Chapter 590: Love or Lust? *
Third Person’s POV
The memories returned again and again, and each time, they were more vivid than the last.
Her mind traced the paths where his hands had touched her, the rough pull that had stripped away her top, the firm grip of his palms on her breasts, the way his fingers had kneaded her flesh until she had moaned.
Her lips tingled as she remembered the pressure of his mouth on hers, the invasive yet addictive slide of his tongue, and the way he had sucked on her saliva as if it were nectar.
Unknowingly, her hands began to move on their own.
She started fondling her breasts slowly, almost absently, her fingers pressing into the soft mounds through the thin, damp fabric of her clothes.
She replayed those moments again and again—the way he had sucked her breasts with his mouth, the way he had teased her pink nipple with his tongue, and had circled and circled until she thought she might go mad.
And the way he had bitten them gently, just enough to make her whole body tremble and a long moan erupt from her throat.
At the same time, without her conscious command, two of her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties.
They slid lower, finding the wet heat between her thighs, and began to rub her pussy in slow, lewd circles.
The fabric of her net panties was already soaked through, clinging to her most intimate parts.
A few green strands of her pubic hair peeked out from the edges of her panties, a visible, almost obscene sign that she had never maintained herself in the way young noblewomen did, as she had never needed to.