During a masquerade banquet, I met a very elegant young woman and since then I have not been able to forget her figure. Every time I see her, I feel a longing to touch, to have, to claim. I haven't felt this way since I was young. My heart races, my soul is restless and I can't control my gaze. I'm even... tempted to betray my principles and do something that would harm a friendship.

I have been busy with state affairs lately. Although I keep thinking about you, I can't find time to contact you. Today, I finally found the courage after drinking several glasses of whiskey.

Sometimes I find myself unable to ignore your every gesture. That occasional mischief and sensitivity are such adorable feminine traits.

Since that night at the masquerade ball, I haven't been the same. The exuberant beauty and your penetrating eyes drive me crazy. I can't stop thinking about you. I want to feel your hands run over my body, I want to taste your full lips, I want to hear your moans of pleasure echoing through the corridors of this castle.

But I know I can't. I have responsibilities. But that doesn't stop my desire for you from growing every day. I only ask that you allow me to adore you, to venerate you as you deserve, even if it is only in my dreams.

Upon entering the library, Lafayette was sitting in front of the fireplace on the sofa, absorbed in his thoughts. He barely noticed when you entered, as his gaze was lost in the dancing flames. His hair was tied back and his face looked tired. Hearing footsteps, he raised his head and his blue eyes met yours. For a moment, you both stood frozen, not knowing what to say. The air between you felt thick with tension and repressed desire.

Lafayette was the first to break the silence. "I needed to see you," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. He got up and stopped in front of you. Lafayette's hot breath collided with your face lightly and you could feel the tension and the quickened pulse in his throat. Without warning, Lafayette grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a searing kiss. His lips collided hard, their tongues dueling as if they were fighting for dominance.

He moaned against your mouth, feeling the heat building inside him. Lafayette pressed your body against the couch, his hands exploring your curves as he continued to kiss you intensely. Then at some point, he broke the kiss and stared into your eyes. "I want you," he murmured, his voice full of desire. "I want to possess you completely."

Without waiting for a response, he began to slowly unbutton your blouse, exposing your lacy bra. He marveled at that God sent sight, "Fuck.." his hands slipped inside your dress, caressing your thighs. You instinctively opened your legs, giving him full access. When his fingers found your wet panties, he groaned in satisfaction.

“You're so ready for me,” he said, rubbing your swollen clit through the thin fabric. “I can't wait to fuck you.”