Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 195: What Did You Miss?

Their kiss, fervent and consuming, gradually softened, their lips lingering in a slower, more tender rhythm until they finally parted, both breathing heavily.

Diana's chest heaved, her voluptuous form flushed with heat, her face a vivid scarlet from the passionate exchange. Her grayish-blonde hair, usually so neatly pinned, spilled in messy tendrils around her face, framing her in a disheveled beauty that made her look both vulnerable and radiant.

Their eyes locked, a shared gaze brimming with unspoken affection, the air between them thick with the intimacy of lovers reunited.

Cassius broke the silence, his voice low and laced with longing.

"Diana..." He murmured, his crimson eyes soft with devotion. "You don't know how much I've missed you. You're in my dreams, in every corner of my mind, no matter where I go."

"..I can't escape you, and I don't think I want to."

His words were a gentle confession, each syllable wrapping around her heart, stirring a giddy warmth deep within her. She fought to keep her expression neutral, her lips pressing together to hide the flutter of joy his admission sparked, though her eyes betrayed a spark of delight, wide and shimmering with unspoken feelings.

He then smiled, and leaned closer, his hands still cradling her waist.

"What about you, Diana?" He asked, his tone teasing but eamest. "Did you miss me at all? Even a fraction as much as I missed you?"

His gaze searched hers, daring her to be honest, his fingers tightening slightly grounding her in the moment.

Diana's instinct was to deny it, to claim she hadn't spared him a thought, to shield her heart from the vulnerability of admitting her desire. But after their kiss, after the way his eyes held hers with such raw affection, the lie felt hollow.

Her cheeks burned, her voice emerging shy and coy, barely above a whisper.

"I...I did miss you." She confessed, her gaze dropping to his chest, unable to meet his intensity. "Not as much as you claim to miss me, perhaps, but...a little. I thought of you, more than I should."

The admission slipped out, fragile and honest, her heart pounding with the weight of her truth. She knew lying to Cassius was futile he read her too easily, his perception cutting through her defenses like a blade.

His smile widened, a victorious glow in his eyes as he saw the victory of her confession, her heart laid bare in his hands. He adjusted his hold, lifting her slightly higher, her plump curves pressed closer to his chest, her legs still wrapped around his waist, the intimacy of their position making her fluster deepen.

"Is that so?" He said, his voice a warm caress. "Tell me, what exactly did you miss? What part of me kept you awake at night?"

He tilted his head, his tone playful but probing, urging her to reveal more.

"Me, I missed your face those dark eyes, that graceful smile. All the while I couldn't see you, I thought of painting you, capturing you on canvas so I can look at you whenever you're not near."

His words made her blush, her skin tingling with the flattery.

"And your voice..." He continued, his gaze softening. "...so soothing, like a lullaby. I longed to listen to you all night, just to sleep better."

His eyes then dipped lower, lingering on the cleavage revealed by her disheveled dress, his hand tightening on her ass with a possessive grip that drew a soft whimper from her lips.

"And this body...I missed this body so much." He said, his voice dropping to a husky growl. "So sinfully lush, Diana. It's not the body of a healer—it's too lewd, too sultry, like something a courtesan would flaunt, not a divine doctor."

His words were brazen, provocative, and her indignation flared, her cheeks burning with a flustered anger.

"Cassius!" She scolded, her voice sharp but trembling with embarrassment. "That's no way to speak! You can't just say things like that!"

Her hands pushed against his chest, but the gesture was half-hearted, her body still pressed to his, betraying her lingering desire and he too, to her surprise seized the moment, lunging forward to steal a quick, teasing kiss, his lips brushing hers before she could react.

"I'm just speaking the truth, Diana." He said, his grin unrepentant, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You're too much for any man to resist, and I'm no saint."

The kiss left her speechless, her argument dissolving under the heat of his touch, her heart racing as she realized how easily he disarmed her, how weak she was to his command.

Undeterred, he pressed again, his voice a playful challenge.

