XI
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> She unable to finish the sentence because of the embarrassment.
> he said with a love smile.
The girl blushed even more and turned back to the lake.
How could he talk to her like that? Why didn't he take a rude? She was his princess, daughter of the King God's bounty.
> He touched her arm.
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> He seemed fun.
> She looked at him frowned and upset.
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> She pointed out.
> He caressed her back before he got even closer and left her a kiss on the discovered shoulder.
That perfume...
He ran a few moments with his lips slightly pressed on her skin to taste the smell of rose. Delicate and passionate. A carnal love. He wondered if he would hold her in an amplexus, he would have been stinged by her thorns. With the tip of nose, he touched her shoulder, up to her neck, then forced himself to step away.
> She said uncomfortable, but she was awfully curious about that new world and those strange, strong feelings. Nothing he'd ever lived in the palace had been comparable to that moment.
> He smiled trying not to make his tension appear.
> Those words followed a firm look at him, pointed at his eyes, who caught himself off guard, found himself speechless.
But what was he trying to do? You wanted to drive him crazy?
He wouldn't take the naivety of a princess, even if he needed it on a silver platter, knew it would come time to say goodbye, he knew he'd spend the night after the wedding with the prince and that he would prove his purity. If she hadn't, she didn't know what trouble she'd get herself into.
And yet she studied him out of curiosity, it seemed to want to find out the pleasures of the body that night.
He forced himself to smile again.
> Tried to make fun of her to ease the mood.
> was very intimidated even though she was trying to show otherwise.
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She looked at him frowned, seemed to be really upset.
Adrien was amazed by that reaction. She wasn't a common woman who was looking at her.
He took a deep breath and he put his knees bent to look at the shore of the pond, from the reflection of the dark water saw her come close and bend over. The cleavage of the dress left his chest discovered and he had to take his eyes off immediately.
> Swallow loud. She couldn't have that angel of woman turned into a curious demon.
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It was so heartbreaking to see her very perplexed and pure, so much that she couldn't understand her need.
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At that question, he knew what he was asking and was shocked.
She knew why she had to stop the kiss, she knew what would happen if he hadn't stopped. He wanted to know why he was so worried about it.
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> Said nervous.
But what did she want from him?
> He got up again to stand in front of her.
> she admitted with her eyes that were making themselves more wet and shiny.
Adrien was torn apart again. She was honest, she admitted her fear to him, confided to a difficult subject for a woman, let alone a princess. But how could he help you? Just thinking about his wedding night, the skilled man would salvage.
Imaging another man was heartbreaking.
How could he help you?
> Abbashed the head.
> Her voice was shaking at her for the crying held.
> He screamed at her before he turned her back on and kicked a rock in the water.
> she whisper uncertain.
> He had punched but he didn't turn around.
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> he Turned fast.
> She screaming.
> Tried to calm down. Deep down, he saw her really shaken up.
> she knocked her head down.
Adrien looked at her in the most complete chaos of her mind. Did he confess to returning his feelings?
No, he shouldn't have given up.
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She couldn't have said that.
For the boy it was like getting a punch in the lower belly. It was a dream to hear that from her, even though she knew it wasn't right.
He really wanted to give her what she wanted. Take her and make her his at that moment, strip her and love her like he'd done a thousand times in his dreams, actually possess her and touch her everywhere, care and hold her at the same time.
He looked at the lake and sighed.
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He turned towards her and raised her hand to caress her with her knuckles and move a black, rebel lock from the front of her face.
> he closer his face to her, abducted in recognising the poem of her favorite poet.
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He whisper on her anxious lips now.
The tension was back at the top, but she couldn't not recite the poem she had memorized just because it made her think of her.
Antoinette smiled. Heart, honest. The harmonious rice had lit in Adrien even more love.
> she said the title by making him realize that he knew what he had just played her.
> he winked at her smiling. He was glad he made her forget that crazy whim.
> he left her a kiss on her forehead and she nodded enchanted.
As they walked, he held her hand behind her back.
He still had those crazy talk in his head.
Before we both crossed the threshold, she turned towards the young.
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