The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Mikhailis broke the kiss first, his forehead resting against hers as he looked into her eyes. His gaze was soft, but there was a knowing glint there, as if he understood exactly what she was feeling—the confusion, the desire, the fear.

"So, Estella," he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper.

"Do we have a deal?"

Estella stared at him, her breath coming in short gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to say no, to push him away, to regain control. But she couldn't. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

"Yes, Your Highness," she replied, her voice trembling.

Mikhailis smiled, his lips curving into a gentle, yet triumphant grin. The warmth of his gaze seemed to draw her closer, and she felt herself leaning into him again, her mind a tangled mess. Without even thinking, she pressed her lips to his once more, a needy, almost desperate feeling washing over her. His lips were warm, soft, and there was something about the way he kissed her that made her forget everything else—her plans, her fears, her schemes. Everything just melted away.

This time, it wasn't hesitant or cautious. Estella's hands moved instinctively, grabbing the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer. She felt her heart pounding harder, her entire body aching for him. She kissed him deeply, savoring the way his lips moved with hers, the way he responded without hesitation. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tighter against his chest.

Mikhailis responded, his lips parting slightly, his tongue brushing against hers. Estella moaned softly, her hands gripping tighter as she hugged him. She was losing herself in the kiss—it felt too good, too addictive. He deepened the kiss, their tongues intertwining, and she felt herself drowning in the sensation. The taste of him was intoxicating—like a fine wine that she wanted to savor forever. Mikhailis gulped her saliva as if it were the richest of nectars, and she, in turn, tasted him just as eagerly, feeling the warmth and connection grow with every swallow. It was like they were sharing something far more intimate than just a kiss, each gulp drawing them deeper into one another. His hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer, the heat between them growing with every second. She couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but the taste of his mouth, the feel of his hands on her body. The exchange of their essence, the slow and deliberate way they drank from each other, made her shiver, her entire body aching for more.

She didn't know how long they stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, until finally, Mikhailis pulled away, his forehead resting against hers. They were both breathing heavily, their hearts racing in sync.

"Estella," he whispered, his breath warm against her lips, "are you ready to hear my proposal?"

Estella blinked, trying to regain her composure, her thoughts still hazy from the kiss. She nodded slowly, her eyes meeting his.

"Tell me," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Mikhailis shifted, gently moving her off his lap, though he still kept her close. He looked at her, his expression calm, serious.

"I know you're conflicted," he began, his eyes not leaving hers.

"I know what you wanted when you approached me—control, power. And I'm not naive. I understand why you would see me as a tool to be used." He paused, his lips quirking slightly.

"But I see more in you than that, Estella. I see ambition. And I admire that."

Estella frowned, her heart still pounding. She couldn't read him. Was he mocking her? Was he genuinely interested? She couldn't tell.

"You talk a lot," she muttered, her tone tinged with frustration.

Mikhailis chuckled softly, his hand reaching to cup her cheek. His touch was gentle, his gaze steady.

"I want to help you, Estella. I want us to be partners—in business and... whatever this is." He gestured between them, his lips curling into a smile.

"I'm not just here to play games or flirt. I have knowledge from my world—inventions, potions, things that would revolutionize your business empire."

Estella's eyes widened slightly, her breath catching.

"Inventions?" she repeated.

Mikhailis nodded.

"Skincare products, beauty enhancers—things that don't exist in this world. Imagine a potion that could give someone eternal youthful skin, or a health tonic called Kombucha that promotes wellness without any of the side effects of traditional potions." He paused, watching her reaction carefully.

"I want to work with you, Estella. Not just because there's an attraction between us, but because I see potential in what we can create together."

Estella bit her lip, her mind racing. It was tempting—more than tempting. It was everything she'd ever wanted. But there was still doubt in her heart. Was this real? Or was he playing her?

"Why would you trust me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Mikhailis smiled, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair from her face.

"Because I think we're the same," he said softly.

"We both want more. We're both ambitious, willing to take risks. And I think we can do great things together."

Estella looked at him, her eyes searching his. There was something genuine in his gaze—something she couldn't quite place. She wanted to believe him, but her pride held her back. She hated the idea of needing someone else. She hated the idea of being vulnerable.

But there was something about Mikhailis—something that made her want to trust him.

"I'll think about it," she said finally, her voice steady.

Mikhailis nodded, his smile widening.

"Take all the time you need," he said softly, his hand moving to cup her cheek again.

"But just know, I'm not going anywhere."

Estella's heart skipped a beat, her eyes locked on his. She could feel the warmth of his hand on her skin, the sincerity in his eyes. She swallowed hard, her emotions a tangled mess.

"You're infuriating," she muttered, her lips twitching into a small smile.

Mikhailis chuckled, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

"I get that a lot," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Just then, they heard a soft groan. Estella looked over to see Rhea stirring, her eyes slowly opening as she blinked in confusion. She looked at the two of them, her gaze lingering on how close they were.

"What... are you two doing?" Rhea mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep.

Mikhailis grinned, his arm still around Estella.

"Just having a morning discussion," he said lightly, his eyes meeting Rhea's.

Rhea blinked, her gaze shifting between Mikhailis and Estella. Then, without a word, she moved closer to Mikhailis, wrapping her arms around his waist as she hugged him tightly.

"Hey!" Estella protested, her eyes narrowing at her bodyguard.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Rhea looked up, her eyes meeting Estella's with a sleepy smile.

"My lady, you're being unfair," she said, her voice soft.

"We shared Milord last night. We need to share him equally, right?"

Estella blinked, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to find a response.

"Rhea... Milord?" she asked, her voice incredulous.

Rhea nodded, her face flushing slightly as she hugged Mikhailis tighter.

"Milord is Milord," she said simply, her eyes filled with adoration.

"I don't have any other Milord than Milord."

Mikhailis chuckled, his hand moving to gently pat Rhea's head.

"Alright, alright. I'll allow it," he said, his tone playful.

Estella shook her head, her lips curving into an amused smile.

"You're both ridiculous," she muttered, her gaze softening as she looked at them.

"But fine, just... listen to the proposal, okay?"

Rhea nodded, her eyes meeting Mikhailis's. She seemed captivated by the confidence and depth of his proposal, her instincts as a bodyguard on high alert, scanning for any potential threats, but her heart betrayed her, swayed by his undeniable charisma and the sincerity she felt emanating from his words. There was a vulnerability in his offer, an acknowledgment of trust that made her heart soften, despite her training and her duty to protect Estella above all else.

Mikhailis gently released Estella, sitting up. He looked at her, his expression serious.

"Estella, I need you to understand something," he said, his voice losing its playfulness.

"I don't plan to give anything away for free. I want something in return."

Estella raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice wary.

Mikhailis smiled, his eyes locking onto hers.

"An agreement. A partnership without secrecy. We'll work together, create these products, and we'll share the profits equally. I don't want to take your credit, but I do want my fair share." He paused, his gaze softening.

"And no more hidden schemes. Full honesty, Estella. It's high-risk, high-reward. But I think it's worth it. I'm going to enjoy fully those wide connection network of yours,"

Estella stared at him, her mind racing. He knew—he knew everything she'd planned, and yet he was still willing to work with her. She felt a pang of something—respect, admiration, maybe even attraction. He had always been ahead of her, but he hadn't crushed her. He had given her a choice.

She bit her lip, her gaze meeting his.

"You're a cunning one, aren't you?