"Come on, Diana, tell me what did you miss about me? Don't leave me guessing."

Her hesitation was obvious, her lips parting but no words emerging, her embarrassment tying her tongue.

"If you don't answer, I'll assume you're too shy to admit it—that what you missed was this."

His hand slid beneath her skirt, fingers groping her plump ass with shameless intent, sliding between her cheeks, spreading them until the cool air kissed her exposed skin, teasing dangerously close to her anus.

"You missed my body on yours, didn't you? Me fucking you all night, my cock filling your tight little pussy, my hands squeezing every secret place you hide from the world."

His voice was a provocative growl, his body pressing her harder against the wall, his shoulder pinning her as he leaned in.

"Admit it, Diana—you love how I make you squirm, how I make you leak, how I claim every inch of you."

Her whimpers grew frantic, her body trembling under his touch, her face flaming as his finger grazed closer to her most intimate spot.

Panic surged, her voice breaking as she blurted.

"No! Not at all!" She squirmed, her hands pushing against him, desperate to stop his advance. "T-That's not what I missed—Gods, Cassius, that's the least of it!"

Her words were a breathless protest, her embarrassment overwhelming as she tried to reclaim control and to her relief, he paused, his hand stilling, though his smile was knowing.

"Oh, I doubt that's true." He said, his voice dripping with skepticism. "When I'm with you at night, your body tells a different story so wet before I even touch you, Diana...You can't hide that from me."

His words struck like a spark, her cheeks burning as she faltered, unable to counter his vulgar truth, her silence a confession in itself.

He softened, his tone coaxing. "If that's not it, then what? What did you miss, my love? Tell me, or I'll keep guessing, and you know where that leads." His hand lingered, a teasing threat, urging her to speak.

Steeling herself, Diana lifted her chin, her voice firm with a haughty edge, as if reclaiming her dignity.

"I-It was your mind, Cassius." She said, her tone confident, almost defiant. "Every time we talk, I learn something new, ideas and insights I've never encountered. Our conversations are always alive, packed with knowledge that challenges me, that makes me grow."

"..That's what I missed, your intellect, your ability to teach me. Nothing more."

She tossed her head, her messy hair swaying, her smile proud as if she'd outwitted him, claiming her desire was purely academic.

"Is that so?" He said with a tinge of betrayal, his voice laced with amusement. "You wound me, Diana. Here I thought you missed me, but it sounds like you're just using me for my brain, plundering my knowledge like some ruthless scholar."

"...Is that all I am to you, a walking library?"

And in response, she grinned, emboldened by her small victory, her voice teasing.

"Of course." She said, her tone dripping with mock superiority. "What else would I need you for? Your mind is the only thing worth missing, Cassius."

"...The rest? Utterly irrelevant."

Her eyes sparkled, daring him to challenge her, her heart racing with the thrill of their banter, the forbidden joy of their closeness.

But to her surprise, his face didn't mirror her teasing grin.

Instead, a shadow of sadness crossed his features, his crimson eyes dimming with a pitiful vulnerability that caught her off guard.

His voice, usually bold and teasing, softened to a mournful murmur. "Oh, is that so?" He said, his tone heavy with self-pity. "I thought we had a deeper connection than that, Diana. I didn't expect you to say it was just my mind you missed. I...I guess I hoped for more."

His shoulders slumped, his gaze dropping, the sight of him so young, so wounded, tugging at her maternal instincts. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Her heart clenched, guilt surging as she realized her lie had stung him. She hadn't meant to hurt him, not when he'd given her such boundless happiness, filling voids she'd long accepted as permanent.

And the thought of him feeling alone, diminished by her words, was unbearable, so driven by a need to soothe him, she reached out, her hands gently cupping his face, turning him to meet her gaze.

Her voice was soft, hesitant, trembling with sincerity.

"I-It's not like that, Cassius." She said, her eyes searching his. "I do love talking to you, and yes, your knowledge fascinates me. But it's not just that. It's...you. You make me feel alive, joyful, in a way I haven't felt in years."

