Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 921- Intimate Night (2)

BADUMP... BADUMP... She could hear her heart pounding in her chest, the intensity of the moment was so that it was hard to think clearly.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sounds were the faint rustling of leaves and the gentle hum of magic that always seemed to surround the Tree of Spirit.

The air between them was thick with unspoken feelings, a connection that had been quietly growing for so long.

How long had it been? Finally, unable to take his teasing and boldness any longer, Irene decided to do something that never in her life would she have imagined would fan the fire even further.

She locked eyes with Simon and without avoiding his gaze, she muttered "How long are you planning to continue to tease me? Do you think I'm like those other women who will become meek at your sudden boldness?".

As she said that, her eyes were shimmering with slight moisture in them and her cheeks were blushing red.

At this moment she had forgotten what kind of fatal allure it was for a man when a usually powerful and noble woman who would normally never show a trace of weakness, suddenly display a rare timidness.

Simon's gaze softened as Irene's words hung in the air, the vulnerability she rarely showed making his heart stir. Her flushed cheeks, the slight tremble in her voice, and the shimmering moisture in her eyes—it was all too much for him to resist.

In that moment, he saw past the composed exterior of the Ice Queen and saw the woman who was standing before him, trying to be strong despite the emotions bubbling inside her.

Thus the next moment, without saying a word, Simon gently wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

The warmth of his touch was both reassuring and electrifying, and before Irene could react, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The kiss was deep, passionate, and filled with the unspoken feelings that had been building between them for so long.

It wasn't just a kiss; it was an acknowledgement of everything they had been through together, of the trust, the respect, and the undeniable attraction that had always been there.

"Irene..." Simon muttered in ragged gasps. His hands moved and the couple finally united in a fiery passionate fashion.

Inside the White Palace of the Main Floor, the flower of lust bloomed in its full glory. Lost in passion the pair lost track of time.

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The next day, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains of the place, casting a gentle glow across the room.

Simon lay awake, his arm draped over Irene as they rested under the thin blanket. The events of the previous night played through his mind, the fiery passion they had shared, and the deep connection that had solidified between them.

When he turned his head slightly, the sight of the soul stirring beauty, the Icy fairy who appeared out of reach of the mortals which he desecrated to his heart contents last night, appeared in his sight.

Irene, was still nestled against him. Her delicate shoulder peeked out from under the blanket, the rosy complexion her skin now held was a testament to the intensity of their night together.

She looked serene, in her sleep with dry tears gleaming at the edges of her eyes. Looking at that sight of her, Simon couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt.

The vulnerability she had shown, the trust she had placed in him, it all showed her love for him.

She had given him her everything yet he who was swept by his lust, was too rough on her. He was like a wold drown by its instinct.

Gently, he leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead smooth forehead. For a moment, he simply glanced at her, lost in his thoughts and not wanting to disturb this peaceful atmosphere.

However, as fate would have it, he was the master of this dungeon. There were duties to attend to, responsibilities that a Dungeon Master cannot put off.

KNOCK... KNOCK... a timely knock came from the door. Reluctantly, Simon eased himself out of bed, careful not to wake Irene. He dressed himself quietly, pulling on his clothes as he prepared to face the day