Gabriel's eyes widened, his arousal spiking as he watched her twirl the yoyo around her slender finger. She approached him, her hips swaying with a mesmerizing rhythm, her skintight suit hugging every curve of her body. The suit's fabric was so thin, it was almost as if she were naked, revealing the tantalizing outline of her bra and panties. His eyes devoured the sight of her, his mind racing with the possibilities of what she had in store for him.
Ladybug reached the bed and with a swift movement, she sat on the edge, her legs crossed and her yoyo resting on her lap. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Come," she said, her voice a seductive purr, "Let's play."
Without a word, he found himself moving towards the bed, his legs shaking with anticipation. She gracefully stood up, placing her yoyo aside, and reached for his wrists. Her grip was surprisingly firm as she slowly and teasingly brought his arms up to the bed frame, tying them to each side with a piece of her trademark red string. She repeated the process with his ankles, leaving him spread-eagled and vulnerable before her.
Gabriel felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as she stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes lingering on his bulging erection. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, his body aching for release. He watched as she began to peel off her suit, revealing her flawless skin, her perky breasts straining against the confines of her nipples, her slender waist and the slightest hint of her panties.
"Now, Monsieur Agreste," she said, her voice dripping with sweet innocence that belied the heat in her gaze. "Let's see if you can handle the thrill of 'Caught in the Web'."
With a wink, Ladybug began to walk around him, her suit clinging to her like a second skin, revealing every inch of her flawless body. She knew exactly how to move, how to make the fabric of her outfit glide over her curves, highlighting the swell of her breasts, the tightness of her waist, and the roundness of her hips.
Gabriel's eyes were glued to her, his breathing ragged. The way her suit hugged her curves, the way it cupped her breasts, leaving just the right amount of cleavage for his imagination to run wild, was driving him insane. He could see the outline of her panties, and the way the fabric clung to her pussy, hinting at the wetness that was surely pooling there.
He felt his cock strain against his pants, begging for release, as Ladybuck's teasing grew bolder. She stepped closer, her breasts nearly brushing against his chest, her breath warm on his neck. The smell of her sweet perfume filled his nostrils, sending his senses into overdrives. Her fingers danced across his skin, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched.
Gabriel's thoughts were a whirlwind of lust and confusion. He had never felt this way before, not even with his own wife. This girl, this... creature, had him so wound up, he couldn't think straight. He watched as she leaned over him, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her suit, the lace of her bra barely concealing her nipples. He could see the outline of her panties, and his imagination painted a vivid picture of what lay beneath.
"You like this, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a siren's call in his ear. "You want me to touch you more, don't you?"
He nodded, unable to speak. Her hand moved to his chest, tracing the line of his abs, her fingertips brushing over his stomach and down to the bulge in his pants. He groaned as she began to stroke him through the fabric, her touch light and feather-like. She was playing a game with him, and he was her willing pawn.
Ladybug's teasing grew more intense. She'd lean in close, her breasts pressing against his chest, her hips swaying as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Each time, she'd pull away before he could do anything more than gasp for air. His body was on fire, desperate for her touch.
Marinette, meanwhile, was a whirlwind of emotions. As Ladybug, she felt powerful, in control. But as she watched the man before her, bound and desperate for her, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. This was not the man she knew, not the lonely widower who craved companionship. This was Hawkmoth, her enemy.
Yet, she pushed those thoughts aside. This was for Paris. This was to save her city. And as she watched him, his eyes glazed with need, she knew she was getting through to him. He was falling for her, for the illusion she created.
Gabriel's mind was a blur of desire and anticipation. Every time Ladybug touched him, it was like a bolt of lightning shooting through him, setting his body alight with passion. He had to have her, had to feel her skin against his, her mouth on his. He was lost in a sea of sensation, her innocent seduction leaving him more aroused than he had ever been in his life.
He could feel his control slipping, his need for her growing with every passing second. He had to make a move, had to claim her for himself. But as he tugged at his restraints, she simply giggled and stepped back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not yet," she said, her voice a sultry whisper.
