Chapter 17: The First Night (3) Continuing

Chapter 17: The First Night (3) Continuing "Now, where were we?" Mikhailis asked, trying his best to muster his handsome-guy voice while leaning in once more, ready to pick up where they had left off. As Mikhailis leaned back in, capturing Elowen's lips once again, he could feel something. There is something that felt different this time. The warmth was still there, the softness of her lips meeting his, but... there was hesitation. A subtle change in her body, in the way she moved. Of course, what appeared on his glasses is not a real system that gives you help in terms of your relationship so that you could make an unbeatable harem or such. It's Rodion's doing his awful joke which Mikhailis regretted ever programmed him with it. Shut up, Rodion. Her kiss wasn't as urgent now. Not like before, when she'd pulled him in with that fire burning between them. Now, her lips were softer, slower, almost as if she was holding back, keeping something from him. Her hands, once gripping his tunic like it was the only thing keeping her grounded, now rested calmly on his chest as she has a complete control over herself. There was no more trembling, no more scratch of her nails against his skin. Mikhailis could feel it. As if the whole thing was just a performance. She's holding herself back... Her composure was back. The queenly mask she wore when she ruled Silvarion had returned, even in this intimate moment. Elowen kissed him, but the passion... the rawness... it was restrained. He wasn't going to let it stay that way. Not now. This eccentric virgin guy has his own idealism, and it's to have a real passionate sex with his queen in this world. Mikhailis tightened his hold on her as his hands sliding down her back again, urging her to come closer. She responded, but only just. Her body pressed against his, but not with the same intensity as before. She's hiding. Instead of pulling away, Mikhailis deepened the kiss, his tongue moving gently but with purposeful teasing as if he's a master, trying to draw her back into that moment. To make her forget whatever was holding her back now. Am I moving right? I've practiced with a jelly candy but it couldn't speak so I don't really know if my movement was right or not. Elowen let out a soft sound, her breath hitching, and for a second, Mikhailis thought she might give in. Good... finally... His hands began to wander, sliding down her back, feeling the curve of her waist, the smoothness of her dress. The fabric felt cool against his fingers, but he knew that underneath, her skin was warm, alive. He wanted to feel more of her, to close the gap between them even further. Slowly, deliberately, his hands moved lower, fingers tracing the edge of her dress. Elowen's breath hitched, and he could feel her tense for a moment, but she didn't pull away. He took that as a sign to continue. His fingers brushed her bare skin lightly, sending a shiver through her that he could feel against his chest. Mikhailis let his lips trail from her mouth down to her jaw, pressing soft kisses against her skin, feeling her body react to each touch. Elowen let out a quiet gasp, her hands tightening in his hair for just a moment before they moved down to his shoulders, holding onto him as if steadying herself. He could sense her still trying to maintain control, but the way her body responded to him told him she was close to letting go again. Her breaths came in short, quick bursts, and Mikhailis could feel the rise and fall of her chest against his. He kissed down to her neck, feeling the soft skin under his lips, his hands now resting on her hips, pulling her closer still. "Elowen..." he murmured her name again, his lips brushing her neck as his hands continued to explore, moving under the fabric of her dress. He could feel the heat of her skin now, the softness of it, and it made him want more. Elowen's body pressed against his, her breaths became quicker now, and her chest rising and falling against him. She then let out a small sound, something between a gasp and a moan, and Mikhailis felt her grip his tunic tighter, pulling him closer. He moved his hands up her body, exploring every curve, feeling the tension in her muscles as she tried to hold back. But he wasn't going to let her stay in control. Not anymore. He wanted her to feel what he was feeling, to let go completely. He kissed her neck again, slower this time, savoring the way she shivered under his touch. His fingers grazed her back, slipping under the fabric of her dress, feeling the warmth of her skin. Elowen's breath hitched, and he could feel her body tense again, but she didn't stop him. She's letting go... finally. Mikhailis's hands moved lower, tracing the line of her spine before resting on her hips again. He pulled her closer, his lips trailing down her neck, kissing the soft skin just below her ear. Elowen let out a quiet moan, her body pressing against his with more urgency now, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. He could feel the tension between them building again, the heat rising. His hands moved back up her body, pulling her closer still, until there was no space left between them. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the way her body responded to his touch, and it drove him to want more. Elowen's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising against his, her body trembling slightly in his arms. Mikhailis kissed her again, this time slower, deeper, trying to coax her into letting go completely. His hands moved down to her waist, pulling her against him, feeling the heat between them growing with each second. He could tell she was close to surrendering, to giving in to the moment like she had before. But there was still that hint of restraint, that last bit of composure she was clinging to. Mikhailis wasn't going to let her keep it. He kissed her deeper, his hands sliding lower, brushing the edge of her dress again. This time, when his fingers touched her bare skin, Elowen gasped, her body pressing against his with more urgency. He could feel her trembling now, her hands clutching at his shoulders as if she needed to hold onto something, to keep herself from falling completely. Good... just let go... He kissed her neck again, his hands exploring her body, feeling the tension melt away with each touch. Elowen's breath came in short, quick bursts, her chest rising and falling against his. She let out a soft moan, her body pressing against his, her hands clutching at him as if she couldn't hold back any longer. Mikhailis could feel the change in her now. She was no longer holding back, no longer trying to maintain control. She was letting go, giving in to the moment, to him. And he was going to make sure she didn't regret it. He kissed her again, slower, deeper, his hands moving along her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her skin. Elowen's body responded to him, her breath coming in quick, quiet gasps, her chest rising against his. She moaned softly, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. Finally... He could go further.