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Eloise’s smile faltered as she processed Lucian’s words.

Her voice took on a teasing, yet slightly reproachful tone.

"Oh, my dear nephew," she said, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and feigned disappointment, "you can’t just play with people’s emotions like that and expect them to be pleased."

Her fingers began tracing the lines of his palm, her touch deliberate and slow, sending a jolt of electricity between them.

Lucian’s gaze met hers with a knowing, dark smile.

He intertwined his fingers with hers, his thumb moving in a languid, almost possessive caress over her knuckles.

Eloise’s breath hitched at the intimate gesture, the warmth of his touch igniting a wave of heat that made her acutely aware of the direction their flirtation was taking.

"You know, aunt," Lucian murmured, his voice a velvety whisper laced with seduction, "it’s not about games. I’m simply exploring... possibilities."

His crimson eyes locked onto hers, a dark allure simmering just beneath his composed exterior.

Eloise felt her heartbeat quicken, caught between the thrilling edge of his words and the dangerous dance they were performing.

"Possibilities?" she echoed, her voice dripping with sultriness as she traced her thumb in slow, circular motions on his wrist.

The touch was light yet suggestive, making her words seem like a provocative challenge.

"If you’ve always been so curious, Lucian, then why did you keep me at arm’s length, never allowing me in? I wanted more time with you, but you always remained guarded. It was frustrating, watching you push me away."

Lucian chuckled softly, his gaze unwavering, a mixture of amusement and dark promise in his eyes.

"Perhaps I was simply waiting for the right opportunity," he replied, his voice a purring caress.

"And I believe this moment might be exactly what we both need!"

His words sent a shiver down Eloise’s spine, the heat of his breath creating a tantalizing tickle against her skin.

Turning to face him fully, their noses were nearly touching, the tension between them palpable.

She flushed with desire and lust, her pulse racing at the mere thought of his lips brushing against hers.

Lucian’s crimson eyes were dark with a blend of mischief and lust, drawing her further into the magnetic pull of his gaze.

His proximity and the burning intensity of his stare were dangerously intoxicating.

Without warning, Lucian suddenly leaned in, his movements deliberate and unhurried!

His lips brushed against the corner of her mouth, a fleeting touch that sent a thrill racing through her.

The brief contact was electric, sparking a flood of sensations that left her breathless.

Before she could react, Lucian’s tongue darted out, tracing the lingering taste of the wine on her lips with a slow, deliberate lick.

The sensation was both surprising and intimately personal, a deliberate invasion of her senses that made her gasp softly.

Eloise’s eyes widened, her breath catching as she felt the unexpected yet seductive touch of his tongue.

The wine’s sweetness mingled with a hint of bitterness, the warmth of his breath creating a flavor that was uniquely intoxicating.

The combination of sensations left her reeling, her pulse racing as Lucian’s lips hovered tantalizingly close to hers.

"This wine tastes delightful," Lucian murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl that sent shivers down her spine.

He pulled back just enough to let his words linger in the air, the space between them charged with unspoken desire.

"The wine is sweet indeed, but there’s something about ’it’ that makes it even more enticing."

Eloise’s cheeks flushed with warmth at his comment, her breath catching as the implication of his words sank in.

"How could you!?" she asked, her voice tinged with both surprise and a hint of reproach, "I’m your aunt!!"

Lucian’s smile remained, though it took on a darker edge.

"I just thought that drop of wine near your lips might ruin your dress," he replied with feigned innocence.

"After all, it wouldn’t do for such an exquisite garment to be spoiled," his tone was light, but the underlying seduction was clear.

Eloise’s eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by his sudden boldness.

The provocative edge to his words sent a taboo thrill through her, stirring emotions she had tried to suppress, her breath catching in her throat as the moment wrapped around them like a velvet shroud.

"You’re full of surprises today," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper, "I never imagined you’d be this daring."

Lucian’s chuckle was a dark, low rumble that reverberated through her.

"There’s a lot you don’t know about me, aunt," he replied, his tone heavy with dark promise.

His eyes challenged her, daring her to come closer, "but I’m more than willing to show you… if you’re ready."

Eloise’s fingers wandered to his thigh, her touch slow and deliberately teasing.

Lucian tensed as her fingers inched higher, brushing dangerously close to his inner thigh in what felt like a calculated move masked as an accident.

