Chapter 111: Power of the Snap
Anastasia continued to pant as she sat perched on the edge of the table, unable to meet Dante’s eyes yet acutely aware of his gaze on her. She doubted things between them could ever return to the way they were before, with her body tingling with warmth and her legs still shaking, drained of energy. She finally managed to utter,
"I should return to my room."
Her previous embarrassment, which had momentarily been overtaken by her craving and pleasure, had finally resurfaced, making its presence felt.
Dante, staring at her all this while, responded, "Go on, if you need to." His eyes looked alive and filled with desire, as if ready to devour her whole, savouring the lingering taste of her on his lips and tongue.
Anastasia slowly placed her feet back on the ground, and as she straightened up, she wobbled slightly, only to have Dante swiftly wrap his arm around her waist to steady her. She whispered softly, "Thank you."
"I have somewhere to be as well," Dante said, gently releasing his arm from around her waist once she regained her balance. He noticed how she looked shy, unable to look at him despite the earlier pleasure-filled moans and sighs that had escaped her delicate lips.
Anastasia and Dante approached the double doors before opening them and stepping outside. She heard him say to her, "Go on," as if he intended to watch her walk until the end of the corridor. In response, she offered him a bow.
Just as she was about to turn and depart, she heard a male voice call out, "Prince Dante, stay right there!"
Anastasia turned in the direction of the voice, and her eyes fell on a man with a peppered beard, dressed in attire befitting someone of high status. He wore a black cloak and appeared to be in his late forties, and he wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by another man and four guards who didn’t belong to the palace, and not far behind them, Princess Niyasa also made her presence known.
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The bearded man was one of the Elder ministers residing in Versailles, responsible for ensuring adherence to rules and regulations. His voice was stern as he stated,