Unexpected Pleasures(R-18)

His hand quickly grabbed hold of her soft chest while wrinkling her clothes as well. It was such a pity that he couldn't taste her bare skin even though it was just snuggled right in his palm. All this because he couldn't be sure when his servants would arrive with their meal.

His big hands sensually traced along her thighs making them stiffen with anticipation. He then soothed her tightly closed legs before gently spreading them open. After that, he buried his face deeply at Seraphina's nape while stroking his hands inwards.

His hands moved with familiarity, slipping under her skirt and pressing against her core. Seraphina grasped his broad shoulders, her breath hitching.

"We can't... The servants might arrive any moment," she whispered.

"I won't go too far," he murmured in her ear, his voice low and tantalizing. As he nibbled gently on her earlobe, her body trembled with pleasure. "But I want to hear your moans."

Raven pushed her underwear aside and stroked her intimately, his lips capturing hers in a fervent kiss. Despite being alone in their bedroom, Seraphina felt a wave of embarrassment, knowing that servants could be just outside the door.

He spread her thighs further, his fingers deftly exploring her most sensitive areas. Her body responded eagerly, betraying her modesty.

"You're already so wet," Raven remarked, his voice filled with satisfaction. Her body's honest reaction fueled his desire.

He continued to stroke her, his fingers moving with increasing speed. Seraphina's moans were swallowed by his kisses, her eyes closing tightly as pleasure coursed through her.

Raven smirked satisfyingly. Despite her demureness, her body was extremely honest.

He kept stroking her clit as he pushed her underwear further aside. When she responded eagerly to his caresses, he could feel his own arousal bulging hard.

He thrusted his tongue into her wide-opened mouth before invading it even further into the walls of her mouth....

Her moans were then swallowed by him until it disappeared right at the tip of her tongue. She closed her eyes tightly as his caresses on her clit were getting faster.

"Mmm...ah.. Faster...umm...mmm...yes..."

...

A knock at the door startled her.

"What is it?" Raven's voice was calm, but Seraphina's heart raced.

"Dinner is prepared," came the reply.

"Come in," Raven said, his tone casual. Seraphina, still dazed, tried to compose herself, her face flushed.

The servants entered, laying out an impressive spread of dishes. Appetizers, main courses, and desserts filled the table. Seraphina watched in awe, noting the meticulous effort to avoid disturbing them.

As the procession of dishes continued, Seraphina marveled at the lavish feast. Breakfast had been special, but this was extraordinary.

Once the table was set, Raven dismissed the servants. "We'll call you when we're done. Do not interrupt until then."

"Yes, Your Grace." The butler, Gilbert, bowed and left.

Raven turned to Seraphina with a smile. "You said you were hungry. Let's eat."

Seraphina picked up her knife and fork, her hands moving gracefully over the plates. There was an abundance of meat—duck, pork, and beef—accompanied by rich sauces and mashed potatoes. Vegetables were noticeably absent.

She paused, her piece of bread still in the soup, watching Raven as he devoured his third serving.

'Where does all that food go?' she wondered, remembering his well-toned muscles. Her cheeks reddened at the thought.

"You're not eating?" Raven's voice broke her reverie.

"Oh, yes." Startled, she quickly resumed eating. "This is enough for me."

"Enough?" Raven was incredulous. She had barely touched her food—a bowl of soup and half a piece of meat. It was a stark contrast to the hearty appetites he and his aides had.