Rufus' POV:
My mind was a complete mess, my clothes damp with my sweat. That dream just now felt so real that I almost believe it had really happened.
And, to my utter frustration, as I tried to comb back to the details of the dream, I was hit by another memory block. I couldn't remember anything. All I knew was that my heart was beating furiously from the desire coursing through my veins, and that I was at the very end of my tether.
The next thing I knew, Adela was drawing close again, going so far as to press her breasts against my arm. The feeling of her skin against mine made goosebumps rise all over my flesh. Not only had she unbuttoned her shirt, but she had taken off her stockings as well, revealing her bare legs.
I recoiled from her with a scowl. "What are you doing?"
"It's okay," Adela crooned, the lust in her eyes unmistakable.
My mind was still in a fog. Unable to comprehend her meaning, I just sat there and stared blankly at her.
Adela's cheeks were growing redder by the second. She gathered a strand of her hair and coquettishly swept it over her chest. "I'm willing to do this with you. After all, we will soon become a real couple."
I was disturbed by this whole situation. All the while, I had thought Adela to be a timid girl, but she turned out to be quite the opposite. In fact, she was more than proactive than she had any right to be. Gone was her initial shyness and innocence from our first meeting. And that only compounded my disgust for her.
"Believe me, Your Majesty, I'm more than happy to tend to your needs. We will do this often in the future, anyway, won't we? We will be a couple soon." Adela repeated that damn phrase, putting emphasis on the word "couple." She then lowered her head coyly, which appeared to me like a pathetic attempt to evoke her previous pure image.
Hearing her refer to us as a couple somehow made me sick to my stomach.
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