His breath hitched, his body reacting to the suggestive, light touch.

"I’ve always wanted to be closer to you, Lucian," she murmured, her voice a soft, seductive whisper as her fingers continued their teasing journey, "but you were always so elusive. It was like you didn’t trust me..."

She leaned in, her lips brushing the edge of his ear as she whispered, "but now it seems you’re finally letting go."

Lucian’s desire intensified at her words. He leaned in, his lips grazing her earlobe with a feathery touch.

"You have no idea what I want, aunt," he said, his voice dripping with dark promise — almost like a whisper from the devil, "and I think you might be in for a surprise!"

He trailed his fingers along her jaw, the touch light and exploratory, as if mapping out a new forbidden territory.

Her skin was impossibly soft, and flawless. It felt as though the slightest pressure could bruise her, as if a mere touch might draw blood.

His gaze grew darker, a smoldering intensity in his crimson eyes as his hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing lightly but insistently against the curve of her voluptuous hip.

He pulled her even closer, eliminating the space between them until their bodies nearly touched, the air thick with seductive tension that was impossible to ignore.

Eloise didn’t resist; instead, she shifted her position subtly, allowing her hips to align more comfortably with his.

The movement was graceful and deliberate, a silent invitation that sent a thrill through Lucian.

Her body pressed against him, her soft curves molding against his frame as if she was welcoming the closeness without reservation.

Her ample breasts pressed against his chest, the warmth and fullness of them palpable through the thin fabric of her gown.

Each subtle movement caused her cleavage to swell and shift, the delicate material barely containing her as her t!ts threatened to spill out.

Her breath quickened, her eyes locked onto his with a knowing glimmer, acknowledging the pull between them without hesitation.

"Maybe I was holding back," he murmured, his voice low and edged with intent, each word dripping with the promise of what he could no longer deny, "but you’re making it very difficult to resist."

Eloise tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with a playful challenge as she leaned into his touch, her movements deliberate and unhurried.

Her breath was warm against his cheek, and the scent of her perfume mingled with the lingering notes of wine, creating a heady mix that made his senses swim.

"You’re really growing up, my little Prince," she teased, her voice sultry as her fingers wandered closer, brushing against the edges of his shirt in a soft, teasing caress that sent a shiver down his spine, "but are you sure you can handle this?"

Lucian’s hands slid further down, his grip tightening as he explored the full, soft curve of her curvaceous a*s.

His fingers sank into her flesh, feeling the supple warmth beneath his touch.

The sensation was intoxicating — her skin like silk, pliant under his grip, each squeeze met with the yielding softness that made his pulse quicken.

The fullness of her a*s pressed against his palm, his hands sinking into her softness as though they were made to hold her there, to keep her close and at his mercy.

Eloise didn’t pull away; instead, she readjusted herself slightly again, pressing even closer to him, the curve of her well-rounded hip fitting perfectly into his hands as if inviting him to explore further.

Her body responded to his touch, arching subtly, allowing him to feel the entirety of her plush curves under his possessive grip.

Her breath hitched, a soft, breathless sound escaping her lips as she relished the way his fingers sank into her, the sensation of his touch sending sparks of heat coursing through her.

Lucian’s gaze never left hers, and the dark intensity in his eyes unwavering as he held her.

The softness of her motherly a*s, the way it filled his grasp, only fueled the hunger building within him, urging him to pull her even closer, to claim the space between them completely.

He leaned in, his lips grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "I can handle more than you think, aunt Eloise."

Eloise’s smile widened, her fingers curling into his shirt as she felt the insistent pressure of his hands against her busty a*s, his grip both firm and filled with a barely restrained hunger.

She could feel the way he held her, her heart raced, the heat between them becoming almost unbearable as she allowed herself to sink into the moment, her own boundaries blurring under the weight of his growing lust.

"The real question, aunt Eloise, is whether you can handle me," he leaned in, their lips just a breath apart, the air thick with unspoken desire.

Eloise’s heart raced, every accidental brush of their hands, every lingering glance pushing them to the brink of crossing an unspoken line.

Just as the tension between them seemed ready to explode, a sudden, sharp knock jolted them both.

Knock! knock!

The sound rang through the room, piercing the heady, seductive atmosphere that enveloped them, pulling them abruptly back from the brink of their simmering passion.