Being Intimate With Rosalind In Lake (Kiss Scene)

The kiss they shared lingered in the cool night air, the lake around them feeling warmer as Rosalind's lips melted into Alaric's.

Her body responded instinctively to the closeness, but even as her chest tightened with unfamiliar sensations, a part of her mind still labeled him as that reliable, cute kid — one who was undeniably too naughty for his own good.

She didn't expect him to kiss her like that, let alone for it to send such a shockwave through her entire body.

When they parted, Rosalind gasped softly, her breath coming out in shallow, uneven hitches. "Alaric," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, unsure whether she was questioning him or simply caught up in the moment.

Alaric, however, was far from finished. He pressed closer, his hands moving with gentle precision, gliding across her sides and trailing over her waist beneath the water.

His touch was feather-light, yet every stroke of his fingers sent shivers racing up her spine.

For someone so young, he seemed far too skilled, too practiced at knowing exactly where to touch her, how to tease the nerves beneath her skin.

"You... you're..." Rosalind's voice faltered as she felt his fingertips graze her lower back, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't help the quiet moan that slipped from her lips. "You're surprisingly... good at this," she managed, her words trembling with the confusion of her emotions.

"Good at what?" Alaric's voice was low and teasing, though there was an edge of innocence that still clung to his tone, as though he wasn't quite aware of the effect he was having on her.

Rosalind swallowed hard, her lips parting as if she might answer, but nothing came out.

How could she explain the knot of emotions twisting inside her?

He was young, far too young to be doing this.

And yet, the way his hands explored her body, every brush of his fingertips making her shiver and moan... it felt like he knew exactly how to pull her strings.

Before she could collect her thoughts, Alaric leaned in again, pressing his lips to her collarbone.

The soft contact was electric, sending a flood of warmth through her as she let out another soft moan, her body trembling in response. His lips traveled lower, kissing her skin gently as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer.

His small hands, far more adventurous than before, now moved with a steady rhythm, sliding over the curves of her hips and teasing at her back.

Rosalind's mind screamed at her to stop, to push him away. But her body betrayed her, arching into his touch, her fingers instinctively curling around his shoulders as she let him explore her.

She tried to remind herself — he's just a kid. He doesn't fully understand what he's doing.

But with every delicate caress, with every inch of skin his lips brushed against, it was harder to convince herself that this was true.

Alaric wasn't just some cute, innocent boy playing with her emotions. His touch was deliberate, his movements confident.

"You're... not what I expected," she breathed, her voice laced with both amusement and bewilderment as her eyes met his.

Alaric smiled, his lips pausing just above her shoulder. "What did you expect?"

Rosalind's breath hitched again as his hand slipped around her waist, pulling her even closer to him. The water lapped gently against them, the cool waves contrasting with the heat building between their bodies.

She had no real answer to his question — certainly not one that made sense in this bizarre, intoxicating moment. How could she explain that she'd never thought a boy like him could make her feel this way?

"I... I don't know," she finally admitted, her voice cracking slightly. She squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment, trying to regain some semblance of control, but the effort was quickly lost when Alaric's lips found her neck, sending another rush of warmth through her.

Her moans grew louder, each one more uncontrolled than the last. His little hands moved confidently over her curves, tracing every line of her body, almost like he was mapping her out.

His fingers grazed the curves of her buttocks, causing her to shiver violently, her body pressing into him as her hands moved of their own accord, clutching at his shoulders as if he was the only thing grounding her in this overwhelming moment.

Alaric didn't speak much — his actions said enough. He was fully absorbed in the way Rosalind's body responded to him, how she trembled under his hands and how her moans echoed in the quiet night.

His lips moved from her neck to her shoulder, then to her chest, kissing every inch of skin he could reach as his hands roamed freely. Every time she gasped or moaned, the system in his mind chimed in, feeding him notifications of the experience he was earning.

[System Notification: Your intimacy with Rosalind has increased significantly. Experience gained: 5,000 points.]

The messages started pouring in, making Alaric smirk to himself as he trailed his fingers along the smooth surface of her skin.

Each tremble, each quiet breath from Rosalind was another point toward his ever-growing power. He could feel it building inside him, the experience flooding him like an unstoppable force.

