Linus's lips met Eliza's, and he felt a jolt of desire. His tongue stroked hers, gentle at first but growing more insistent as he deepened the kiss. Eliza's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with doubts. Her body stiffened, unsure of how to respond.

As they kissed, he savored the taste of her lips, a sweet and intoxicating blend of flavors. Eliza's mouth was a haven, and he explored every inch of it. A single tear rolled down her cheek, mingling with their kiss, and Linus felt his passion surge in response.

He paused, his lips hovering above Eliza's as he gazed into her eyes. "Don't be afraid," he whispered, his breath sending a shiver down her spine. He nuzzled her ear, his lips brushing against the delicate skin as he spoke. "I promise I'll take good care of you."

Linus reached up to cradle her head as he spoke, his fingers tangling in her hair. He tilted her neck slightly, his lips planting slow, brief kisses on her tender skin. The kisses grew longer and more leisurely, each a gentle exploration of her neck. Eliza's breath caught in her throat, leaving her unsure how to respond or what to do next.

As Linus's hands wandered down her back, his fingers traced patterns around her back, and he continued to kiss her neck. Still, Eliza's hands instinctively pushed against his chest. But Linus didn't stop; instead, he pulled her closer, her body pressed against him. He continued his exploration, slowing his pace as they reached the gentle slope of her waist. They came to rest on the soft flesh of her behind, where Linus gently squeezed, feeling the exquisite softness beneath his fingertips.

The sensation was intoxicating, and Linus couldn't help but indulge. "So soft, yet firm—a perfect handful," he thought as he indulged in the feel of her, the gentle resistance of her flesh fueling his need. He was acutely aware of the firmness hidden beneath the softness, a testament to her humble roots as a farmer's daughter. This blend of delicacy and strength was irresistible to him, a reminder of her life before becoming the mayor's wife.

In the heat of his passion, Linus found himself thankful for Eliza's past, for the labor that had shaped her and given her this form, which now drove him wild with lust.

Linus's restraint snapped, and he spun Eliza around, grasping her waist as he pulled her close. The fabric of their clothes was the only barrier between his and her sinful body. Eliza's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Linus's form pressed firmly against her. She attempted to wriggle free from his grasp. Still, Linus only responded by tightening his hold, pulling her flush against him.

The moment she felt the unmistakable firmness of his arousal nudging against her, a sharp intake of breath betrayed her anxiety. Linus, in turn, felt a surge of hunger as her shapely curves pushed back against his own eager body, the friction between them igniting a fierce throb within him.

"Eliza," Linus whispered, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. His hand glided up her neck, and his other traced the edge of her dress. The fabric whispered against his skin as he touched her, and Eliza's entire body seemed to tremble in response, her mind racing ahead to the inevitable conclusion of their encounter. Her eyes met his, shimmering with fear and defiance, revealing the internal battle between her urge to resist and her desperate need to escape his grasp.

Linus could see the silent plea in her eyes, a tumultuous sea of emotions that spoke of her struggle to keep her composure.

Her voice was barely a whisper, yet it carried a strength born of desperation. "Linus, please...." Linus held Eliza's gaze with an intensity that betrayed his cunning nature. His hands moved with purpose, tracing the outline of her breasts through her dress, memorizing every detail. He cupped at their fullness, his fingers exploring and squeezing, gauging her responses.

With a voice that dripped with manipulation, he spoke, "Do you understand the risk I am taking by freeing you from prison today?" His thumbs circled her nipples, coaxing them to harden beneath the thin fabric. "By saving you, I am also protecting your family, putting myself at risk with the empire. I am now guilty until proven innocent." His grip on her nipples tightened to underscore his words and emphasize the stakes.

Eliza winced at the pressure, her breath catching in her throat. She realized that without Linus, she might have faced a horrific end, but this was not what she had anticipated. She couldn't find the words to speak, to say no. The fear of death still loomed over her, making her hesitant to challenge him.

"Show me that I can trust you, Eliza," Linus murmured, his voice a mix of authority and seduction as his hand found the straps of her dress. He moved with practiced precision, unfastening the tiny closures effortlessly, suggesting his familiarity with such intimate acts.

Eliza's breath quickened as her body was caught between the fear of the realization that the moment of truth had arrived and the uncertainty of what more would come. Her chest heaved as she braced herself, ready to face the consequences of her inactions.

The fabric slid down her shoulders, revealing her creamy skin to his hungry gaze. Linus's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight and his pupils dilating with anticipation. The fabric dipped just enough to tease the rosy shade of her skin on her cleavage, the swell hinting at the fullness beneath the surface of her dress. Each breath she took made her cleavage expand and contract in a mesmerizing rhythm.

Eliza's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized he was staring at her chest. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself.

With a controlled motion, he slipped his fingers under the thin straps of her dress as he prepared to draw the fabric down, finally revealing what had been artfully concealed from the rest of the world.

Eliza's chest tightened, her heart pounding as the cool air grazed her exposed skin. She closed her eyes, trying to distance herself from the situation. As the dress gave way, the moment of revelation arrived. Her breasts were bared to him and were a sight to behold—full, sumptuous, and now his for the taking. Full and round, they possessed a natural voluptuousness that was generous and gravity-defying.

