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Dinner

A sensation of Amélia enveloping me in her embrace was unexpected, but intoxicating. Her warm body close to mine stirred a range of emotions I didn't expect to feel. As we parted, I realized that besides nervousness, I was also aroused, a visceral reaction that caught me off guard. Quickly, I put my hands in my pockets, trying to conceal my erection, and turned, abruptly leaving through the door, leaving her alone.

Rushed to my room, my mind turbulent and my body reacting intensely to Amélia's touch. The erection persisted, a mix of nervousness and desire that I needed to control. I sat at the edge of the bed, trying to focus on calming my tumultuous thoughts.

I ran my hands through my hair, taking deep breaths to regain control. I couldn't allow myself to act impulsively and ruin everything with Amélia. She was my responsibility, someone I should care for and not take advantage of in her moment of weakness.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to push away the tempting images that kept invading my mind. I needed to get my head straight before dinner. I couldn't allow anything to interfere with our already complex relationship. My sweet Amélia deserved more than my impulsiveness.

Despite all my internal warnings, a part of me, primitive and untamed, stubbornly insisted on emerging, flooding my mind with obscene images and uncontrollable desires. I could hardly believe the whirlwind of emotions that engulfed me, as if I were fighting against an invisible force compelling me towards the forbidden.

"What is happening to me?" I murmured to myself, feeling the tension growing within me, like a caged beast about to break free. My erection, impetuous and rebellious, seemed to struggle against the restraint of my clothes as I fought to maintain control over my instincts.

With a grunt of frustration, I rose abruptly and headed to the bathroom, seeking refuge in the cold water of the shower. I desperately needed to relieve the tension that consumed me before it consumed me entirely.

I allowed myself to sink into the cold water of the bathtub, feeling the coolness penetrate my skin, soothing the turmoil in my mind and body. For a brief moment, everything seemed calm, until a wave of heat washed over me again, awakening untamable sensations.

Once more, my body succumbed to temptation, and I let out an involuntary groan of disapproval as I felt my erection, firm and insistent, emerge between my legs in the warm water. But even in the face of self-questioning and inner struggle, I couldn't resist. I fell back into this vice, surrendering to vivid images of Amélia, her captivating beauty, and her tempting touch.

Thinking of her was like opening the floodgates of a river, allowing myself to be carried away by the overwhelming current of forbidden desires, losing myself in a world where only the two of us existed.

Lost in uncontrollable reveries, I surrendered to frantic and continuous movements, my hands exploring my own body in search of relief for the desire that consumed me. Every touch, every caress, was a desperate attempt to satisfy the insatiable hunger for her.

Images of Amélia flooded my mind, her angelic face, her lips slightly parted in moans of pleasure. I wondered what it would be like to taste her skin, to savor her kisses. Did she prefer quick and intense touches, or slow and prolonged movements?

One thing was certain: when I had the opportunity, I would not hesitate to show her every possible way of pleasure. I wanted her so much that, without a doubt, I would exhaust her, surrendering to her with all the strength and passion that dwelled within me.

****A few hours later

The anticipation pulsed in my chest as I eagerly awaited dinner time. I couldn't resist the temptation to anticipate the moment, asking for it to be served earlier than usual. I wanted to see her, I wanted to admire her in that dress I had specially chosen for her.

Every second felt like an eternity, my heart beat irregularly as the image of her dressed in that outfit invaded my thoughts incessantly. The anticipation was almost palpable, an electric sensation that ran through my entire body, leaving me restless and eager for the moment when I would finally see her.

With a mix of nervousness and excitement, I meticulously dressed in my formal attire, adjusting every detail with precision. My eyes met the image reflected in the mirror, examining every aspect of my appearance, from the hairstyle to the tiniest details of the outfit.

Then, with a determined gesture, I asked one of my maids to take on the role of a companion for Amélia during the times when I would be occupied. I wanted to ensure she wouldn't feel lonely, especially when I was absent due to my responsibilities.