"Alaric..." Rosalind's voice came out in a low, desperate whine, her fingers digging into his back as his hands slid over her hips once more. She didn't know why she was letting him do this.

She didn't even fully understand what this was anymore. He was too young, too inexperienced — or at least, he should have been. But the way he touched her, the way he seemed to know exactly how to make her body respond...

"How are you so... so good at this?" Rosalind asked, her voice shaking with both confusion and desire.

Alaric didn't stop kissing her skin as he replied, his voice low and calm. "Maybe it's just natural," he teased, letting his fingers brush over her sides, causing her to shiver again. "Or maybe... you bring out the best in me."

Rosalind let out another soft moan, her body reacting to his words as much as his touch. She tried to remind herself that he was just a kid, that she should stop this, but every time his hands moved, every time his lips found a new spot on her skin, she melted a little more.

"I shouldn't be... letting you do this," Rosalind murmured, though her voice lacked any real conviction. She was too far gone, too wrapped up in the sensations he was creating. Her breath hitched again as his hands moved to her waist, pulling her against him with more force than before.

"You don't have to stop me," Alaric whispered in her ear, his voice smooth and persuasive. His lips brushed against her earlobe, sending another jolt through her. "I can make you feel good, Rosalind. You know that."

Rosalind's heart pounded in her chest, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape her throat. He was right, of course. He was making her feel good, far better than she should have allowed. She could feel her body heating up, her skin tingling with every touch, every kiss.

"Alaric..." Her voice was barely a whisper now, almost pleading. She couldn't stop herself from pressing closer to him, her hands sliding up his arms, gripping his shoulders tightly as she gave in to the moment. "This... feels so wrong, but..."

Alaric smiled against her skin, his hands sliding over her body with deliberate, calculated movements. He knew he had her now, her defenses crumbling with every passing second. The system messages kept flooding his mind, the experience points adding up faster than ever.

Rosalind's breath was coming in ragged, shallow bursts as her body sank deeper into the sensations Alaric was stirring within her. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced—this strange, electric mix of tension, pleasure, and hesitation.

Her mind warred with itself, trying to reconcile the boy in front of her with the man her body seemed to crave at this moment.

Every time she attempted to pull away, even in thought, Alaric's touch pulled her back under, drowning her in the intensity of the moment.

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she felt another moan escape her lips, unbidden. She could hear herself, feel the vibrations in her throat, and yet it all felt distant—like she was watching from somewhere outside her body. This wasn't her. This couldn't be her.

"I've... never..." Rosalind's voice faltered as she tried to form words through the haze of desire clouding her thoughts. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath uneven as she fought to maintain some semblance of control.

"Never what?" Alaric's voice was smooth, his lips brushing lightly against the sensitive skin of her neck as his hands continued to explore the curves of her body.

He knew exactly what he was doing, his touch teasing, almost playful, but deliberate in its execution.

"I've never felt like this," she admitted quietly, the words slipping from her before she could stop them. There was a vulnerability in her tone that surprised even her. She was Rosalind—the confident, commanding senior who could charm anyone with a smile. And yet, here she was, crumbling under the touch of someone much younger than her. Someone she thought of as... cute.

Cute? That word didn't seem to fit anymore.

Not as Alaric's hands glided over her hips, pulling her closer against his firm chest, his breath warm against her skin.

Not when every touch sent jolts of pleasure through her body, unraveling her control piece by piece.

Alaric smirked at her words, his eyes glinting with a mischievous satisfaction. He could feel her resistance weakening, feel her body yielding to his every move. He had her—fully and completely under his spell, and every notification from the system only confirmed it.

[System Notification: Intimacy with Rosalind has increased. Experience gained: 6,500 points.]

He mentally noted the surge in experience, but his focus remained on her, the way her body trembled beneath his touch, the way her breaths came in short, breathless gasps. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing just below her ear, his voice low and teasing. "I told you, Rosalind... you bring out the best in me."

Rosalind bit her lip, trying to suppress the heat that surged through her at his words. This was wrong—she knew it. She was the responsible one, the senior who should be setting boundaries. But the way he touched her, the way his lips seemed to know exactly where to press, where to tease... it was overwhelming. She had never felt this kind of loss of control before.

"Alaric... I don't—" Her voice wavered, and she tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let her go. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer, her body pressing tightly against his as the water gently lapped around them. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, could feel the heat radiating from him as his hands explored every inch of her.

