Chapter 87 Sensual Touch In The Dream...

"As of this moment, you are dying. The poison from the blade your sister stabbed you with is too strong and has eroded a part of your soul. For this conversation to happen, I had to help induce a dream-like state, and that Just now Eroding of your soul trying to break in," Eros Explained to Lady Frostbite.

His Explanation was direct and he did not cut corners. There was no time. A simple explanation of her current circumstances was a better option.

She was dying and in need of help. Eros could give her that help but it would be for a price.

Lady Frostbite nodded in understanding.

"So I'm dying!?" She asked.

"Most of the problem has been taken care of, but if we don't mend your soul, this place would become your home for many years."

"And you are saying that you can help me, but for that to happen, I will have to do it with you!?"

Eros nodded, "I know you might not trust my words. I understand. However, I cultivate a kind of energy that could directly heal your soul. And the only way to give you this energy in its purest and digestible form would be for you to take my yang energy into your body."

Lady Frostbite heard his words. For a few seconds, there was silence between them, and then she asked.

"So why didn't you just do it?"

Eros shook his head, "I am not that kind of person. If you tell me right now that you are not ready to accept me, then I will back off, and be on my way."

"But that would mean my death, right?"

Eros sighed, "Something like that! yes!"

Once more, there was an awkward silence between them.

After a while, Lady Frostbite suddenly giggled.

Eros was taken aback by this. This was actually a peal of girly laughter, and it looked good on her.

"You know from the moment we talked that day, I regretted why I never married you instead of Andrew. You listened to me, you are strong, loved and I don't why I feel my chest throb whenever I see you."

She took several steps close to him as she spoke.

"If it was you and not him, I would probably not be in this condition at moment. But then again, I believe I was able to meet you by the blessing of Fate," she took his hands in her own and placed them against her chest.

This was a very bold move. Eros could feel the softness of her breast. It was just like he thought the first time he had met her.

This girl wore tight clothes under to push down her impressive chest size.

"I know you have other women, I just don't want to be left to the side like a used toy. I don't want to..."

Eros suddenly grabbed her by her waist and leaned into her, taking her lips prisoner, "You are not a used toy. If you accept me, You are I, Eros Ironclad Tate's woman. My glory will radiate to the world through your bosom and I'll stay, cherish and love you."

His words made her heart warm with neediness.

In all her life, she had never felt this way.

When she was younger, she had been told that she would have to rule and lead the Frostbite family and had to train as such.

Meanwhile, she saw the other girls her age and those of other noble lineages as they were allowed to be women, enjoying the boldness of their feminity.

While they had tea parties and even the occasional dates with boys, she went on hunting trips and attended martial classes.

It was not like she hated them. After all, she was a Frostbite. The will to enjoy violence was an attribute they were born with.

However, she was always of the inclination that she would never be able to find a partner that would love her as she was.

She thought she would never be able to at least for once enjoy the warm embrace and comfort of a man.

This was mainly because she did not possess the qualities the other girls her age had.

All she had was one fling to the next.

She would think they really cared for her, but then she would find out that they only wanted their children to have her bloodline ability.

Of course, there was that one person that stood out, and maybe it would have worked if she ran away with him at that time, but she couldn't because she realized how her younger sister felt about him.

In the end, she resigned herself to her fate of marrying Andrew of the Crood family.

Even though she did not love him or feel any form of emotional attachment to him, she was more than willing to be a good wife and give herself in total to him.

She was willing to try and if possible force herself to love him.

But her relationship with him was shit.

On top of that, it was a stain on her pride seeing that her husband was having illicit relationships with prostitutes.

And so she tried many methods of distracting her own mind.

She would do anything to push him away.

Only one conversation with an old man that owed her money and she suddenly felt different.

In his presence, she felt like a woman again. For one that had not been in touch with her womanly side for most of her life, the feeling was both foreign and exciting.

If she was to say, it would be that Eros had a rich masculine presence that suppressed her masculinity and highlighted her feminine side.

Yes! in his presence, she felt like a woman.

it was not hard for her to tell that he was a pervert through and through, but he was also an incredible gentleman.

Even now, she lay limp in his hands and there was every opportunity for him to spread her legs and take her from behind, but yet, he valued her permission and opinion more.

As her body lay on his own, she felt totally at peace.

She wanted nothing than to sink in his warmness like butter melting on a frying pan.

His Smell and the way he held her made her legs excited in their slowly leaking wetness.

"If we are going to do this, i don't want you to do it in these clothes."

"What do you have in mind?" Eros asked.

"I want to do it in my wedding dress. As it is, I am already widowed. I want you to have me with the knowledge that I'm now yours forever."

Eros nodded at her words.

He waved a hand and the clothes she wore instantly changed.

She looked at herself and nodded.

This was indeed her wedding dress.

It was the same set of clothes that her mother had wore during her own wedding.

It had been passed from mother to daughter.

This was long flowing dress.

It was a white sleeveless dress with the opening of a long silt in the middle that traced down to her belly button, revealing her deep cleavage and emphasizing her incredible slim belly.

The gown was tight on her curves above and from the waist down, it was broad and wide.

It glittered slightly under light.

It was truly a work of Art or rather, on her body, it became a work of art.

Eros felt like he was a bit under dressed for the occasion, and he waved his hand.

His clothes also changed.

Now, he was Wearing Dinner trousers and shoes.

For his top, he only wore a red coat with out any shirt inside.

He looked like the exotic dream of any girl's sugar daddy.

He stepped close to, leaning in, he whispered in her ears, "Lady Angela Frostbite, will you be mine?"

Those words fell into her heart like stone in a pond, and sank deep exciting her arousal even more.

This time around, she was the one that couldn't hold back and leaned into him for a kiss.

Eros's tongue snaked gently into her mouth. He could that this was her first time, and both was true for kiss and intercourse.

He did not rush her but guided her tongue gently.

His tongue was like the gentle waves of the ocean in her mouth.

Each push and pull he gave with his tongue was only accompanied with rising waves of pleasure taking hold of her senses.

his sneaky fingers traced her slim waist to the arch of her backside

He suddenly Cupped her butt cheeks, letting his fingers trace and sink in between the divide of her buttocks.

"Ahhaah!" she moaned lightly to his touch.

Eros instantly understood she was apparently quite sensitive here.

He did not let her go and continued with his massage. Her booty was not huge but it still remained succulent to the touch.

Lady frostbite suddenly felt challenged by the way his fingers paraded her body and a part of her wanted to revenge.

She moved a hand to his trousers.

Her eyes opened widely to the surprise of what she felt. After all, she almost thought that a Python was hiding in his pants...