With a tone of urgency and anxiety, I turned to Sandy, my trusted maid, and made my request with a touch of pleading in my voice.

"Please, Sandy, could you do me a favor? Now that you'll be the lady's companion, could you go to her room and see if she needs any help? Let her know that dinner will be ready in 30 minutes, and I earnestly ask her not to be late!"

Sandy nodded briskly, ready to fulfill my request. "Yes, Mr. Antony..." she replied before leaving.

As she headed towards Amelia's room, my heart pounded, filled with anticipation. I made my way to the dining room, checking every detail to ensure that everything was perfect for our encounter.

The minutes felt like hours as I wrestled with a flood of concerns. Should I have hired a musician to create a more romantic atmosphere? What if I ran out of words during dinner? What if an awkward silence hung over us? So many uncertainties haunted my mind, leaving me restless.

Seated in the dining room, I watched the clock's hand move relentlessly. Every minute was an eternity, and I nervously tapped my feet to dispel the growing tension. When the clock finally struck 7:30 PM, I stood up abruptly, determined to personally greet her at the foot of the marble staircase.

There, in front of the majestic staircase, my heart raced, eager for her arrival. Every part of me longed for the moment when I would see her descend those stairs, radiant and stunning.

My eyes remained fixed at the top of the staircase, eager and expectant, but also laden with overwhelming desire. Every dragging second felt like an eternity, my heart pounding in my chest, ready to leap at any moment, not only from anticipation but also from the intensity of the desire consuming me.

And then, like a celestial vision emerging from the shadows, Amelia appeared at the top of the staircase. Her bright red dress not only exuded elegance and sophistication but seemed like a tempting invitation to lose myself in her charms. Every curve of her body was the embodiment of desire, every sparkling jewel an invitation to explore her deepest mysteries.

As she advanced, the beams of light highlighted her stunning beauty, making my heart beat even harder. For a moment, I was transported to the pages of ancient scrolls, where goddesses were described in all their majesty. And there, before me, stood Amelia, not a witch but a goddess incarnate, awakening in me a burning desire and uncontrollable adoration.

As she descended the white marble stairs, each step echoed through the house, bringing life and color to every corner. Her hair gleamed in the soft light of the hall, while her bright red dress captured every gaze. Meanwhile, my mind spun in a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to find the right words, but it was consumed by seductive images that I could barely control.

When I finally approached, I made a slight bow, extending my hand to her. "Hello, darling, you look stunning," I murmured, trying to disguise the intensity of the desire burning within me. Her smile, as radiant as the sun, warmed my heart in a way I had never experienced before. She thanked me, with a charming shyness, but soon her smile turned into a playful expression.

"A royal guard bowing to me? Pinch me, am I in a dream?" she teased, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. I couldn't help but laugh at her remark. "I'm a well-mannered guard," I joked, trying to hide the whirlwind of emotions she stirred within me.

I hope you feel at home, Amélia," I murmured, wishing my words conveyed all the sincerity of my heart. "I know this isn't your home, but I hope you know that while you're here, I want you to feel like this is your sanctuary."

Her eyes met mine, and in them, I saw a mix of gratitude and admiration. "Thank you so much, Antony, for everything," she said softly, her eyes scanning the surroundings before returning to me. "I don't know how to repay for all of this. Your hospitality goes beyond the ordinary, which is admirable... I am truly grateful for your kindness."

Her gratitude made me feel a mix of warmth and satisfaction. There was nothing I desired more than to make this place comfortable for her. "You deserve all the comfort and care I can offer," I replied, hoping my words could convey how much her presence was cherished. "I'm glad you're here, Amélia.

As I savored the food, my gaze wandered, lost in thoughts about how the night would unfold. That's when Amélia broke the silence:

"I don't think I've told you this today, Antony, but that outfit suits you very well," she said with a warm smile. Her eyes sparkled with sincerity as she continued, "It's quite different from the armor. You should dress like this more often, the sight is quite... pleasant."

