orphanis:

she wants to savor   everything   ;   this moment   ,   this woman and the sounds that bounce against the walls of the quiet   ,   sleeping castle   ,   savor the danger of the situation that has emma’s veins pumping with more adrenaline than she can ever recall experiencing   .   while every single soul remains unconscious to what happens in those empty hallways during the dead of night   ,   the princess still loves the feeling of being so exposed to this kind of danger   ;   &   she’s gonna make sure her lover finds it just as enjoyable   .

good thing she happens to know just how to achieve that   .

she never lets go of caroline’s plump lips   ,   not even when she’s out of every breath or when her lungs become desperate and beg for air   .   instead   ,   she completely drowns in the passion that keeps them pressed together like a magnet   ,   little moans of her own dancing on her lips as a hot and demanding tongue explores her lover’s mouth   .

the princess’ current position doesn’t allow her to see much of the show caroline is putting up for her   ;   still   ,   she catches a glimpse of naked thighs where she’s spent her nights countless of times   ,   the thought of her lover being so exposed to the entire world enough to put more fuel   (   if that’s even possible anymore   )   to emma’s hunger   .   ❝   good girl   .   ❞   the whispered words caress the older woman’s ear where emma positions her lips   ,   eyes scanning down the body in her arms   ,   completely at her mercy   .

❝   there’s just one more thing that needs to be fixed   .   ❞   the thought of getting herself in trouble later for doing this barely even crosses the reckless mind of the younger girl   ;   without thinking   ,   emma reaches for the dress covering her governess’ chest and curls her fingers within the top   ,   pulling hard at it   ——   one   ,   two times   ——   before effortlessly ripping the material apart   ,   the woman’s breasts now at display   .   ❝   perfect   .   ❞   licking the bottom of suddenly dry lips   ,   she wastes no time closing her hand around one of caroline’s breasts and squeezing it hard in her grip   .                

_{the rush of carmine blush ran down the governess’ cheeks, taking over the pallid skin of her neck and shoulders once the sound of torn, ripped fabric reached her ears. caroline whined in protest —- for the unexpected exposure, for the cold that clung to every inch of her flesh and caused her breasts to peak against the frozen window. for emma’s hand that refused to give her what she wanted, and she reached her arm back to grab the princess by the hair. drawing her closer,  warm breath hitting caroline’s ear, neck and back as she guided the woman’s other hand deeper, and higher, between her open thighs.}

_{❝ jesus - emma —- ❞ a hot exhalation, pursed lips and a heaving chest, knees that bent and struggled to support her own weight. propped against the glass, hopelessly trapped between its transparent surface and the woman’s front, caroline began —and shamelessly so— riding the same fingers that had felt her body a thousand times before. pushing against them, caring not about who might be seeing or listening. had she not been a lady, with a spotless reputation to maintain, the governess might have opened her mouth to call out emma’s name, just for the sake of the entire land knowing about them. about this, about the numbing effect the princess’ hands had on her. ❝ —- i love you. ❞}

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