Chapter 42: Episode 42.
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Adele rushed into her room the moment her father allowed her to leave his presence.
"Out." She yelled at the maids arranging her room for the night. "Get out now. All of you." She added, breathing heavily.
They all scrambled out in fear.
She pulled her shoe, and fell into her bed. Her tears finally fell freely. Adele grabbed her pillow, rolled over, and sank her face into it.
She sniffed, and instinctively, she reached for the other corner, but sadly, no one was there. Her heart ached more, and she sobbed further into the pillow.
A memory found its way into her mind.
FLASHBACK:
Torak knocked once.
Adele opened the door almost immediately, as if she had been standing there all night, waiting.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Torak’s gaze swept over her, slow, and deliberate the moment she opened the door. The silk of her nightgown, the softness of her hair, and the nervous rise and fall of her chest all burned through his chest.
He exhaled quietly.
"This is such a bad idea," Adele murmured, stepping aside to let him in.
Torak chuckled under his breath as he closed the door behind him. The click echoed louder than it should have.
In the next second, his hand found her waist.
He pulled her toward him and spun her around, pressing her gently, but firmly, against the door.
"What is?" he asked, his voice lower now, with his fingers tilting her chin up.
He didn’t wait for her answer.
His lips found hers. The kiss was soft, giving her the free will to pull away, or kiss him back. Adele’s breath hitch, as her fingers curled instinctively into his shirt.
Everything about him felt certain.
Her hands trembled slightly as they moved against him, unsure where to rest, what to do, or how to match him.
Torak noticed.
The kiss slowed further, not losing intensity, but shifting. He began to guide and teach her through the kiss.
When he pulled back just enough to look at her, Adele’s lips were parted, with her eyes wide, and her thoughts scattered. Her lips were a bit swollen now, and more red.
"Is this your first time with someone?" she asked softly, almost afraid of the answer.
"No," he said simply, brushing his lips along her jaw, and down her neck.
Adele let out a small, awkward laugh. "Oh."
He paused just enough to glance at her. "It was nothing," he added. "At least not like this. Just with women from the brothel."
Adele swallowed, gathering what little courage she had left. Her hands pressed against his shoulders, and with surprising determination, she pushed him back toward the bed.
Torak let her.
Amusement flickered in his eyes as he sat down, watching her like she was something rare.
"Come here," he said almost like a command that wasn’t a command.
Adele hesitated only a second before moving toward him. As soon as she was within reach, he pulled her closer, guiding her between his knees.
His touch slowed again, deliberate, and attentive. He stared at her firm breast hiding behind her lacy bra. Then, he softly covered one of her nipples with his mouth.
"Is this okay?" he asked quietly, looking up at her.
Adele bit her lower lip and nodded.
Her fingers slid into his hair, uncertain at first, then tighter as sensation replaced her thought.
Torak sucked on her nipple hungrily, and swirled his tongue around her nipple, while he played with the other.
Every movement, every touch, unraveled her just a little more. The firmer her nipples, the more her breathing fastened.
"Wait," she whispered suddenly, her breath uneven. "Lie down."
Torak raised a brow, but obeyed.
That alone told her something.
With nervous hands, she reached for him. Her movements were clumsy, and hesitant, with no skills. Just confidence.
Torak’s hand covered hers briefly. "You don’t have to."
"I want to," she said, soft but certain.
He studied her for a second... then let go. Adele touched his already rising cock, and he let out a sharp breath.
He laid back, and relaxed into her mattress as he let her stroke him with her small soft hands.
She wasn’t as perfect as the women he had, and Torak despite himself didn’t stop her. He didn’t even correct, or rush her.
When she finally pulled back, unsure and a little breathless, he let out a quiet exhale and looked at her with warm eyes.
"Not bad," he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "For a first timer."
Adele let out a small, shy laugh of relief mixing with embarrassment.
He pulled her into his arms, letting her settle against him with her head resting near his shoulder. For a moment, everything stilled.
