at the question in his tone. Swept up in the festive atmosphere, she had admittedly enjoyed her time with the princess, but she still did not know what to make of Agnes. There was still something stopping Maxi from describing their relationship as familiar.
Maxi gave him an awkward smile. “I think she is a spirited person, and…she’s been very kind to me.”
“Aren’t you tired from being dragged around all day?”