He could feel the tension building within him, the need for release growing with every moment she denied him. And as she approached the bed, her eyes never leaving his, he knew that soon, very soon, he would have her. He would claim her as his own, no matter what.
Ladybug climbed onto the bed, her body moving with a grace that belied the sexual tension in the air. She straddled his waist, her legs on either side of him. Her skintight suit hugged her curves so snugly that he could see every detail of her body, from the swell of her breasts to the damp fabric of her panties.
Gabriel's cock throbbed, his eyes locked onto her. Her movements were deliberate, her hips rolling slowly as she positioned herself over him. "What's wrong, Monsieur Agreste?" she cooed, her voice a teasing whisper. "Can't handle the game?"
He groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as she reached down and began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers were nimble, the fabric parting to reveal his toned abs, the dark hair trailing down to his navel. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, and he could feel the heat of her through the layers of fabric.
"You're so... tempting," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.
"That's the idea," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she continued to undo his shirt, revealing more of his muscular chest with every button. She leaned down, her breath hot against his skin as she kissed his neck, her tongue darting out to taste him.
Gabriel's eyes rolled back in his head, his body responding to her touch despite his best efforts to remain in control. He felt his cock swell even further, straining against the fabric of his pants, begging for release. Ladybug noticed, her eyes flicking down to his crotch with a knowing smile before she continued her sweet torture.
"Look at you," she whispered, her voice full of mock surprise. "You're so eager for me, aren't you?"
Gabriel groaned, his face flushing with embarrassment. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But the desire she stirred in him was too strong to resis. With each innocent touch, each playful whisper, he was losing himself to her.
Ladybug's eyes danced with amusement as she watched him squirm. She knew exactly how to push his buttons, how to keep him on edge. Her fingers traced the line of his abs, her nails lightly scraping the sensitive skin. He bucked his hips, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, her voice dripping with faux innocence.
"No," he gritted out, his eyes begging for more. "Don't stop."
Marinette felt a thrill of power rush through her as she watched him, her own desire building with every touch she gave him. She leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, her hardened nipples visible through the lace of her suit. She could feel the heat emanating from him, his body practically vibrating with need.
Her hand slid down to his crotch, cupping his bulge. She squeezed gently, making him moan, his hips jerking upwards. She could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric, a testament to his arousal. She smirked, enjoying the control she had over him.
Gabriel's thoughts were a jumble of need and frustration. He had never been so close to losing control, so close to begging for release. But he couldn't, not as Hawkmoth. He had to keep up the façade, had to maintain his dignity.
As the night wore on, Ladybug's teasing grew bolder. She straddled him, her hips moving in a slow, seductive grind against his cock. She could feel the wetness from his erection seeping through her panties, the friction driving her wild. Her own breathing was ragged now, her body responding to the passion in the room.
"You're so sexy, Monsieur Agreste," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I bet you can't wait to get your hands on me."
"Ladybug," he growled, his voice low and desperate. "You have no idea."
Marinette felt a thrill of excitement as she heard him call her by her hero name. It was all part of the game, the thrill of the chase. But she knew she had to be careful. The line between her two identities was blurring, and she couldn't let him discover the truth.
Her hand moved lower, walking over the waistband of his pants. She could feel the velvety heat of his cock, the thickness of it making her own pussy throb. His body arched off the bed, his breath coming in ragged pants.
"Tell me," she said, her voice a tease. "What do you want me to do to you?"
"Anything," he moaned. "Everything."
"Good," she purred, her eyes gleaming. "Because I have a few ideas of my own."
Ladybug began to rock her hips more firmly against him, the friction from her wet panties sending waves of pleasure through her body. She watched his face contort with need, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. She knew she had him right where she wanted him.
"Ladybug," he groaned, his eyes pleading. "Please..."
With a wicked smile, she leaned back, giving him a full view of her body. She slid her hand over her skintight suit, tracing the curve of her breast, her thumb flicking over her nipple. The fabric was so thin, he could see the pebbled peak beneath. His eyes followed her every move, his cock pulsing in response.