Then, he broke the silence. "Okay," he said lightly after a while, reaching for his shirt. "That was fun."
Adele froze. "What?" she asked, her voice small, and disoriented. "Are you serious?"
Torak glanced at her over his shoulder. "What?" he asked casually. "You need something?"
She didn’t answer. She swallowed, and just stared at the ceiling.
Torak watched her for a second longer... then chuckled softly and rolled back toward her. He caged her beneath him, but careful, always careful not to put his full weight on her.
"You think I’m an asshole?" he asked, amused, brushing his thumb along her chin.
"Aren’t you?" she whispered, meeting his eyes.
He laughed, genuine this time. "I wouldn’t leave you like this."
And just like that, the teasing edge faded. What replaced it was slower, and intentional.
His touch softened, exploring her body, and learning where she loved to be touched, and how.
Adele’s breath caught, and her body responded to him before her mind could catch up.
"Have you ever touched yourself?" Torak asked, dropping kisses on her stomach.
Adele’s face flushed. "No." She swallowed, her mouth forming an ’o’
Torak smiled at her, then resumed his work. He slowly parted her legs, and his face moved between her legs.
Her fingers tightened in his hair again. Her back arched slightly as sensation built in unfamiliar, and overwhelming waves.
"What are you doing to me, Torak?" she whispered, her voice trembling despite her effort to stay quiet.
Torak’s hand tightened slightly at her waist as he felt the shift in her breathing. He kissed the skin between her thighs, and licked.
Her fingers trembled in his hair—not pulling him away, but holding on like she might fall if she let go.
"Adele..." he murmured against her skin, his voice quieter now, and rougher.
She wasn’t answering him anymore. He smelt her auroral, and his eyes rolled backwards.
Her head tipped back slightly, and her lips parted, with her breath unsteady as sensation built in ways she couldn’t control, and couldn’t predict.
Every touch felt new. It felt too much, but at the same time, not enough.
Her fingers tightened instinctively, anchoring herself to him as her body reacted in soft, involuntary waves.
"What are you doing to me..." she whispered again, barely audible this time.
Torak exhaled slowly, his control slipping just a fraction at the sound of her voice. He couldn’t think when she said it that way. The way she said it was like a confession, like she didn’t understand what was happening to her.
That innocence.... It did something dangerous to him. His movements slowed.
He came out from between her legs. "Adele," he said again, this time lifting his head just enough to look at her.
Her eyes were unfocused. Lost somewhere between uncertainty and something far deeper.
"Look at me."
It took her a second. But she did. And that was his undoing. There was nothing calculated in her expression. There was no performance, nor pretense.
Torak’s jaw tightened slightly.
His hand moved, slower now, grounding, steadying as much as it was exploring. Giving her time to adjust, to breathe, and to follow instead of drown.
Adele gasped softly, her back arching again despite herself.
This was too much, but she didn’t want him to stop. She also didn’t know how to ask for more. So she held onto him instead, and he understood.
"You’re okay," he murmured, quieter now. "You’re with me."
Her fingers tightened again at the reassurance. Her body relaxed just enough to let the feeling shift from overwhelming... to consuming.
And that was when it changed.
His control slipped a little more. "Adele..." Her name came out different this time, as he took off her panties, and gave her a slow long lick on her virgina.
Her eyes fluttered shut as another wave hit, stronger now, pulling a soft sound from her before she could stop it.
Her body moved without asking her permission.
Torak stilled for half a second at that.
Then exhaled sharply. He pulled his face out, and his forehead dropped briefly against her stomach as if grounding himself.
He needed to stop. She wasn’t just any lady he could pretend this was just another night with.
He looked back up at her, "You’re going to be the death of me," he muttered under his breath.
Adele didn’t fully understand what he meant, but she reached for his hair again, and pulled him in for a kiss.
Torak found his hand moving back to her virgina, as one finger slowly moved into her, and began to work.
He swallowed all of her moans with the kiss.
END OF FLASHBACK.
