39 jealous

Margaret from the future:

A moan escaped my lips as Erox's fingers found their way to my wet core, sending a shiver of anticipation through me.

"You're already so wet, my love," he murmured, his voice a low, husky rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "It seems like it needs to be taken care of down there.”

Lost in the depths of his enticing eyes, my knees buckled as he moved inside me. A soft moan escaped my lips, a testament to the pleasure surging through me. "Erox..."

With one swift, fluid motion, he shifted me onto the bed, gently kissing my neck as I lay beneath him.

"Relax, my love," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm. "You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Aside from last night, we both know that it's normal for a cherry to…”

My cheeks flamed, a hot flush that I knew was visible even through my skin. I tried to stop him, covering his mouth with my hand, but it was a mistake. The move only gave him access to squeeze my breasts, the two mounds that were so hard and stiff from his touch, I was mortified to even look at them.

"Wrong move, my love," he murmured against my palm, his voice a low, husky rumble. "You just make me want you more. Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you're flustered?"

He pinched my hardened nipple, causing me to cry out in a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. With each pinch, my core grew wetter, and the sensations sent shivers of pure delight through me.

His kisses trailed down my neck, a fiery path that left me breathless. When he reached my peak, he paused, his tongue brushing the tip before he pulled back, a mischievous grin on his face. The teasing was deliberate, I could feel it in the air.

Heat flared through my body, igniting a fierce desire. I couldn't help but moan, the sound a raw plea. I wanted more... more of his tongue, his fingers, his hard, thick form. Every part of me ached for him.

"Stop teasing me, Erox," I gasped, my words ragged and desperate.

"You're really adorable, my love," he murmured, his voice husky with affection. "I wish we could just stay like this forever."

As he spoke those sweet words, his lips traced a path across my body, slowly reaching the center of my wet core.

"Now, I'm going to show you how to ease the ache down there," he whispered, his gaze burning into mine.

Erox said it, then his tongue darted out, licking me again.

"Sweet..." he murmured, his tongue moving rapidly, a delicious torment.

*****
Princess Margaret from the pass:

"Isn't he going to leave you alone?" Ezekiel asked, interrupting our meal. It was the first time I'd tasted food like this. In my time, so many spices were undiscovered, and it was fascinating to see how much had changed here. Different cars, appliances, and countless other things. Everything was so easy compared to my time. Even the way people dressed and their overall demeanor were different.

There was an air of equality here, a sense of fairness that felt refreshing. Sure, the wealthy still held the reins of power, but at least ordinary folks could interact with them without fear.

"He won't leave me alone, of course," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, though my voice trembled slightly. "Just ignore him."

But inside, I was fuming. My pride, my princess pride, wouldn't let me simply brush it off. He had no right to treat me like this. I would ignore him as long as it took to teach him a lesson.

As I ate, Erox was placing an order with a woman who held a stack of papers. They were laughing together, their conversation easy and familiar. The woman's laughter, so carefree and light, felt like a physical blow. My hair prickled on the back of my neck, my body tense, as if I were a cat about to pounce.

It was like a magnet, drawing every woman in the room to him. They flirted, openly and easily, and the worst part was, he flirted right back, effortlessly charming, like it was a natural part of his breathing.

"Stop staring at him," Ezekiel said, his tone laced with amusement. "He'll make you jealous and you'll explode in anger again."

I raised an eyebrow, my lips twisting into a wry smile. "Jealous? Me? Seriously?"

"Do you think I'd get jealous over some random woman he's talking to? No way, Ezekiel. It just annoys me. You know what, let's finish this and go somewhere more fun. Do you know any places where I can release this frustration of mine?”

I tried to ignore the man near us, who was busy flirting with another woman, telling some joke that had her doubled over in laughter. It was almost painful to watch.

"I know a place," Ezekiel said, his voice full of excitement. "Maybe a private bar where only elites and VIPs can get in."

I raised an eyebrow, trying to picture this place. Was it like a fancy ball, with people from different palaces, all dressed in their finest gowns and suits?

"What do you think?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with a playful glint.

I smiled and nodded, "I'm in. Just make sure I can forget all my problems for a while."

Ezekiel chuckled, "So, the great Margaret Thatcher has problems too? Do I want to know what kind of problems?"

I smiled and shook my head, chuckling along with him. "Well, there's no one on Earth who doesn't deal with problems. I'm not exempt. I have a lot of them. It's just you can't see it on my face. But believe me, I have a lot."

My thoughts drifted to my parents, and the betrayal I had suffered at the hands of my ex-fiancé. Now, I was stuck in a completely different world, with no clear path back to my own. I had planned this escape, but now that I was here, I couldn't help but wonder if I shouldn't have faced my problems head-on. Maybe there was still a way to resolve them.

"So, are you ready to party?" Ezekiel asked, holding out his hand. "Let's get out of here and go somewhere fun. It'll do you good.”