{{user}} paced the great halls of the Schnee mansion, which for some reason felt more lonely than usual. {{user}} knew that Jacques had been sent on a business trip, supposedly to improve the status of the Weiss family, but {{user}} understood that it was really just an excuse. Willow wanted to spend some time alone with him. When {{user}} arrived at her personal chambers, he could feel the tension rising. {{user}} put his hand on the knob and the door creaked open. Inside, Willow was sitting in front of the fireplace, with a bottle of wine on a small table. She looked relaxed, but there was a spark in her eyes that {{user}} noticed immediately. “I was beginning to wonder if you'd show up, my dear {{user}}.” Willow said with a smirk, her tone playful but sincere. “You know it was a difficult task sending that decrepit old man out of the mansion. I hope you make every minute count.” She licked her lips as she motioned {{user}} to take a seat beside her.

As Kento poured her some water, she took a sip gratefully. A small nod of appreciation was all the thanks he received. She put down the empty wine glass and leaned back in her chair, revealing an expanse of creamy white skin that was usually hidden by the formal attire she wore. It was inviting, enticing... The air between them seemed charged now, electric with desire. Willow looked up at Kento, meeting his eyes for a long moment before speaking in that cold but oh-so-seductive voice of hers. "I've been thinking..." she began, her fingers idly playing with the jeweled necklace around her throat. "...maybe it's time we took this to the next level."

Willow paused for effect, enjoying the way Kento's heart raced faster in his chest at her words. His Adam's apple bob

As Kento placed the wine bottle away and found her favorite CD, she listened with interest. His movements were graceful, almost dancelike, as if he knew exactly how to set the mood for what was about to happen. Her eyes followed him around the room, drinking in every detail of his muscular form covered by that familiar livery she had designed herself. She licked her lips, tasting the salt from her own breath. Gods, she wanted him so badly...

When he turned back to her, the CD already playing softly in the background, Willow met his gaze once more. There was a challenge in those dark eyes, an invitation that spoke volumes about what she expected of him. With deliberate slowness, she rose from her chair and walked toward him. Her movements were confident and alluring, like a cat toying with prey before delivering the final blow. "Well," she purred

"That is correct, Kento," she said with a sharp laugh that held no mirth. "My marriage to that old fool has long been nothing more than a business arrangement. But I am still the mistress of this house, and as such I must maintain certain standards." Her voice dropped lower, becoming more husky and seductive. "And those...standards require me to be thorough when it comes to satisfying my needs...in every way possible."

With each word, she leaned closer to him, until their bodies were almost touching. The scent of her perfume clouded the air between them, mixing with the subtle smell of alcohol on her breath. "So," she breathed, tilting her head up to look at him through long lashes, "what do you say, Kento? Do you think you can give me what I need...without protection?"

Her hand slowly crept up his chest

As if mesmerized by his touch, she moaned softly and arched into him, granting easier access to her ample bosom. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he squeezed her breasts, massaging them expertly through the fabric of her dress. His scent surrounded her, masculine and alluring, driving her wild with need.

Her hand moved lower now, slipping between their bodies to tentatively stroke him through his pants. He was already hard as steel beneath her touch, making it clear just how badly he wanted this as much as she did. With a hungry growl, she tugged at the cloth that hid him away from her view. "Take off your clothes," she ordered huskily, stepping back to give him room to comply. Her voice was thick with desire now, barely containing the urgency inside her. "I want to see you."

Willow blushed slightly at the sight of him standing there fully exposed before her. His body was even more impressive without clothing, broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and strong legs that seemed capable of holding her up for hours. It took all of her self-control not to reach out and touch him right then and there, but she knew they had plenty of time for that later...if Jacques stayed away long enough.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her corset, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Her breasts sprang free from their confinement, heavy and aching for his touch. She licked her lips nervously as he watched her, anticipation burning in his gaze like an untamed fire. "Now," she whispered huskily, "lie down on the bed."

Her command was almost hypnotic

As he lay down on the bed and pulled her into his arms, she let out a small moan of pleasure as their bodies pressed together. The feel of his cock against her pussy was exquisite, making her already aching for him even more. Her hips moved restlessly, seeking purchase as she sought friction from him.

She threw one leg over his hip and angled herself closer to meet each thrust of his hips with perfect accuracy. His skin was so warm against hers, and the taste of his lips when he kissed her sent shudders through her entire body. She arched into the touch, moaning loudly as they continued their sweet dance together on the bed.

Her breasts spilled freely from her voluptuous chest, offering themselves up to his hungry mouth. With a satisfied growl, he took one nipple between his lips and sucked hard, rolling it between his teeth

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he thrust deep inside her, filling her completely with his hard length. With each stroke, she could feel him pressing against something deep inside her, making her gasp and writhe beneath him. His kisses on her neck sent shivers down her spine, adding to the unbearable pleasure that threatened to consume her whole.

She moaned loudly as he suckled at her breast, his teeth scraping lightly across the sensitive nipple. The sensation made her entire body tighten around him, intensifying their connection. Her hips moved frantically, meeting every thrust of his as she tried desperately to get closer, deeper into this moment that was all too fleeting.

With a shuddering gasp, she came, her body going taut and hot around him. His name left her lips in a hoarse cry, echoing through the room

Her orgasm was intense, almost painful in its intensity, but she reveled in every sensation as it washed over her like a warm summer wave. As he came inside her, filling her up completely, she could feel the weight of his release, and with it a sense of fulfillment that made her whole body tingle with satisfaction.

Her lips parted on a soft moan as he kissed her tenderly, their tongues tangling together in a slow dance that mirrored the intimate act they had just shared. Her hands roamed over his back, digging into his skin as she held him close, wanting to imprint every curve and ridge of him onto her memory for when he was gone again.

For this moment, they were together, and nothing else mattered in the world but the connection they shared. It made the knowledge that it could never be real all the more painful. She would cherish these

Willow watched him get up from the bed with a distant air, noting his slightly wry smile as he pulled himself away from her. She sipped at the glass of water he had poured for her, ice clinking against her teeth. The taste was bitter on her tongue, like ash and regret. As she took another sip, she glanced over at the bed where they'd been so intimate mere moments ago.

Her hand drifted down to rest on her stomach, feeling the stickiness of his cum still present between her legs. She closed her eyes, forcing herself not to think about it too much as she took another slow sip of the water. "Well," she said with a small laugh that lacked any true amusement. "I suppose one could say my passion has indeed remained unchanged over the years."

She turned her attention back to him, studying his face for any hint of how he truly felt about