Her eyes fluttered open to look at Calhoun, seeing him look at her intently as he took her close to the next high, she realised he was going to pull away from her again, and her hand shot down to place it on his.

"Don't," she whispered to him in the sweetest way possible while staring into his red eyes that looked hooded and dark.

Calhoun gritted his teeth when he heard her plea. He wanted to steal her away from every possible thing and keep her here with him just for himself. How long had he waited for her to look at him with dewy-eyed where she was opening her heart to him.

"If you don't want I will stop," said Calhoun, as if he had misinterpreted her words. This had Madeline turn restless by thinking that he had taken her words as wanting him to stop when it was the opposite.

Her lack of words had been misunderstood, and Madeline felt troubled over it. Calhoun instead of moving away, leaned towards her, kissing her soft lips and at the same time, she felt him push his finger back in before the speed started to pick before tipping her off with the release that was all over his hand.

"You were teasing me!" Madeline cried with her eyebrows furrowed and Calhoun chuckled.

"I cannot help it," he kissed her nose. "Whenever I see you, I can't resist not being mean to you. But you should know," he said bringing his hand up to his mouth before licking it clean. "I am mean to you only because I love you."

"You are mean to a lot of people," she pointed out, feeling her body buzz with the ecstasy she felt in Calhoun's arms.

Calhoun's lips twisted, a glint of mischief in them, "The word for me with respect to others would be cruel."

Madeline took in the words that he said to her, letting it sink into her just like the pleasure that had turned her body weak. Her heart had calmed down, and now that Calhoun had pulled his hand away from her, she could feel the cold air touching her bare bottom and legs. She crossed her legs shyly, her eyes wandering to search her undergarment that was on the ground.

Calhoun, who noticed her eyes wandering towards her undergarment, pulled himself away from her to get up and get hold of her undergarment in his hand. He helped her to wear it by sliding it up her smooth milky legs, "Lift yourself," he instructed, and Madeline who had been entranced by Calhoun's presence quickly raised her bottom so that he could put the white undergarment back to its place.

Madeline wondered how she would be stepping out of the room without a dress. She would probably need to ask the maid to get one of her dresses from her room, thought Madeline to herself.

Remembering her earlier words, Madeline looked at Calhoun, not breaking her gaze away from him. As he continued to stare at her, Madeline pushed herself up, and she saw him pull her petticoat down which he had pushed up. How strange, that smalls things had changed. The hand that she was frightened of, which had the ability to push and tear her, the same hand was making her petticoat proper now.

Time and time, it was Calhoun who had teased and taunted her by his words, pleasing her since the time she had stepped into the castle. She didn't know how to phrase it right, but she wanted to please him too.

"Calhoun," Madeline said, his name on her lips held a tinge of passion in it after the aftermath of Calhoun's ministrations, "I...I would like to.." it was awkward to tell such things.

Calhoun looked at her, bringing his hand forward to caress her, "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. Madeline gave him a nod. If there was something she believed in, it was that a relationship was a two-way passage where two people had to be equal in sharing their feelings and thoughts for it to work. And Madeline wanted it to work.

"B-but I don't know…" came Madeline's soft voice, and a smile rose on his lips.

"You don't have to worry about that," replied Calhoun before tapping his finger on his lips, "First you start with a kiss here," he teased her. And when he had said it, he hadn't expected Madeline to do it.

Madeline pressed her lips on Calhoun's lips when his hand moved away, taking him by surprise. She quickly pulled away from him before looking away as if she had done nothing.

For the first time, Calhoun looked stunned, and he asked, "What kind of kiss was that? Let me show you."

Saying this, he pulled her by her waist to almost have her sit on his lap while he captured her lips with his. The kiss right now was more playful compared to the previous passionate ones. Calhoun bit into her lower lip before soothing it by running his tongue over it and sucking it. His tongue slid in her mouth as his hand curled into the back of her hair. His other hand ran down from her shoulder to her back, bringing her closer to him. It was hard for him to let her go from his arms, and he kissed her some more before finally releasing her.

Calhoun looked into her eyes that tried to stay with him. Her breath was short, as if she ran down before coming to meet him. He made sure that this is what she wanted because the last thing he needed was her bolting out of this room while he was still hard. He had controlled himself for a long time, but he doubted he could do it today.

"Okay," he said as if giving her the permission, "Stand in front of me," he instructed.

Madeline got out of his embrace, her feet touching the cold floor that felt nothing less than walking bare feet in the snow.

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