Chapter 29 - When Desires Are Confessed Part 3

“Mar-cus...” she cried, charging his name with a power as any nuclear weapon have.

“If I could cheat...” he then continued hoarsely, “it would be...to hold you like this.” His arm tightened around her, squeezed the soft flesh of her waist with his left hand, and his right cupped one swelling breast.

“Hmnnn...” Ysabelle felt an unfamiliar aching down her abdomen. It was begging to be sated. Oh, what lovely sensations... She didn’t have enough will to stop it anymore.

“If I could cheat my beautiful Ysabelle...it would be to embrace you like this.”

Ysabelle’s breath hitched when Marcus lifted her from the ground, sat on his earlier smooth-surfaced rock, and arranged her in a way that she was straddling him.

“No...” she forced the word out, whilst feeling the foreign tight band of male muscle poking her sensitive sex.

She tried to wriggle, but that only did it for her. The little movement seemed to create a welcoming nudge on her upper center, igniting a heat that she had never felt before. Marcus seemed to feel it too for his breath exhilarated.

Restraining her wasn’t needed anymore so his hand wandered on a different location; a location he had not been acquainted that much yet — her pink nubs shyly hiding behind the wet top. “If I could cheat... oh, if I could, ” his thumb and forefinger traced them delicately, earning a little whimper from her, “it would be to hear you moan my name.”

Marcus claimed her mouth once again and just before everything would accelerate, Ysabelle pleaded the second time, “Marcus, please don’t...”

“You gotta have to be more sterner than that Ysabelle.” He placed quick nips on her neck all the while lifting the deficient piece of cloth above her chest. “You have to say it out loud if you want me to stop.”

But how could she when her mind was in chaos, torn between terminating this wonderful moment or giving in.

Once her breasts were in clear view, Marcus headed straight on his target. Ysabelle cried out in ecstasy when she felt his searing lips and wet tongue engulfing a taut nipple.

“Ahh!” With half-lidded eyes, she raced to toss her head back and looked at the ceiling hole. Weird now, there seemed to be a silhouette of a person standing at the edge with red glowing eyes.

“Marcus!” she cried out just as the silhouette disappeared and just as she felt Marcus’ fingers slipped inside her flimsy short.

***

Ysabelle opened her eyes, hyperventilating as she straightened to sit on her bed. It was already morning, the sun was just peeking over her window. Her pupils strained for a moment as she took in the light before her. It was a full minute before she was able to adapt, and when she did, she found her room the same as usual, except for a vacant chair in front of her bed that was supposed to be in its original sedentary position - near the armoire, against the wall.

Odd. She couldn’t remember placing the said furniture in that particular place.

“Oh, God, what was that dream?” she cried, putting the odd occurrence aside. She cuddled a pillow and reminisced all of the memory she could drag out of her subconscious. They were broken ones though, memories that showed a mystifying cave, a half-naked Marcus, her yielding in, and their tryst...

Her throat felt tight. Damn, those memories felt so real.

After shaking her head and letting out a long breath, she stood up and eyed the bathroom door. If she was planning to live through this day without being caught up daydreaming about the priest’s hot kisses, then she might as well take a bath... and fast.

***

Mehak’s class was already in the assembly area of the main foyer when Ysabelle arrived wearing a blue beret wool hat, jeans, and a white long-sleeved off-shoulder blouse. Just the same, she had her camera in hand with its thick yellow lanyard around her neck. She smiled when two teachers waved a hand on her way and even smiled brighter when Mehak stood up and gestured for her to come near.

She was already halfway though when she noticed the man sitting on a solo sofa where Mehak was standing. Father Marcus was looking as bright as usual, wearing the same-colored cassock she had been accustomed to him wearing. It seemed that they had been in the middle of a conversation though for both he and Mehak were all smiles.

‘Cool. Cool. Act like normal, ’ she chanted on her way to her niece, but memories of last night’s dream kept flashing on her front.

Marcus’ soft lips...

His tongue circling her nipple...

The moans that escaped from her mouth...

The feel of his large hands cupping her breasts...

And his deft fingers slowly sliding in her...

“Auntie Belle! You know you are almost late right?” Mehak announced, crossing her arms in her chest.

Ysabelle blinked herself free. “Ah, hey Sweetie, good morning.”

She bent to kiss the girl’s cheek acting as much cool and composed as she could, but her eyes roamed unintentionally after she withdrew and straightened.

“Uhmm, Fa-Father Marcus, good morning.”

Marcus nodded once. “Lovely Ysabelle, good morning too, ” he greeted, and if Ysabelle wasn’t too preoccupied with shoving the lewd thoughts away, she would have seen the fleeting grin he accomplished for her.

A fold of paper suddenly appeared in front of Ysabelle’s face that she had to blink thrice and step back.

“Auntie, here! This is today’s schedule of activities, ” Mehak informed and handed the paper to her. She seemed to be oblivious of her Auntie’s trial.

Ysabelle took it in haste. “Thanks, ” she told her.

“Mrs. Drew, my class adviser, would like to speak to you later. She says it is about the class picture for tomorrow.”

“Uh, right, I will approach her before lunch, ” Ysabelle replied.

Mehak glanced at Marcus and then to her aunt and said, “I should go now, Auntie. I need to set up things with my vice president.” Then she turned to Marcus again and smiled. “It was great talking with you Father, I learned a lot about this castle’s history.”

“It is my pleasure, Mehak. Anytime, ” H chimed in, acting like the twin of Marcus.

Ysabelle raised a brow. Now, when had this priest become an expert on the Dobríe Castle?