His light brown pupils were so close that Eloise's shadow was fully reflected in them. Her heart skipped a beat, then began to race wildly. Embarrassed, she deliberately changed the subject. "Hmph, you're jealous of his good figure, aren't you?"
"Oh, is that what I meant?" Isidore responded directly, the sneer on the corner of his lips mocking her. "Is your comprehension level up to par with your elementary school language teacher? And that body," he lowered his head, moving closer, "does it compare to mine?"
His large hand wrapped around Eloise's slender waist, pulling her close, forcing her to feel the searing, rippling lines of muscle beneath his skin. Uh, indeed, he was quite a rare gem. That young guy paled in comparison… but he still had a lot of work to do.
Eloise dared not look at him, her face flushed as she dodged left and right, but she couldn't escape the embrace of his arms. With no other choice, she weakly complained about something else, trying to distract him. "Ah, don't squeeze me! The strap on my back is about to come loose!"
The swimsuit she had chosen featured delicate ties at the back. When she dressed in the room, the knots hadn't been tied securely. To reduce the area of skin that might brush against him, she had pressed her back against the rough stone surface, the friction slowly loosening the already tenuous knot.
She had underestimated how devious he could be. Isidore said, "Oh, really? Let me take a look," and without hesitation, he untied the bow. Eloise's chest loosened, and in her panic, the only option was to leap forward and hug him.
She watched helplessly as the little green knot sank to the bottom of the pool, her heart crying out in distress, but she didn't dare let go. After all, if she loosened her grip, her entire upper body would be exposed! Isidore chuckled lightly, offering a completely insincere apology. "Sorry, my hand slipped."
"I'd be a fool to believe you!" Eloise was both angry and frustrated. She lifted her foot and tried to kick his thigh. The skin under the water was slippery. Her soft, tender foot kicked aimlessly, sliding off Isidore's thigh several times and ending up who knows where.
"Enough!" Isidore finally managed to grit out, clearly struggling to contain himself. Naturally, Eloise had no intention of heeding his warning. Yet, his method to calm the unruly kitten was straightforward: he deftly caught her flailing legs and guided them around his waist, holding her securely with a firm embrace that left no room for struggle.
In this position, Eloise was rendered completely immobile. She writhed helplessly a couple of times, only to discover that her intimately pressed form was against a solid, unyielding organ. That organ, she had encountered twice before—remarkably sizable and impressively thick.
In an instant, all her rebellious spirit dissipated as if released from a burst pipe, and she no longer dared to cause any more trouble. Her heart was left solely with a profound and tremulous sense of fear, a quiet dread settling in. Please don't..." Even though her courage was faltering, the sincerity in her voice was undeniable to Isidore.
In an instant, his features clouded over with a grim darkness. "Why?"
Hate him? Why had she continuously sent those signals of intimacy beforehand? Was he to be taken for a fool? Eloise's pink, moist lips trembled faintly, and under his daunting stare, she hurriedly confessed, "Oh, I just can't stand the pain!"
Isidore froze for an instant, his stern expression softening, though he couldn't help but feel a mixture of amusement and frustration. After a moment's consideration, he softened his voice, gently cajoling, "If I'm gentle, it won't hurt." But Eloise shook her head hurriedly, determined not to be duped by such a simple ruse. She wasn't about to fall for tricks meant for gullible girls.
Isidore gritted his teeth in anger, but he had no idea what to do with her. He pushed his hips forward in a lewd manner, "What about this?" The two small red buds on her bare chest had already swelled up and stood erect, hard and sharp, pressing against him. The flesh behind them was so soft that it was squashed into a flat, round disk, and it felt pleasantly ticklish under the soft, fluffy texture like clouds.
Moreover, she radiated a soothing and enchanting fragrance, lingering in her hair and emanating from her skin. Under these circumstances, expecting that specific part of him to behave was indeed a far-fetched fantasy, like something out of a fairy tale. He took her hand and placed it gently but firmly over the pronounced rise beneath him, his tone tinged with exasperation. "You started this; now you finish it."