"You don't have to say anything," Alaric murmured softly, his lips grazing her collarbone. "Just feel it."

Feel it.

The words echoed in her mind as another wave of pleasure surged through her. She had tried to tell herself that this was a game—an innocent bit of flirting that had gone too far. But it wasn't a game anymore.

Not with the way her body responded to his every touch, not with the way his hands seemed to ignite every nerve beneath her skin.

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, her breath coming out in a shaky moan as Alaric's hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist, sending shivers through her body. She was melting into him, unable to resist the pull he had over her.

"Why are you... so good at this?" she asked, her voice barely audible as her lips brushed against his ear. It was a genuine question—one she had been trying to understand ever since his touch had first made her shiver.

How could someone so young, so inexperienced, know exactly how to make her feel this way?

Alaric chuckled softly, his breath warm against her neck. "Maybe I've just been paying attention," he said, his voice laced with amusement as his fingers grazed her back, eliciting another soft moan from her.

"Paying attention?" Rosalind's voice held a mix of disbelief and confusion, but the haze of desire clouding her mind made it difficult to process his words.

"Mm-hmm," Alaric hummed in response, his lips trailing kisses down her neck, each one sending another ripple of pleasure through her.

"I've always noticed how you react... the little things. Like how your breath catches when I touch you here..." His fingers slid over her sides, making her gasp softly, her body arching instinctively toward him. "Or how you tremble when I do this..."

He punctuated his words by kissing the spot just below her ear, a soft, lingering kiss that made her entire body shiver. Rosalind let out a breathy moan, her fingers curling into his skin as she tried to hold on to the last remnants of control. But it was slipping—slipping fast.

[System Notification: Intimacy with Rosalind has increased. Experience gained: 7,200 points.]

Another surge of experience flowed through him, and Alaric could feel the power growing inside him. He was gaining more than just physical pleasure from this encounter—he was gaining something far more valuable.

Rosalind's emotional response, her surrender to him, was fueling his growth, pushing him closer to the next level of mastery. The system continued to feed him updates, each notification a reminder of how much he was gaining from this.

Rosalind's breath hitched again as his hands slid down to her hips, pulling her against him with more force.

The contact sent a spark through her, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. She could feel the tension building inside her, the heat pooling in her stomach as her moans grew louder, more desperate.

"You're... not supposed to be this good," she managed to say between shallow breaths, her eyes half-lidded as she looked at him. There was a hint of frustration in her tone—frustration that she couldn't control this, couldn't control the way her body was betraying her.

Alaric smirked, his lips curling into a teasing grin as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers. "Maybe you've underestimated me," he whispered, his voice dripping with confidence.

Rosalind's heart raced as his words sank in. She had underestimated him. She had thought of him as a cute, mischievous boy who was just playing games. But this... this was no game. The way he touched her, the way he made her feel—it was far beyond anything she had expected.

Her fingers trailed up his chest, her touch shaky as her body trembled under his. "I don't... understand," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat as Alaric's hands moved lower, brushing over her thighs, sending another wave of heat through her.

"You don't need to understand," Alaric replied softly, his lips hovering just inches from hers. "Just trust me."

Trust. The word hung in the air between them, and for a moment, Rosalind's heart skipped a beat. Trust.

Could she trust him? Could she trust herself? Her mind was screaming at her to stop, to regain control, but her body was lost, fully consumed by the sensations he was creating.

Before she could respond, Alaric closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. Rosalind melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she gave in completely, her body molding against his as if they were made to fit together.

Alaric's hands moved with purpose now, exploring every inch of her body as his lips never left hers. He could feel the power surging through him with every touch, every kiss, as the system continued to reward him for his success.

[System Notification: Intimacy with Rosalind has increased. Experience gained: 8,500 points.]

Rosalind's moans grew louder, more uncontrolled as she pressed herself against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with a desperation she hadn't known she was capable of. Alaric could feel her walls crumbling, her resistance gone as she surrendered to the moment, to him.

"You're... driving me crazy," Rosalind gasped between kisses, her breath hot against his lips.

"That's the idea," Alaric replied with a smirk, his hands moving to cup her face as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Rosalind's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in the water, entangled in each other.