"Do you like watching me, Monsieur Agreste?" she asked, her voice a sweet taunt.
He nodded, his eyes never leaving her hand.
"What would you do if I let you touch me?" she whispered, her breath hot on his skin.
Gabriel's mind raced with thoughts, his cock throbbing with each one. He wanted to rip her suit off and take her, to claim her as his own. But he knew he couldn't, not yet.
Marinette felt a rush of power as she watched him, her own desire building with every stroke of her hand. She had never felt so alive, so in control. Yet, deep down, she knew this was dangerous. She was playing with fire, and she might just get burned.
"You want this," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "But you can't have it, not yet."
Gabriel's eyes snapped to hers, full of desperation. Gabriel's eyes were glued to her, his cock so hard it hurt. He watched her, his breathing shallow, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He wanted to touch her, to feel her wetness, to claim her.
"Please," he begged, his voice a strangled moan. "I need you."
Marinette felt a twinge of pity, but she couldn't let it show. She was Ladybug now, and she had a mission to fulfill. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest, and her lips just a few millimeters away. Her tongue slowly teasingly licked both her lips, tasting his desperation. He desperately tried to close the gap but his hands straining against his bondage.
"Patience, Monsieur," she whispered, her breath warm and sweet, her teeth grazing his earlobe. Her hand slid down his chest, her nails scraping lightly over his abs. "You're so... eager," she said, her voice a tease.
Gabriel's mind was racing with thoughts of her. Her scent, her taste, the way she made him feel. He had never felt this alive, this desperate. His cock was rock-hard, the fabric of his pants painfully tight. He watched as she slid her hand down further, her fingers brushing against the bulge in his pants.
"Is this what you want?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She began to stroke him through the fabric, her grip firm and sure. He groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her hand. "You're so big," she said, her voice filled with awe. "And all for m-"
Gabriel's thoughts were a whirlwind of desire as she touched him. He could feel the heat of her hand, the pressure of her fingers, and the way she was driving him closer and closer to the edge. The way she talked about his body, her admiration and excitement, it was intoxicating. He had never felt so... alive.
Ladybug leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. He could feel the heat of her breath, the softness of her skin. She was so close, yet so far away. He wanted to kiss her, to claim her, but he knew he couldn't. Not yet.
Her hand moved away from his cock, tracing the line of his abs before coming to rest just above the waistband of his pants. "Do you like this?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.
"Yes," he gasped, his body straining against the bonds. "More."
Ladybug leaned back, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she took in the sight of him, bound and desperate. She knew she had him under her spell, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.
With a smirk, Ladybug slid her hand down to the waistband of his pants, her fingertips playing with the fabric. She could feel the heat of his erection, the pulsing need of it. "Mmm," she murmured, her voice dripping with innocent intrigue. "It seems like someone is enjoying themselves."
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she began to undo his belt, her movements slow and deliberate. "Do you like this, Monsieur Agreste?" she asked, her voice a siren's song.
Gabriel's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the fabric of his pants loosen. "Oh God, yes," he moaned, his body arching off the bed.
Ladybug leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest as she worked on the button of his pants. He could feel the wetness of her panties, the heat of her desire. It was all he could do not to rip the fabric away from his cock and claim her mouth with his.
But she was in control, her touches feather-light over his pant as she teased him closer and closer to the edge. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of need and desperation. He had never felt this way before, so out of control, so desperate for releas. Ladybug leaned back, her suit straining just enough to give him a tantalizing outline of her perky nipples.
"Do you like this, Monsieur?" she asked, her voice sweet and innocent, a stark contrast to the fire in her eyes. "Do you want me to keep going?"
"Yes," he groaned, his hips bucking upwards as she slid his zipper down. "Please, Ladybug."