And the centers of those orbs, her small nipples were the shade of blushing pink, standing proudly erect, their size a delightful surprise against the ample backdrop. He could discern the minuscule, pebble-like bumps that adorned the areola, tracing a tantalizing path around each nipple, inviting him to explore her peaks.

With the utmost care, Linus reached out to trace the contours of her breasts, his fingertips grazing her skin, circling the areolas before lightly brushing against the hardened peaks of her nipples. The sensation elicited a sharp gasp from Eliza, her body responding instinctively to his contact despite the complex maelstrom of emotions that warred within her.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered, his lips tracing the shell of her ear with a raspy caress. "I promise I'll protect you." As he twisted her lithe body in his grasp, locking her arms around his neck, his mouth claimed hers in a deep, devouring kiss. Her lips parted beneath his, allowing him to draw her deeper into the kiss, and her naked body pressed against his chest, the fabric of her dress tangled around his torso.

Linus moved lower, his palms molding her firm, round bottom as he pulled her against him. The movement was rough and possessive as if he couldn't help himself from claiming every inch of her. His grip tightened, drawing her closer as he ground against her, the evidence of his desire pressed against her abdomen.

Linus's hand slid down to her thighs, tracing her smooth leg as he reached for the delicate fabric of her lingerie. His palm tugged the material, and he pulled it down slowly and deliberately. The sound of the fabric rustling against her skin was a delicate whisper, and Eliza felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized where this was going.

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As the lingerie slid down her leg, Linus caressed her inner thigh, feeling the heat emanating from her body. Eliza felt herself growing increasingly restless, her heart pounding in time with the cadence of his touch. She knew that she was powerless to resist him now and was at his mercy as he continued to explore her body with his fingertips.

Linus gently released Eliza from his embrace, the warmth of her body still lingering on his skin. He turned and strode toward the study table, its surface largely bare following the earlier search. With a sweep of his arm, he cleared away the few remaining items, sending them clattering to the floor.

He paused to collect himself and steady his breathing. When he turned to face her again, the sight of Eliza, her upper body bared and vulnerable, took his breath away. Her dress cascaded around her hips, creating a stunning juxtaposition against the alluring elegance of her bare upper body. Her lingerie lay discarded on the floor, a forgotten relic of modesty.

With a determined motion, Linus closed the distance between them. He reached out, encircling her waist, and drew her towards him. A thrill of anticipation coursed through him as he lifted her effortlessly, setting her down upon the cool wooden surface of the table. He positioned her on the edge of the table, her legs dangling over the side, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The fabric of her dress, now bunched around her waist, emphasized the paleness of her thighs a stark contrast to the wood beneath her.

Linus stepped between her parted legs, his eyes locked onto hers, a silent challenge passing between them. He was acutely aware of the darkness lurking beneath his surface, a hunger he struggled to keep in check. He pushed her dress further up her torso, revealing the smooth expanse of her legs in their entirety. The soft fabric framed her hips and accentuated the curve of her waist.

With a swift motion, Linus shed his clothing, his pants discarded and forgotten as they fell to the floor. His arousal was undeniable, a testament to the raw, visceral need that coursed through him. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her—vulnerable, uncertain, yet undeniably alluring.

He positioned himself between her legs, the heat of his body mingling with hers as he allowed himself to feel the warmth that radiated from her core. The cool air kissed her bare flesh, raising goosebumps along her skin as she lay there, a willing sacrifice for his craving.

The room's silence was broken only by their mingled breaths, each exhalation a testament to the moment's significance.

With a slow, measured movement, he began to press into her, the initial resistance quickly giving way to a smooth, unstoppable penetration.

Eliza's body opened to accept him, her gasp of surprise mingling with a low moan that escaped his lips. The initial stab of pain quickly gave way to a dull, aching fullness as Eliza adjusted to his intrusion, her body helpless to resist the relentless advance of his own.

Eliza's head spun as she grappled with the stark reality of her situation. Not long ago, her life had been a picture of stability and respectability as a mayor's wife. Now, she found herself spreading her legs for a man who was both her rescuer and the source of her problems. The whirlwind of emotions threatened to overwhelm her.

Linus's mind, however, was focused on their physical connection. The fact that he was with the mayor's wife, a woman who had been beyond his reach, ignited a fierce satisfaction. The feel of her tightening around him and the sensation of her body responding to his was intoxicating, fueling his want to claim her fully.

The reality was far better than he imagined, and she looked much prettier naked and felt even better than she looked.

Linus's thrusts grew more purposeful, his hips setting a tempo that was both insistent and controlled. He could feel Eliza's body react to his, the tension in her muscles as they tightened around him with each deepened stroke.

He lifted his hand, his fingers brushing her jaw with a thrilling tenderness. “Look at me,” he urged, his voice low and intense.

Her eyes met his, revealing a storm of emotions. Fear was evident, but beneath that lay a nascent awareness—a recognition of their shared intimacy. Despite the circumstances that had brought them to this point, there was no denying the physical connection that was undeniably real and present.