She paused, her fingers tracing his cheeks, her voice growing quieter, more vulnerable.

"With my friends, my colleagues, I can never be fully open. They're outsiders, and there are things I can't share, walls I can't lower."

"Even with Vivi, bless her, I'm her mother—I can only talk about what a mother should, not my own struggles, my fears."

Her eyes hardened, a flicker of frustration surfacing as she continued.

"And my husband? He barely listens. All he cares about is his duties, his role as patriarch...He never asks what I think, what I feel. It's like talking to a stone."

Her gaze softened, love blooming in her eyes as she looked at Cassius, her thumbs brushing his jaw.

"But with you." She said, her voice a tender whisper. "I feel free. I can say anything, and you listen, truly listen."

"You give me answers, not just words, and I know you'll keep my secrets safe. I feel...protected, cherished, when I'm with you."

Her cheeks flushed, embarrassment flooding her as she realized how much she'd revealed, her heart laid bare in a rush of truth.

But she'd gone too far to stop, and the words spilled out, raw and unfiltered.

"And the way you look at me, Cassius...every time your eyes meet mine, I feel treasured, like someone's watching over me."

"As a mother, a doctor, I spend my life caring for others, pouring myself out until there's nothing left....But when you look at me, I feel safe, like you'd catch me if I fell, like you'd never let me hit the ground."

"...T-That's what I've truly missed you from you."

Her blush deepened, her body tingling with the vulnerability of her confession, her heart bracing for his inevitable teasing. She'd opened herself so completely, surely he'd pounce on her words with playful mockery.

But to her surprise, his response was anything but light.

His crimson eyes blazed, a fervent, possessive hunger in them, as if she were a delicate lamb he longed to devour. Her breath caught, a warm flush spreading through her body under the intensity of his gaze, her skin prickling with a thrilling awareness of his desire.

His voice, when he spoke, was low and urgent, laced with a raw need that sent shivers down her spine.

"Diana..." He said, his tone almost a growl. "If you say things like that, I won't be able to hold back."

"Right now, I just want to scoop you up, throw you onto the nearest bed, and fuck you until the entire mansion hears your moans."

"I want to pound into you, so hard, all night, filling your tight little pussy with so much cum that you'll feel me for days."

"You'd go to your hospital, slip into a bathroom, spread your lips, and see my cum still leaking out, a reminder of my cock inside you, no matter how much you try to clean it away."

His words were filthy, unapologetically erotic, each word painting a vivid, depraved picture that made her face burn, her body responding with a traitorously eager pulse.

Her pussy, usually so pale, flushed a deep red, a slick warmth leaking from her as his words stoked a fire within. Her nipples hardened, pressing against her dress, her body trembling with a desire so intense she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders to anchor herself.

Desperate to regain control, she looked up at him, her voice flustered but firm.

"C-Cassius, we can't—not now." She gasped, her cheeks flaming. "We need to focus on Vivi, on her treatment, her diagnosis...P-Please, let's do that first."

Her eyes softened, a shy, sultry edge creeping into her tone as she added,

"But later...tonight, like we always do, you can have me. You can do whatever you want, I promise. Just...not here, not now."

Her voice was a whispered seduction, her body still pressed to his, her words a delicate balance of restraint and invitation.

Cassius's grin widened, his hands tightening on her ass, spreading her cheeks with a possessive grip that made her gasp, the stretch exposing her to the cool air in a way that was both thrilling and scandalous.

"I can't wait, Diana." He growled, his voice thick with anticipation. "Tonight, I'm going to ravish you, claim every inch of you until you're screaming my name...You have no idea what you're in for." His promise was a dark, delicious vow, his eyes glinting with a hunger that mirrored her own.

Her body responded, a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs, her heart racing with a reckless excitement she couldn't deny.

The thought of the night ahead his hands, his cock, the unrelenting passion he'd unleash, made her dizzy with anticipation, her skin tingling as she imagined surrendering to him fully...