From High Society To His Service

Lily's feverish body in his arms, the muted glow of the m

as barely aware of her surroundings, her body limp

voice an intimate caress in

red mind continued to tug at her pyjamas,

her voice a mantra of d

thin fabric of her clothes yielding to her movements, re

gh with desire as his gaze lingere

, hovered above Lily's body, poised to of

s still. "You need to rest. You're not well." But Lily, lost in the haze of fever, paid

reg's resolve crumbled like a sandcastle be

g's hand, warm and gentle, cupped Lily's flushed cheek, the heat ra

tinged with both fear and tenderness. "We ne

ht frame from the bed, carrying her towards the bathroom,

indow, cast a silvery glow across the room, illuminating

gs as Greg gently laid her in the tub, and turned on the light, hi

ht to calm her feverish spirit. "You're going to be o

hed skin, roused her from her fevered stupor,

as she lay in the tub, her pyjamas clinging to her body like a second

o pour the cool water over Lily's feverish skin, found

ily's very presence, even in this weakened state, ignite a fire within him that had lain dormant fo

on Lily's form, her slender limbs and the gentle swell of her brea

t just cooling her fever, but washing away his res

er skin for just a moment longer than necessary. Greg, his hand still resting gently against Lily's skin

e a whisper against her e

lips parting in a faint smile. Greg, his fingers brushing tenderly against Lily's dam

er and the after-effects of the water, opened he

s slurring slightly as her feverish mind

tinued, a small, disoriented

d him, fought to contain his growing desire, his

is voice low and husky as he tri

e you f

out a small, breathy laugh, her smile

f-lidded with feverish weariness, Greg's resolve t

ied to remain focused on her well-being. "You need to get

th innocent and knowing, nodded slightly, her

is eyes fell upon the sight of her soaked pyjamas,

of her breasts inviting his gaze. Her matching panties, too, hugged her curves

desire and concern, as he tried to avert

he fought to remain composed. "You need to get ou

verish haze, seemed unable to comprehend his words, her arms wr

o handsome."Lily, still smiling with that feverish, intoxicated look in her eyes, seemed to

er brow furrowing slightly as she tried to focus on

neeze, her body shuddering slightly against Greg's as sh

and resolve as he sought to help Lily out of her

her skin, the cool air of the bathroom sending shivers down h

bric cocooning her in a blanket of comfort. "You need to rest now." With the image of Lily's near-naked form

he said, his voice strained with the

wards the door, his arms trembling with the strain of

le against the temptation of her body in his arms. Her head rested against his chest,

ice that lay before him. He could lay her in her own bed, tuck her in and let her

e laid her in her bed, he could leave her to sleep off the fever, ensuring her safety and comfort

going to lay you down now. With a sigh of resignation, Greg laid Lily gently in her bed,

d the towel from her hair, and brushed the damp strands of h

over her sleeping form as he switched off the light.With a resigned sigh, Greg left Lily's room, his mind

st of her scent on his skin, the memory of her soft, suppl

nd remained wide awake, the shadows of the room dancing around him as he

like a web of temptation. His thoughts, a swirling vortex of desire and self-

on. He saw her body, draped in nothing but a thin layer of damp fabric, her curves beckoning to him like a siren song. With each pas

e, he found himself slipping into a dream-like state, the bar

stoic butler, nor was Lily the frag

er, and she, his willing captive. As the dreamscape took

, the shadows no longer mere phantoms, b

d to, she was now a creature of fierce and untamed desire, her bo

r clothing, the moonlight caressing her curves with a lover's to

whisper that sent shivers through his

aflame with need. His hands, rough and callused, traced the contours of her body, the curve of her waist, the soft swell of h

pulled her into his embrace, his lips crashing agai

ure and release. With a low, animalistic groan, Greg swept Lily into his arms, her legs wrapping around his wai

her body against his, her skin burning with feverish desire, her hands fum

ispers, danced around them, urging

me to the sudden, jarring realization that the experience of the d

him, his body drenched in sweat as if he had truly been wi

s he sat up, shaking his head to clear the remnants o