The Villain Alpha's Cursed Mate
Chapter 61: Passionate Tryst

Chapter 61: Passionate Tryst

After the formalities were exchanged, Esme was quick to extricate herself from the gathering, citing illness as her excuse. She hastily returned to the sanctuary of her chamber to make a plan on how to get herself from the engagement without jeopardizing her own life or Finnian’s.

In stark contrast, Lennox had slipped away to his private chambers, where he was currently indulging in a passionate tryst with the ravishing blonde. Their lips devoured each other, their kisses fierce and unrelenting, like ravenous wolves feasting on their prey.

His hands roamed over her body with impatient urgency, working to free her from the constraints of her bodice, while the other hand cupped her breast through the delicate lace, squeezing it. It sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins, and she let out a soft moan, her body responding to the tantalizing sensation.

She finally withdrew with a husky laugh, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Your Majesty, You’ve barely let me settle in, and yet you’re consumed by desire," she whispered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he trailed scorching kisses down the length of her neck. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she teasingly added, "Is your soon-to-be wife not satisfying your needs? Or perhaps you’ve simply grown tired of her already?"

Lennox’s response was a low, menacing growl, his patience worn thin.

With a sudden, possessive movement, he pulled her away from the door and pushed her onto his bed, his gaze burning with an unquenchable thirst as he began to undress himself. His eyes locked onto her enticing form, drinking in the sight of her, and the woman’s seductive smile only fueled the flames of his passion.

"I’ve longed for you, Your Majesty." she said, her voice edged with her restrained desires. She then opened her arms, inviting him to take her with reckless abandon. "Fill me with your pups," she coaxed, her words a sultry incitement that shattered the last of Lennox’s restraint.

He got on the bed and spread her legs open so he could settle himself between them, his body tense with anticipation as he hovered above her, and then he claimed her lips with raw, unbridled intensity, leaving no rooms for words or gentle caresses. The only sound was the fierce, primal passion that drove them both.

The foreplay was brief, before Lennox’s restraint gave way to his primal urges. He grasped his rigid cock and plunged it into her slick, ready opening, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as he drove into her again and again, his pace quickening with every thrust.

"You say all that about me, but look at you, being a good little whore beneath me." The bed creaked and groaned, a rhythmic accompaniment to their feverish coupling.

The woman beneath him moaned and arched her back, her fingers digging into the bed’s edges as she succumbed to the pleasure. Lennox’s gaze was fixed on her flushed face, and for a moment, his mind superimposed Esme’s breathtaking feature onto hers, imagining her hot and bothered just for him. The image sent a thrill through his rammed cock, and his hunger for her grew.

To the point he almost moaned out her name.

"Lennox," the woman, whom he was currently imagining as Esmeray, whispered into his ear as she made him lean forward. "Yes...right there, I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed you a lot." Her moans and cries only fueled his desire, and he became rougher, more frenzied.

He claimed her lips in a savage kiss, still moving inside her and hitting that specific spot that made her fold.

The frenetic pace continued for a secondary round, and their bodies were now slick with sweat before Lennox finally collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. The woman leaned into him, resting her head on his chest, and they lay there in silence, the only sound the rhythmic beating of their hearts.

Lennox gaze was transfixed on the ceiling, and he couldn’t help but wonder why Esme had come to his mind when he was fucking his woman.

"Emily," he whispered, and she responded with a soft hum, her body still wrapped around his. "You should return to your chambers for now. I need to attend to some matters in the study, and then I’ll come to you. I still have a wedding that needs to be placed under wraps." he said, keeping his voice measured.

However, Emily refused to release her hold on him, her grip tightening as she searched his face. "Is marrying that woman still as important to you than being with me?" She murmured, her voice laced with a mix of sadness and accusation. "I know you told me before that you’re only doing this so you can harness her powers, but it’s not fair that I have to stand by and watch you marry—"

Her words hung in her throat when Lennox gently grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to him, and he silenced her anger with a kiss. As he pulled back, his eyes were locked onto hers, filled with a promise.

"I’ve told you this before," he began with a steady voice. "And I’m going to say it again to banish your doubts. My heart belongs to no one but you, Emily, and I’ve sworn to marry you once this charade is over, if all goes well. You are my rightful queen, my partner, not Esme. She was born to serve a purpose, and nothing more. We’re the ones fortunate enough to exploit her gift."

His words were laced with conviction, and Emily’s gaze softened, her doubts slowly dissipating as she searched his face for any signs of deception.

Her smile spread, and she melted into Lennox’s embrace, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can already envision the look on her face when she discovers the truth. They’ve always thought themselves superior, simply because of their lineage. But it’s high time we reminded the Montagues of their place, don’t you agree?"

Her dainty fingers danced across his chest, tracing tingling patterns on his skin. Her lover, however, remained silent, his expression unreadable.

He grasped her wrist, his grip firm, and he slid out of bed. "I’ll get ready and leave first, and you can leave right after." he said and walked away, leaving Emily to gaze longingly at his naked form as he strode towards the door leading to his bathing chamber.

Emily’s lips twitched, her eyes clouding with discontent, but she said nothing.

Esme showed up in Leonardo’s parent’s chamber, which was located at the East wing of the palace, a place meant to host most of the guests in the palace.

As Clandestine led her in after spotting her first, Esme found Leonardo engaged in a hush conversation with his father near the window, their faces etched with gravity.

The atmosphere was tense, but their discussion ceased as soon as Clandestine announced Esme’s presence.

Mr Irwin’s face expressed his genuine surprise at the sight of her. "Lady Esme?"

"How are you feeling, Uncle?" She asked, and his expression softened into a smile.

"I’m up on my own two feet again, but that wouldn’t be possible without you or my lovely wife’s support. She told me about your kindness in the garden. I hope it’s not too late to express my gratitude."

Esme shook her head, her humility evident in her words. "I’m just glad to be of assistance." Her gaze drifted to Leonardo, and though his expression remained stoic, his eyes betrayed a hint of sadness, a fleeting glimmer of emotion that he quickly suppressed by averting his gaze.

"I just wanted to check on your health, Mr Irwin, but it seems you’re busy. I’ll come back later." Esme bowed her head politely and took her leave, her departure as elegant as her entrance.

Clandestine’s voice was laced with warmth as she uttered, "Such a sweet child. I hope she finds true happiness in this marriage."

"She won’t," Leonardo’s response was curt and laced with a sense of resignation, so much so that it drew his parent’s attention to him. He sighed and said, "I’ll be back."

His parent’s had begun to ask what he meant, but he had already exited the room.

He went after Esmeray who was sluggishly heading back to her chambers, but his sudden appearance by her side caught her off guard, her eyes widened in bafflement.

"Leonardo?" she queried, the puzzlement in her voice was clear.

He then whispered, "I’m not one to disobey direct orders, but for your own sake and Finnian’s, don’t marry the king." He cautioned , the gravity of his statement hanging in the air, and it left Esme stunned.

She blinked rapidly, stupefied by his words. She wanted to say something when he forestalled her. "If you’re going to ask me why, then that is something I cannot reveal to you. I’m not one to risk my life so recklessly, but you–"

"I don’t want to marry the king," Esme dropped, to Leonardo’s unexpected shock. Her expression remained resolute as she posed a question, her eyes locking into Leonardo’s gray ones. "I can’t do this alone, so will you help me escape? I’ll get out of here, with Finnian, and you will assist me this one last time, won’t you?"

Leonardo’s silence hung in the air for a moment before he nodded, his response barely audible. "Yes."