Her praise caught me off guard, and a subtle smile formed on my lips. "You think so?" I replied, feeling a familiar warmth rise to my cheeks. "Well, maybe I should consider it more often, then."

The details of the candlelit dining room seemed to accentuate Amélia's beauty. She was stunning, with the red dress accentuating her auburn hair and enhancing her complexion. As she spoke, I noticed how every gesture of hers was delicate, as if her natural grace was an extension of the scene itself.

"Do you really think so?" she asked, with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"Yes, of course!" I laughed, trying to disguise the emotion her presence stirred in me. "Now that you mention it, maybe I should consider varying my wardrobe."

Amélia smiled, her eyes capturing the candlelight. "It would be an interesting change," she pondered. "But, you know, your armor has its own charm."

I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched her. "Thank you," I replied, my voice softer than intended. "And you, And in fresh numbers number all your graces"

Her smile was like a gentle breeze caressing my heart, and her voice, soft as a whisper, echoed in the deepest recesses of my soul. When she raised a playful eyebrow, I found myself captivated.

"Quoting William Shakespeare to me, darling?" She said, with a sparkle in her eyes that left me breathless.

My heart raced, and I couldn't help the excitement as I responded: "You've read Shakespeare?"

I was genuinely surprised. I had never met a woman who could read, and the fact that she recited Shakespeare to me was like a ray of light in the darkness.

She continued, gracefully reciting the poet's words:

"And in fresh numbers number all your graces,

The age to come would say ‘This poet lies:

Such heavenly touches ne’er touch’d earthly faces.."

I was speechless. My only reaction was to applaud, unable to find words that could adequately express the whirlwind of emotions I was experiencing at that moment.

"How did you learn to read?" I asked, my voice barely able to conceal my surprise.

She furrowed her brow slightly, as if not understanding why my question was so surprising. "Well, I've been reading since I was 7..." her response came softly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I widened my eyes, completely incredulous. The idea of a woman being literate from such a young age was simply astonishing.

"Anything else about you that I don't know?" I asked with the best smile I could muster, feeling my heart beat a little faster. Her eyes lit up as if she were about to reveal a secret.

"Do you want it in chronological or alphabetical order?" she replied with a jest, and I laughed, enchanted by her energy.

"Oh my... darling, don't tease me like that, I'm quite a curious man," I responded, trying to hide how eager I was to learn more about her.

She raised one of her eyebrows in an intriguing gesture. "I'm not teasing, dear," she said softly, and my heart skipped a beat as she called me "dear" again.

I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure. "And what can you reveal to me for now?" I asked, nervously intertwining my fingers.

She smiled mysteriously. "What fun would it be if I told you everything at once?" her response was accompanied by a charming wink, and she resumed eating, leaving me intrigued and more than ever wishing to unravel the secrets behind that fascinating woman.

Our dinner proceeded very pleasantly, immersed in lively conversations that seemed to flow naturally between us. We laughed a lot and shared our opinions on various subjects. It was during an exchange of book recommendations that she expressed her surprise, saying, "I thought a royal guard wouldn't have time to read."

I chuckled softly and replied, "Why do you think I wanted to be a guard?" hoping to see her reaction, and she seemed to ponder for a few moments.

After a brief silence, she suggested, "I bet your father is also in the army and you followed in his footsteps?"

That made me laugh even more, and I responded, "Actually, it's quite far from that. My family wasn't that poor, that's a fact, but what made me become a royal guard, besides the money, of course, were also the stories about knights that I read so much in my childhood. That sparked a desire in me, a willingness to live adventures and defend something greater than myself."

She smiled, as if understanding a little more about me, and we continued to share our stories and dreams until the end of the night. It was a memorable moment, where I realized that there were more similarities between us than I could ever imagine.

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