The dinner finishes after some time. Zane feels full after eating so much. The food was tasty, and her stubbornness didn’t help either as she kept pestering him to take another bite, again and again.
He finds out later that she made too much food today, so she was just making him eat all of it to keep the food from getting wasted.
Now, he sits on the bed in the room upstairs. His palm rubs his belly slowly as he lets out a burp... again.
Okay... I might have to update my perspective on her. She can be a little sadistic too. First, the sugar and now this.
Just then, Clara enters the room while washing her hands with the towel.
The faint sign of exhaustion now visible on her face, with her light brown blouse slightly damp with her sweat, making the subtle curve of her breasts visible through the fabric.
She manages a small smile after stopping near the bed. "It can be a bit tiring after the whole day of work..." She shifts before finally taking the seat on the edge beside him.
Zane’s gaze follows her movement as she sits, his gaze lingering on the curves which only look inviting rather than dirty, with her sweat.
Both of their gazes meet each other’s, and the tension between them rises immediately, bringing the memory of her ’punishment’ from the kitchen to here.
She shifts her hips to the side, bringing herself closer to him. "Jack... I feel tired, you know."
Her gaze meets his, her expression almost pleading.
His control wavers over from her action. He gulps and presses harder against her. His hand slowly slides closer to her before finally resting on her thigh, over the fabric of her skirt.
[The Host’s ’will’ is being threatened by the instinctual responses of Jack’s body.]
The notification makes his hand twitch against her thigh. He doesn’t understand why his will is being threatened. He also wants to do this, it’s not because of Jack. His mind races to find a solution urgently.
What should I do...? I don’t want to move away from her. Is it because I am letting her attraction get over me? Yes! Emotions! I cannot just go physical completely. I have to maintain my own mental connection to her.
The idea shifts his perception quickly. He realizes that this desire is still owned by this body, not him. First, he must own this desire before doing anything else.
He moves his hand away from her thigh, which immediately brings a disappointed sigh from her lips. But before she can process his retreat, his hands find their way to her shoulder.
Zane shifts from his place and pushes her back on the bed. The new position, with her legs hanging by the edge and the rest of her body lying completely on the bed, highlights the curves of her breasts and hips even more.
According to the previous information... I must do things which Jack might not have done with her. With my own emotions and feelings.
"Jack? What... are you doing?" Her voice comes quiet and confusing as she looks at him.
He hasn’t replied yet. He adjusts his body to move over her, his thighs pressed on either side of her hips. His hands press on her shoulders before he leans down. His face stops inches away from her face as he murmurs.
"You are beautiful... Clara."
Clara lets out a surprised sound at his compliment, which turns into a soft giggle as she forgets her previous disappointment instantly. "W...what? Jack, you cannot say these things better..." Despite her words, her hands find his cheeks, her thumbs stroking small circles near his mouth as she looks up at him.
[The Will has stabilized again. It is being reinforced further.]
Zane smiles, both at her reaction and the notification. Good... I like this even better. He rests his forehead over hers, brushing his nose against her nose as he keeps whispering, "When I saw you standing by the window earlier... I wanted to hug you tightly at that moment. You are very warm..."
Her smile widens even more, her mouth opening slightly as she inhales. Her hand slides behind his neck to pull his face even closer.
"Mm... keep speaking. You are saying good things today..." she whispers.
The room around them has become merely a background in this moment. Only their voices and the sound of friction between their clothes echo in the room.
Clara’s toes press against the floor, her hips lifting off the bed to grind against his weight. One of her hands slides down his back and stops near his lower spine, where she presses his hip down against hers.
"Hng...🖤"
Soon, their hips start pressing against each other. Every grind of his hips against her brings a fresh moan from her and shifts her skirt over her abdomen in a way that could make any man stare at her.
While their lower bodies indulge in their motions, their faces don’t stay idle. Zane’s lips land against her cheek, digging into the swell of her soft cheek smoothly. His lips find her next cheek and then her nose, where he holds the point of her nose between his mouth.
Clara’s eyes are already closed, but her body is hyperactive with tension and sensations. She also fills his face with kisses of her own, though her kisses are more messy and lost than his.
Her fingers suddenly curl into his hair at the nape of his neck, and she tugs at them to urge his head back. Her eyes, filled with desire and adoration, find him. She laps at her lips with her tongue slowly and breathes, "Kiss me... I want to kiss you, please."
Zane’s breath hitches after hearing that. Kiss... kiss... I can kiss her now. He doesn’t wait or respond to her with words. His weight falls fully over her body, his lips part before he lowers them down and locks against hers.