Flower in the Trap - Chapter 7

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Linaelina stood at the edge of the terrace, gazing up at the silent night sky. The wind brushed gently through her damp hair, cool and restless. Her thin nightgown, light as cicada wings, clung to the soft curves of her body, almost translucent beneath the moonlight.

“What now… what am I supposed to do next…” she whispered to herself, eyes fixed on the stars scattered across the vast sky.

Just as she was deep in thought, a composed voice came from behind her, “Princess, do you not intend to be responsible for your servant?”

Startled, Linaelina turned around. Her eyes widened as she saw Kaellian standing in the darkness, his silver eyes glimmering like starlight.

“You… how did you get here? When did you—”

Before the question left her lips, he was already in front of her. His presence swallowed the space between them, his shadow stretching over her completely. She tried to step back on instinct, but he moved faster. One arm slid around her waist, drawing her gently into his embrace.

“You ……” Linaelina frowned slightly, trying to stop him. But Kaellian’s other hand had already risen, gently cupping her cheek. “Did the princess not like my performance last night?”

Linaelina’s lashes trembled, her cheeks tinged with pink. “No…” she murmured, but before she could say more, a warm kiss brushed gently against her lips.

“Wait…” she instinctively turned her face to the side, her hands pressing gently against his chest in an attempt to push him away. Beneath her palms, she could feel the steady and powerful rhythm of his heartbeat.

Kaellian followed the curve of her lips, brushing and teasing with feather-light touches. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past her parted lips, skillfully coaxing her hesitant response. With slow, seductive strokes, he licked and stirred, his gentle insistence unraveling her resistance.

Linaelina gradually lost herself in the slow seduction, her hands instinctively finding his shoulders in search of something to hold on to. Her body moved closer to his on its own, drawn by the heat radiating from him and the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

Linaelina’s body stiffened briefly, her hand pressed against his chest, fingers applying a touch more pressure in an attempt to resist. But Kaellian’s kisses carried a quiet determination, gradually unraveling her reason.

Sensing her hesitation, a barely noticeable smile curved his lips. He pulled her closer, wrapping her firmly in his embrace.

As she struggled to catch her breath, he leaned in beside her ear, his voice low and husky with a teasing edge. “The Princess seems to be enjoying this.”

Linaelina froze in shock, and just as she was about to respond, he smoothly turned her around. Before she could react, her hands had already been guided up onto the cold surface of the balcony railing.

“Kae…Kaellian?”

Linaelina called out in a panic, trying to turn around, but Kaellian leaned in against her back. He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, his hands moving slowly around her waist from behind. His touch was calm and deliberate yet carried an unmistakable sense of control.

“Don’t move.” His voice murmured low beside her ear. His hand slipped beneath her nightgown, resting first against her lower abdomen before gradually sliding upward. As his fingertips brushed over her skin, her body trembled instinctively, and her breath came faster.

His palms cupped her full, soft bre*sts with deliberate ease, his movements unhurried, like a skilled potter shaping delicate clay. He kneaded gently, his fingertips gliding with precision, stroking over the most sensitive places.

Linaelina bit her lip hard, not daring to make a sound. The tips of her ears were flushed so deeply they looked ready to bleed. Yet her body only grew tenser, trembling under his touch. Her cheeks burned as she shuddered and gasped, the moonlight casting a soft glow over her flushed skin, outlining her delicate figure in his gaze.

Kerrian’s palms kneaded her breasts slowly, deliberately delaying her pleasure with each patient stroke, causing her to gasp for breath and making it difficult for her to stand.

He lowered his head, his teeth grazing her shoulder and neck before his tongue swept lightly over the same spot, sending a shiver down her spine. At the same time, his knee pressed gently against her trembling calf, and Linaelina, overwhelmed by rising heat, found herself parting her legs without even realizing it.

One of Kaellian’s hands slowly moved downward, lifting the hem of Linaelina’s nightgown and letting it gather at her waist. In the quiet spill of moonlight, her pale and rounded figure was revealed, the soft interplay of light and shadow outlining a breathtaking curve.

Kaellian’s eyes grew darker, his gaze locked on his prey with a searing intensity. His hand slid downward, brushing over the protruding bones of her pelvis, gliding along the smooth dip of her lower abdomen, before stopping at the sensitive spot between her legs.

The slow glide of his knuckles along the delicate hollow between her thighs sent a tremor through her. It was no urgent caress, merely a patient, detailed exploration of her form.

Every touch was like a surge of electricity running through her nerves, sending a spasming shiver through her, and Linaelina felt the heat of wetness between her legs.

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she bit down on her lip, shame curling tight in her chest. She wanted to escape, to run far from the feeling overtaking her, but her body refused to let go. That feeling, once familiar but now uncharted, surged within her like floodwater, quietly drowning the final remnants of sanity.

“Don’t …… do …… this,” she whispered, her voice trembling, caught between resistance and a fragile plea.

Kaellian gave a low chuckle beside her ear, his breath warm and searing against her skin. “Yes, Princess.”

He withdrew his playful intentions, and pressed his fingers deeper into the narrow, moist flower gap, prompting Linaelina to inhale sharply as her body arching in response.

“No…” she murmured, a faint breath of resistance, like the final flicker of pride. But the sound was softer than mist, carried off into the star-strewn sky by the passing wind.

Her waist shifted faintly beneath Kaellian’s guidance, caught in a quiet struggle between evasion and surrender. The more she stifled the motion, the more intense the rhythm became, quiet yet fervent.

Kaellian’s fingers deepened with practiced ease, probing an inch further as if searching for a secret passage, the rhythm gradually quickening. Meanwhile, Linaelina clutched the railing, her knuckles turning white as a chill crept down her spine. Suppressed gasps slipped from her throat, small and erratic, becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

Kaellian’s lips brushed over her trembling shoulder, leaving fleeting kisses before trailing up the slender curve of her neck. When he reached her ear, he murmured in a low voice, something between a gentle coaxing and an irresistible command. “Do not hold back.”

The sound was faint, like a valve gently opening. In that moment, his fingers slipped from inside and traced gentle circles over her clitoris, followed by a quick, subtle tremor. Linaelina suddenly gasped, her whole body trembling as if struck by lightning. Her waist quivered uncontrollably as a surge of pleasure rose from her lower abdomen, so intense it nearly stole her breath, every nerve drawn tight.

“Ha ah …… ah…ah ……” Her moans finally escaped, broken and breathless between parted lips. Her body arched like a taut string, then collapsed all at once. She trembled violently as warm nectar spilled out, soaking her legs and pooling quietly beneath her in the night.

She tilted her head back, lips parted in a breath that carried a mixture of helplessness and confusion, like a flower blooming at its peak, shedding the last trace of concealment in the night, unfurling without reservation.

Her body softened little by little, as if her soul had been drawn out. She could only lean helplessly into Kaellian’s arms, gasping for breath, her skin flushed with an unbearable shade of red.

Kaellian embraced her, his palm slowly stroking over her still-trembling back, as if smoothing lingering ember, yet in truth, he was burying the fire deeper, foreshadowing the next surge burning desire.