As their gazes locked, Linus felt a shift in Eliza. Her palpable resistance began to wane. Her breath hitched, and he could sense her surrendering to the feeling of their bodies joining together. It was a subtle change but unmistakable, as she finally allowed herself to feel the full impact of their union.

With increased fervor, Linus drove into Eliza, his tempo growing more intense, his movements more demanding. Eliza's body responded in kind, her spine arching, a silent testament to the conflict waging within her. The pleasure he invoked in her was undeniable, yet it was entangled with a fear that she could not entirely suppress.

Linus's eyes were drawn to the hypnotic sway of her breasts, their natural movements keeping time with his thrusts. The soft mounds of flesh, quivering with each impact, captivated him. He reached out, his hand enclosing one and exploring its shape and weight. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, the action mirroring the rhythmic pulsing of her inner walls that gripped him so tightly.

Eliza clutched at the tablecloth as she sought to ground herself amid the sensory storm that enveloped her. The raw intensity of Linus's stare and skillful manipulation of her body sent waves of pleasure through her. Eliza fought to suppress the feeling that built within her despite her resistance. Her body, it seemed, was all too willing to respond to the tempo he set, her core involuntarily pulsating in time with his movements.

Her body was betraying her, hurtling towards a climax she wished to reject. Her breath hitched as she approached the brink, her limbs growing heavy, her toes curling, and her hips instinctively meeting his.

A moan, mingling pain and bliss, slipped out, an almost inaudible whisper of "no.. no.. no" that echoed in her mind. Her body arched in response, each caress igniting a mix of ecstasy and anguish.

Linus's voice was thick with longing. His words came out as a low murmur alongside his quick breaths. "Eliza," he breathed out, the sound of her name a testament to the satisfaction he was deriving from their union. "You feel incredible."

He eased his pace, allowing Eliza a moment to recover. Her chest rose and fell in a desperate bid for air, her body still resonating with the aftershocks of their intense encounter.

Eliza's eyelids fluttered shut, and her body relaxed from the relentless onslaught of sensations Linus had been administering. However, the respite was fleeting. With a sudden urgency, Linus clamped his hands onto Eliza's hips, wrenching her from any semblance of calm. He pulled out, causing a sharp intake of breath, and in one swift motion, he spun her around and bent her over the table, her breasts pressing hard against the cool surface.

His hand pinned her to the table, securing her in place as he re-entered her with a sense of purpose. His other hand gripped her backside, fingers indenting the supple flesh as he resumed his onslaught. Linus reveled in the new position, especially the feel of her firm buttocks against him. He paused to grind against her, savoring the feel of their bodies aligned in such an intimate way.

Eliza's thoughts dissipated, replaced by the relentless assault of Linus's movements. The sounds of their flesh clapping echoed in the room, punctuating each powerful impact. The pressure of his hands on her back and butt served only to anchor her at the moment as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. In this heightened state, time seemed to lose all meaning, condensing into an endless present where nothing existed but the potent connection between them.

As Linus's movements grew more forceful, the sounds of their heavy breathing, the creaking of the table, and the smash of their bodies filled the room, punctuated by their moans.

With each thrust, Linus's muscles shook from the exertion, his body sparking with excitement from their contact. Eliza's tight grip around him felt like a warm, snug glove, increasing his arousal with every push. They moved as one, their bodies perfectly in sync, creating a rhythm of pleasure that left them both gasping for air.

As Linus continued his onslaught, he pulled Eliza up by her hair to better accommodate him, the new angle causing her breasts to bounce freely, no longer pressed against the table. Noticing this, he shifted his grasp, moving his hand from her hair to envelope one of her breasts. The feel of her breast in his hand was a potent stimulant, the pliant softness a stark contrast to the firmness of his desire.

His thrusts became more fervent as if attempting to fuse their bodies into a single, inseparable entity. Each movement, each new sensation, heightened the building climax that now seemed to consume every part of him.

Eliza's frame quivered, perched on the edge of a powerful climax, her body winding tighter with each passing moment. She subtly arched her back, pushing her chest forward deeper into his palms, meeting Linus's movements with an eagerness that matched his.

As Eliza's body began to tremble with the onset of her orgasm, Linus could feel her inner muscles tighten around him, the grip bordering on painfully exquisite. A deep groan escaped him, the sound vibrating from his chest as he felt the telltale signs of his impending release.

Driven by a surge of fervent need, Linus increased the pace and force of his thrusts. His body moved with an urgency that was impossible to contain, every muscle straining towards the inevitable peak. Then, with a suddenness that took his breath away, Eliza's orgasm erupted, her body contracting fiercely around his length, the intensity of her pleasure pulling him deeper into her vortex.

The pulsations of Eliza's climax gripped him, a powerful vacuum that seemed to draw his release forth with an irresistible force. Linus gave in, his orgasm striking hard as he spilled himself into her with a deep, satisfying release. The storm of bliss building within him finally broke free, leaving him spent and sated in its wake.