The sound of his voice, so desperate and needy, sent a shiver down Marinette's spine. She had him right where she wanted him, and she knew it. With a smug smile, she withdrew her hand from his pants, leaving him panting and aching for more. She stood up, the skintight suit hugging her curves like a second skin as she moved away from the bed.
Gabriel's eyes followed her every move, his gaze raking over her body hungrily. Her breasts bounced slightly with each step she took, the fabric of her suit so thin that he could see the dark circles of her areolae and the hardened tips of her nipples. She knew he was watching, and she reveled in the power she had over him.
Turning to face him, Ladybug placed a hand on her hip and smirkeed. "Mind if I take a little break?" she asked, her tone playful and filled with innuendo. She knew that she had him right where she wanted him, desperate and bound to her every whim.
Gabriel's eyes were glued to her as she sauntered over to the chair across the room, her hips swaying with each step. The way her suit clung to her body was a form of art, accentuating every curve and dip, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her shoulders, so bare and delicate, called out for his touch. Her breasts, pushed up and against her tight suit, bobbed slightly with each step she took, and he could see the outline of her bra, the fabric straining to contain her fullness. His cock throbbed in response, the pressure against his pants becoming almost painful.
Marinette, as Ladybug, felt a thrill of power as she watched him. She had never felt so in control, so sexy. She sat down in the chair, crossing her legs and leaning back, giving him an eyeful of her shapely thighs and the hint of what lay beneath. She knew he was desperate for more, but she wasn't about to give it to him that easily. She began to slowly untie her shoes, her movements deliberate and seductive.
"Do you like what you see, Monsieur Agreste?" she asked, her voice a playful purr.
Gabriel could only nod, his mouth too dry to form words. The sight of her, the way she moved, it was like nothing he had ever experienced. He watched as she slipped her shoes off, her toes wiggling slightly as they met the cool floor. She stood up, the suit hugging her body like a lover's embrace, and began to walk back towards the bed, her steps measured and deliberate.
"You're so... tempting," he managed to croak out, his voice thick with desire.
"Good," she said, her smile wicked. "That's what I aim for."
As she approached the bed, Ladybug could see the desperation in Gabriel's eyes. The bulge in his pants was a testament to his need, begging for release. She took her time, her movements slow and deliberate, her hips swaying as she approached him. Every step brought her closer to the prize she sought, his complete and utter surrender to her will.
"Is this what you want?," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress that made his cock twitch. She reached out, her hand brushing lightly against his chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his abs through his shirt. He moaned, his body reacting to her touch like it was the first time he had ever felt a woman's hand. She could feel his heart racing, his breathing shallow and fast.
"What would you do if I let you go?" she asked, her voice a teasing purr. "Would you take me right here, right now?"
Gabriel's mind was racing, his thoughts a whirlwind of desire and lust. "I would," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'd take you hard and fast, Ladybug."
Ladybug felt a thrill of excitement run through her. The power she had over him was intoxicating, and she knew she had to be careful not to let it go to her head. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest as she whispered in his ear. "But you can't," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "Not yet."
Her hand slid down to the bulge in his pants, her thumb brushing against the fabric, making it clear she knew exactly what she was doing. "But I'm afraid you're not quite ready for that, Monsieur Agreste," she said, her voice a playful taunt. "First, I think we need to get to know each other a little better."
With a wink, Ladybug climbed back onto the bed, her movements a dance of seduction. She straddled his thighs, her hips moving in a slow, teasing grind against his erection. "Do you like this?" she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. "Do you like feeling me against you?"
Gabriel could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps. The fabric of his pants was soaked with pre-cum, the pressure building with every movement she made. Ladybug leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest, the lacy cups of her bra visible through the thin material of her suit.
Marinette felt the power of her alter ego, the confidence and sex appeal that came with being Ladybug. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of it was too much to resist. As she teasingly hovered over Gabriel, her skintight suit hugging her every curve, she reveled in the way his eyes devoured her. Her heart raced as she reached down to stroke his chest, her touch feather-light and innocent, yet laced with the promise of something much more.
