Chapter Thirteen: Indecent Proposal
Von Karma Estate, April 10, 2019
The aching familiarity of that mischievous grin, combined with the thrill of being in his arms, made her spirits soar, and feel light-hearted enough to float. Not to mention the euphoric joyfulness brought by his words, and what they symbolized.
Franziska peered up at him from beneath her lashes with a sexy, confident expression on her face.
"You know, Miles, it is still your birthday," she purred. "I think right about now is the time we got to that dessert I promised you."
"But we've already had that superb black forest – oh," Miles caught on quickly when he spotted her lascivious look. "I imagine it will be slightly lower-calorie, though?"
"Yet it is equally as sinful, I assure you."
The femme fatale pulled away from his arms and stepped back. Reaching behind her neck, she deftly released the two ties that bound her sleek halter dress together and let it slide slowly down her body, clinging briefly to her hips for a second before drifting to the bearskin rug at her feet, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her ivory stiletto heels, snow-colored see-through lacy bra, and matching wispy lace panties, with the blazing fireplace creating a sensual, luminous glow over the lusciously displayed curves of her beautiful, supple body.
He felt his mouth go dry as he hungrily eyed the vixen standing before him. Never before had pure, virginal white looked so decadently, irresistibly impure, and unchaste. He felt himself easily topple on the armchair behind him as she shoved him backward with one scarlet-tipped hand, and felt his blood pressure, among other things, rise.
Franziska caught the hungry look in his eyes and gave him an irrepressible smile. Then she walked over to him, and put her lips to his, asking for their familiar kiss. She ran her tongue along his lips, parting them enough to slide its tip inside his warm mouth. He surrendered under her coaxing, and she deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced in slow motion. She moaned once, sending a whole new shiver down his spine, straight to his groin. A loud gasp escaped his throat. The kiss was long and as satisfying as a favorite meal.
Without warning, she suddenly wrenched her mouth away from his. Then, without smiling at him, without saying a word, without doing anything other than meeting his eyes, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, pushing the sides of the material apart to bare his muscled chest and rippling abdominals, before expertly unbuckling his belt. It was utterly surprising—and red hot. She was the mistress of the art, and he was her equal.
She leisurely sank to her knees before him, pushing his trousers and silk boxers down his hips …
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Flushed with both tenderness and consummate benediction, all he could muster afterward was, "Until you, meine Dame…none other until you…"
Franziska barely bit back a triumphant leer as she gazed up at him.
"May I propose a lifetime of such glorious satisfaction, Liebling? Was that enough incentive for you?"
"Yes!" He was still breathing heavily, his expression a combination of both devotion and raw lust.
"Was that a yes to a satisfying life with me as your Frau?" She persisted silkily as she ran her nail along the inside of his inner thigh. "Or to that being incentive enough?"
"I will never be satisfied, Franziska Von Karma!" Miles countered raggedly, right before lunging forward and pinning her beneath him on the rug where she had been kneeling. "Not until I've ensured you've reached the same level of sublime bliss you just took me to."
"This is hardly a direct answer to my marriage proposal, Herr Edgeworth! Furthermore, Miles, today is your special day! Everything is supposed to be all about you…"
Her weak protest was muffled as he crushed his lips against hers.
"Mein Gott, what you do to me, Franziska," he groaned over and over as the lightning bolts of fulfillment shot through him. And as they clung together amid spiraling fireworks, he found words welling up from inside - words he belatedly realized had been lying in wait. "Marry me, meine Dame."
Neither knew if it was seconds, minutes, or eons that they lay in a state of complete exhaustion. Miles was the first to move. He propped himself on one elbow and gazed down at her.
"I guess this means we're engaged now," he said, still breathing unevenly.
"So, your mid-action proposal was an affirmative to my initial marriage proposition?" She jibed, the corners of her mouth curling up into a sensuous, exultant smile.
Miles smirked and nodded his head as he leaned over her.
"Ach ja, baby! " He growled, before hungrily claiming her lips with his own again.
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