Soulbound: Dual Cultivation

Lucas lay sprawled across the large bed in his chamber, the heavy silk sheets tangled around his legs, his body sinking into the soft mattress as he drifted in the haze of a deep, peaceful sleep.

He barely registered the soft patter of footsteps sounding somewhere in the distance, assuming it was just the servants scurrying through the halls, running late-night errands for Lady Cecilia. The sound was faint, blending into the rhythm of his slow breaths, and he let it slip from his thoughts, his body too relaxed to care.

But then the footsteps grew louder, stopping abruptly at the door of his chamber. A soft knock followed, barely audible but sharp enough to pull him from the edge of sleep. His eyes flickered open, his senses sharpening as he stared at the ceiling, the carved wooden beams barely visible in the low light.

'Who the hell is that?' he thought, his heart picking up a beat, curiosity mixing with a faint irritation at being disturbed, it was already midnight. He pushed himself up, the sheets sliding off his bare chest, his loose trousers shifting as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cold against his feet, grounding him as he crossed the room, wondering who could be bold enough to come to his door at this hour.

He reached the door, its iron hinges gleaming faintly, and paused, his hand on the latch. Another knock came, softer this time, almost hesitant, and he frowned, his mind running through possibilities of who it could be. He opened the door, the wood creaking slightly, and there stood Lady Cecilia, her figure framed by the torchlight spilling from the hallway. She wore a thin, almost translucent dress, the fabric so light it clung to her curves like a second skin, revealing the outline of her full breasts, her nipples faintly visible, her hips swaying slightly as she shifted her weight. Her brown hair dropping over her shoulders, loose and wild, and her eyes, usually sharp authority kindness were heavy with something else, something raw, needy, unmistakable.

Lucas's breath caught, his eyes sweeping over her, taking in the way the dress barely covered her, the way her skin glowed in the dim light, half-naked and unashamed. Her face, flushed with a mix of nervousness and desire, told him everything he needed to know before she even spoke.

'She's horny,' he thought, his cock stirring in his trousers, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned against the doorframe. Lady Cecilia's lips parted, but no words came, just a look that burned with want, her eyes locked on his, pleading without saying it. He could tell she'd come for one reason, to fuck him, to give herself to him in the dead of night, her body already screaming for it.

Her needy, lust-filled eyes locked on his, but Lucas kept his expression neutral, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Lady Cecilia… what are you here to do?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, feigning surprise as if he couldn't read the hunger in her stance, the way her body practically vibrated with desire. He knew exactly why she was here, but he wanted to hear her say it, to see how far she'd go.

Cecilia's cheeks flushed a deeper red, her lips parting as she fumbled for words, caught off guard by his question. "I… I just wanted to make sure you're comfortable," she said, her voice soft, almost hesitant, but her eyes betrayed her, flicking down to his chest, then lower, before snapping back up.

'Comfortable?' she thought, her heart pounding, knowing it was a flimsy excuse, her body screaming for him despite her attempt to sound proper. Lucas raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening slightly. "I'm comfortable," he said, his tone calm, almost teasing, his eyes never leaving hers. "Very comfortable." Cecilia swallowed hard, her hands twitching at her sides, the thin fabric of her dress shifting as she took a shaky breath. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible, and turned to leave, hoping, praying, he'd stop her.

'Please call me back,' she thought, her heart racing, her body still buzzing with the need that had driven her to his door at this hour. Lucas watched her go, her hips swaying as the dress clinged to her ass, and he let the moment hang for a beat, just long enough to make her wonder.

Then, "Lady Cecilia," he called, his voice low, carrying that edge that made her freeze. She turned, her eyes lighting up, a wave of relief and happiness washing over her. 'He wants me,' she thought, her lips curving into a small, eager smile.

"Come in," Lucas said, stepping aside, gesturing to the chamber. "We can talk." The word 'talk' was heavy with implication, and they both knew it wasn't just conversation he was offering.

Cecilia stepped inside, her heart pounding, the cool stone floor sending a shiver through her bare feet. The moment she crossed the threshold, she turned, quick and bold, and closed the door softly, her fingers trembling with anticipation. Before Lucas could react, she closed the distance between them, pressing herself against him, her hands grabbing his face as she stole a kiss, her lips soft but urgent against his. The move caught him off guard, her warmth, the faint jasmine scent of her skin, the way her full breasts pressed against his chest through the thin dress, it hit him like a spark.

'Bold move,' he muttered to himself, amazed by her boldness, but he maintained his composure, letting her kiss him for a moment, tasting her need, her tongue brushing his before he gently broke away, his hands on her shoulders, easing her back.

Cecilia's face flushed crimson, embarrassment flooding her as she realized what she'd done, throwing herself at him like that, locking the door, kissing him without warning.

'What was I thinking?' her hands dropping to her sides, her eyes darting away, unable to meet his gaze. Her dress felt too thin now, too revealing, and she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself, mortified by her own boldness.

Lucas's smirk softened, his eyes still locked on her, reading every flicker of emotion on her face. 'She's embarrassed, but she wants it,' he mused.