Gabriel's chest was a landscape of desire, the muscles flexing beneath her fingertips, his abs contracting with each shallow breath. She traced the lines of his abs, her nails scraping lightly against the fabric of his pants. His cock jerked in response, the thickness and length of it clearly visible even through the material. Marinette felt a thrill of excitement, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.
Her eyes locked onto his, she slid her hand down, her thumb brushing the tip of his erection through his pants. "Do you like that?" she whispered, her voice a sweet siren's call.
Gabriel groaned, his eyes glazed with lust. "Yes," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "More."
Marinette leaned closer, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear. "But we're not there yet, Monsieur Agreste," she said, her tone a mix of innocence and seduction. "First, we have to play."
Gabriel's mind was racing with thoughts of her, his body straining against the bonds that held him captive. He could feel the heat of her, the way she was driving him closer and closer to the edge. Her hand continued to move, her strokes growing bolder, her grip firmer. Each touch was a promise, a tease that made his cock throb and his balls ache.
Marinette could see the desperation in his eyes, the way his body was begging for release. She knew she had to keep him guessing, had to keep him on the edge. She leaned back, her hand still on his bulge, her movements slow and deliberate. "You're so hard," she murmured, her voice a sweet tease. "Do you think about me like this when I'm not around?"
Gabriel's eyes snapped to hers, his breathing shallow and erratic. "Ladybug," he growled, his voice strained with need. "You have no idea."
Marinette smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe I do," she said, her voice a whisper. "Maybe I know exactly what you want." She began to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, her pussy rubbing against his thigh.
Gabriel's eyes widened as he felt the wetness of her panties, the heat of her sex against his skin. His cock jerked, the fabric of his pants tightening around it. He had never been so turned on in his life, and she was doing it all without even touching him directly.
"Ladybug," he groaned, his voice desperate. "Please."
Marinette leaned back, her breasts heaving with every breath she took. She watched as his gaze followed the movement, his eyes dark with lust. "What's the matter, Monsieur Agreste?" she asked, her voice a playful purr. "Can't take it?"
Ladybug leaned down, her lips a hair's breadth away from his. "But this is exactly how I like it," she whispered, her eyes dark with desire.
Her hand slid up his thigh, her fingers lightly grazing the fabric of his pants. He moaned, his body straining towards her touch. She could feel the wetness of his pre-cum, the heat of his desire. It was all she could do not to rip the fabric away and take him in her mouth.
Gabriel's thoughts were a jumble of need and frustration. He had never felt so powerless, so desperate for release. The way she talked, the way she moved, it was like she had control over his very soul. And yet, he was the one with the power to end it all. He had to keep his focus, had to remember his mission.
Ladybug slid her hand away, her movements a tease. She stood up, the suit clinging to her body like a second skin. Marinette turned around, her ass swaying as she walked away from the bed.
"Where are you going?" Gabriel's voice was thick with lust, his eyes glued to the perfect curve of her ass.
Ladybug glanced over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with mischievious intent as she sailed away from the bed, leaving Gabriel tied up and trembling with anticipation. She knew she had him on the edge, his cock straining against his pants, begging for release. The power was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of it all.
Turning to face him fully, she began to sway her hips in a tantalizing rhythm, her skintight suit hugging her body in all the right places. The curves of her ass were accentuated with each step she took, the fabric stretching tautly across her round, firm cheeks. She could see his eyes widen as they followed her, taking in every inch of her. The way her breasts bounced gently with her movements, the outline of her bra clearly visible, was driving him wild.
"Do you like watching me, Monsieur Agreste?" she asked, her voice a sweet, teasing melody. "I know you do."
Gabriel could only nod, his eyes never leaving her body. The sight of her, so confident and in control, was more than he could handle. He felt his cock throb painfully in his pants, the fabric sticking to his skin with pre-cum. Her every move was a deliberate tease, a promise of what could be if only he could break free.
She watched his eyes follow her every move, his breathing becoming more ragged. The fabric of her suit clung to her aroused breasts, her nipples hard and pert, begging for his attention.
