The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 627- Enjoying Melissa & Boulevard’s Arrival (3)

Melissa, with her slender and shapely figure, pressed against him, her chest molding to his, her legs draped loosely.

Reinhardt guided her to the couch and gently laid her down. Then, he leaned his weight onto her, capturing her lips in a passionate, consuming kiss.

His hands explored her form, shedding each article of her clothing and tracing every contour, every delicate dip.

He returned his attention to her breasts, kissing and gently nipping before his mouth descended along her stomach.

He parted her legs, discovering her already slick and receptive. However, he paused before entering. Instead, he devoted his attention to tasting her, his tongue delving into her core, savoring her wetness, teasing her clit until a cry escaped her lips.

"Uhhn... Mmmn... Nnng... so good" Melissa’s hands clenched in his hair as she writhed and squirmed on the couch.

Sensing her complete readiness, he positioned himself between her thighs. With a single, potent thrust, he entered her.

The union was deep, instant, and felt perfectly aligned. Melissa’s inner self seemed to clench around him, as if sculpted for him alone.

Once fully sheathed, Reinhardt began to move, his hips driving into her with a rhythm that sought to both intimately explore her and engulf her in sheer pleasure.

Melissa mirrored his movements, meeting each thrust with her own hips, accommodating his every inch within her.

"Anng... Ahhn... Oooh... Yess.. shhh" Her moans formed a melody of delight.

And so, they succumbed to the heat, enveloped in the secluded sanctuary where no one could intrude upon them.

For a time, the impending war, the world beyond… all faded away. In that moment, only this existed: the sensuous sound of skin on skin, the wet, rhythmic cadence of their joined bodies, the gasps and groans of shared bliss.

The sun blazed directly overhead.

Outside the grand mansion, a carriage pulled up to the main entrance.

As the carriage door swung open, its occupant finally became visible.

Clad in ostentatious robes and dripping with opulence, the figure who emerged was none other than Marquis Boulevard.

Upon exiting, he surveyed his surroundings and was quickly noticed by the mansion's domestics.

He was courteously received by the mansion's steward, who then guided him towards Reinhardt's private office wing.

Boulevard proceeded through the opulent halls, eventually arriving at his destination. Standing before the office door, he knocked firmly and waited with palpable patience.

His visit was unannounced, a spontaneous decision, thus he had no choice but to announce his presence this way.

However, as time elapsed, there was still no response. Boulevard waited, then knocked once more, this time with greater force.

Still, silence met his efforts.

A frown creased his brow. It was mid-morning; Reinhardt should surely be at his study. Could he possibly be engaged in another meeting?

Reinhardt wasn't merely a nobleman; he also commanded one of Solaris's Seven Great Orders. It was only expected that such a man would be occupied.

Boulevard resolved to wait. He stood by the door, listening to the mansion's quiet ambiance. After a considerable interval, a sound reached him.

A faint, indistinct noise emanated from within the office. It wasn't speech, not clearly. It sounded more like... a muffled cry, perhaps? A gasp?

He couldn't quite discern it, but it was undeniably human, originating from inside the room.

What was that peculiar sound? And why did the voice strike him as so familiar?

His apprehension mingled with a surge of curiosity as he knocked once more. Perhaps the occupants had finally heard him, or perhaps his reiterated knocking was simply more insistent. After a full minute filled with hurried rustling sounds from within, a voice finally called out.

"Come in."

Boulevard opened the door and stepped inside.

Within the office, Reinhardt was seated in his chair, appearing entirely composed. Although, given his hurried need to dress, his golden hair was slightly disheveled.

Standing beside him was Melissa, meticulously organizing some documents near his desk. She was fully clothed, her jacket buttoned, her skirt perfectly straight. She presented a picture of professionalism.

Observing them, unless one possessed an exceptionally keen eye for detail, the passionate encounter the two had shared moments before Boulevard's arrival would remain completely concealed.

Evidently, the Marquis was not such a man. Nevertheless, regardless of his perception, he could sense that something was amiss.

He particularly noted subtle shifts in his wife's demeanor. Her skin possessed an unusual glow, a warmth that wasn't solely attributable to the sunlight.

Her eyes, when they briefly met Reinhardt's, held a profound depth, hinting at unspoken meanings.

Furthermore, her movements, previously precise and brisk, now seemed languid and subtly sensual. Even as she simply stood there, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she exuded an undeniable allure and beauty.

Boulevard also detected a distinct scent in the air. While not overpowering, it was undeniably present.

Faint and subtly musky, it lingered beneath the aromas of paper and tea, instilling a vague sense of unease within him.

But before his thoughts could delve deeper, Reinhardt spoke.

"Marquis Boulevard," Reinhardt rose from his chair. "What a surprise. I was not informed of your visit."

Boulevard nodded, his mind still trying to comprehend the strange ambiance around him.

"My apologies, Lord Reinhardt. The matter was indeed urgent, hence my abrupt arrival. I was entrusted by Her Majesty the Queen to deliver this to you and to inform you regarding the impending summit..."

He paused mid-sentence, his eyes involuntarily drawn to Melissa, who sported a subtle blush on her cheeks.

As she registered his attention, a warm smile graced her lips. This familiar smile, one he had witnessed countless times, now struck him as profoundly altered.

Was it more vibrant? More alluring, perhaps? Regardless, it felt undeniably different.

A tranquil contentment radiated from her expression, a satisfaction that seemed to stem from a source beyond mere professional accomplishment.

He couldn't shake the feeling that she appeared utterly content.

And her bearing... the assured way she stood beside Reinhardt, the almost unconscious sway of her hips, the relaxed ease in her posture, all hinted at an intimacy that caused Boulevard considerable unease.