Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end. When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul. The naïve Arabella evolved. *** “Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child. Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son. She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child. For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay. Until finally… he fell to ruin! With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms. But fate wasn’t done playing with her. All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago right after their wedding. Was it a curse or a blessing? It didn’t matter. Because there is only one thing she needed to do. “I will ruin you in this lifetime too!” This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn. But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth. Who was wrong and who was right? Only time will tell.
Ferdinand was not kissing her on the lips yet so she knew the play was not over.
They kept touching each other, pleasure mirrored in each other's eyes. However, because of the play Ferdinand started, they both did not want to lose and tried to hold on.
[Her body is reacting to me but she's not moaning my name yet. She can still keep her cool despite all this.] Ferdinand grabbed her boobs and teased it as well.
"You already washed me there," Arabella said in between pants.
She touched Ferdinand with both hands to tease him even more and make him forget about the play or relent first.
Ferdinand was holding on well so she did as well.
If not because of the play he began, they would be kissing right now while touching each other's body.
Instead they could only watch each other's eyes as they both slowly get drunk on the pleasure yet held back from kissing.