"What would you do if I let you go?" she whispered, her voice a siren's call.
"I'd make you scream," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.
Marinette felt a shiver of excitement run through her, despite the guilt gnawing at her. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't resist the temptation to see how far she could push him.
Gabriel's cock was a monstrous, veiny beast through his pants, a clear indication of his desperation. The bulge was so prominent, it looked like it might tear through the fabric at any moment. His eyes never left her body, devouring every inch of her as she moved closer, her suit hugging every curve of her body.
"Do you like watching, Monsieur Agreste?" she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "Do you want me to keep going?"
"Yes," he hissed, his eyes dark with lust. "I want more."
Gabriel's eyes were glued to Ladybug as she moved closer, his 16 inch boner pressing painfully against the confines of his pants. The fabric was stretched to its limits, outlining the length and girth of his cock in a way that left no room for doubt. She could see the desperation in his eyes, the way his pupils had dilated and his breathing had become shallow. He was putty in her hands, and she loved every second of it. Suddenly, she had an idea, as she smirked.
"It's getting late," she said, her voice a sweet purr, "I think we've had enough fun for one day."
Gabriel's eyes snapped to hers, filled with desperation and confusion. "No," he groaned. "Please, don't stop."
With that, she turned and began to walk away, her hips swaying in a mesmerizing rhythm that had Gabriel's eyes glued to her ass. She could feel his gaze on her, the heat of his stare burning through her suit. Her pussy was wet, and her clit was throbbing with every step she took, but she forced herself to remain in character.
As she reached the door, she looked over her shoulder, giving him one last wink before she disappeared into the shadows of the night.
Gabriel was left alone in the room, his body trembling with need. The fabric of his pants tight over his boner, the evidence of his arousal clear. He lay there, bound and desperate, his mind racing with thoughts of the girl who had captured his heart and his lust. Ladybug. The way she had touched him, so innocently yet so deliberately, had driven him wild. Her skintight suit hugged every curve of her body, revealing the perfection of her figure. Her breasts, pert and full, strained against the material, their shape visible even through the layers.
He thought back to the way her shoulders had moved, the waistline of the suit hugging her slender frame and the curve of her hips that led to her tight, round ass. The memory of her teasing touches made his cock throb even more, the fabric of his pants now sticking to his skin with his arousal. He could feel the precum leaking from the tip of his cock, the wetness spreading and making the material cling to his shaft even more.
The room was silent except for the sound of his own breathing, ragged and heavy with need. He tried to adjust his position, but the ropes held him firmly in place, reminding him of his helplessness. He couldn't believe what had just happened, the way she had danced around him, her body a vision of innocent seduction wrapped in a crimson and black suit that left nothing to the imagination. The way her breasts had jiggled with each step she took, the outline of her bra peeking out and taunting him, had been almost too much to bear.
As he lay there, he couldn't help but replay the moments in his head. The way she had leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his chest, the scent of her perfume intoxicating him. Her breath had been warm and sweet, sending shivers down his spine as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear, her voice a siren's call that he was powerless to resist. He could feel her pussy against his thigh, wet and warm, driving him to the brink of madness. And yet, she had stopped, leaving him bound and aching for more.
The thought of her returning filled him with anticipation and fear. What would she do next? Would she finally give in to the passion that was so obviously simmering between them? Or would she continue her sweet torture, leaving him on the edge for eternity? He didn't know, but he craved it all the same.
Marinette returned back to her room, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She could see the desperation in his eyes, the way his cock strained against the fabric of his pants. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him—on the edge of release, desperate for more. The image of Gabriel's bulging erection was burned into her mind, his 16 inch monster begging for her touch. The way his abs had rippled beneath her fingertips, the heat of his cock against her thigh, had made her own body respond in ways she had never felt before. Her pussy was wet, her clit swollen and aching, but she had to stay focused. This was her mission, her way of saving Paris from the clutches of Hawkmoth without him ever knowing it was her.