An object in posession seldom retains the charm it had in pursuit.
This is true for Patrick, one instance of this is, in the first meeting he was more than desperate to try to please the lady. He was only held back by his inexperience to do the hustle of flirting.
Let's say he was to be given the reward of having the lady without the effort of earning it, while he would be joyous in interacting and dealing with her, it would hand him a lack of the advantage of having learned to understand her, find common ground, or master the art of attraction.
He would eventually become unsatisfied because having the prize makes you lack the feeling of valuing it, he would find himself in a hollow position, ignoring the meal in front of him.
A reminder also that this does not account for him learning how to be a great husband to be with and even in the future of making her fall for him by his own charm that he would possibly cultivate in that span of time, this here is all a hypothetical. This focuses solely on the initial aquisition.
To illustrate the point more clearly, consider a hypothetical 'man,' give this 'man,' which is not referring to or implying to be Patrick, all the female that he could have won, on the condition that he can't play anymore, and you'll make him unhappy. So the 'man' doesn't just want to get the female, he wants to play the game. But allow him to play his game, but he's guranteed to not win the female.
You're also going to make him upset. You need something like 'not having the thing desired, along with the illusion that once you achieve the thing, its going to make you happy.' But because having the thing on its own isn't actually going to make you happy, you also need to not have it.
You know, it used to be that when you wake up its supposed to be a gamble, you don't know whether you're going to have a shelter over your head, you don't know whether you're going to have food to eat, every single day. The thing resets. Now, you've got the money without the game, you've got the shelter, you've got the food, you're fine. So what people are doing is, theyre seeking the game without the prize.
It is of great and immense value then that he is in the process of actively learning to deal with the pursuit of charming her. By struggling to charm her before he 'posesses' her in the relationship, this ensures that he is retaining the reality of the act of pursuing. Leading to him to be given the eventual prize it's actual worth.
With the heavy oak of the desk being in contact with Valeria's lower back, she had barely felt the feeling of discomfort. She was far too preoccupied with the weight of her fiancee's body pressing against hers, it was like she was intoxicated. When Patrick's crotch would somehow bump from shifting against her thigh, a feeling of a light piece of electricity would travel to race on her spine. It would pool in her lower belly with a type of heat she had only ever read in obscene literature.
On the other hand, Patrick felt like he was playing a high stakes mobile game where he was running out of skill combo's to use while the enemy keeps coming at him to take his bounty.
Okay, she's arching her back. That's a good sign, right? Or is her back cramping? No, she's definitely into this.
Having been influenced and emboldened by her previous comment about him being a monster, Patrick let his fingers wander around the young lady's body. He made his right hand slide from her waist, making it trace the curve of her hip before his fingers ventured in a higher place. The silk with emerald color bunched beneath his own fingers, revealing the pale and cream colored skin on her thigh. Patrick's palm, when it finally had made contactwith her bare skin just above her black stocking, the Young Lady let out a ragged gasp that was practically letting out her sob that betrayed her pleasure.
"Patrick, please..." she whimpered, her legs parting instinctively to allow him closer.
Please what? Patrick panicked. Please stop? Please keep going? Oh god, she's opening up like a book!
He took the gamble, if he fails he gets imprisoned for assault, if not, he lives. With a 'fuck it we ball mentality,' he stepped into the space she provided, his hips locking flush against hers.
The sensation of her soft, yielding curves meeting his hard, tense frame sent a surge of adrenaline through him that momentarily silenced his inner monologue.
His thinking side started to get into the flow of things, but whether if he was out of hand or not, was uncertain to him. He leaned in absentmindedly into her, his nose brushing at the point where pulse of area of her throat was, before he slowly settled in the warm space between her jaw and collarbone. His teeth grazed her skin from him trying to breathe though his nose but was panicking unnoticeably and breathing on his mouth.
Valeria in her also inexperienced but with the elegance she trained for, felt that her fiancee is showing a type of a desperate hunger from him breathing on her neck and the feeling of his teeth grazing on her. She found it quite terrifying to be this vulnerable with a man, even as she is slowly having the feeling of wanting to be addicted to it.
Valeria's hands found the buttons of his vest, her fingers fumbling with an impatient energy, she didn't realize she was showing. She wanted to feel him, truly feel him, without the barrier of layers.
She managed to pop two buttons, her palms sliding inside to press against his chest. He was burning hot, his muscles finally on her fingers.
"You're so... firm," she breathed, her head falling back as Patrick bit down gently on the sensitive tendon of her neck.
Patrick had none such knowledge that biting was intimate at all, this was him noticing that Valeria had a positive reaction as she leaned her neck closer into his mouth.
Impregnation here is the goal of the marriage right!? I should at least try to fuck around and find out.
He thought as even he himself was trying to test the limits of his charm.
Patrick's hand climbed higher up her thigh, his fingers brushing against the lace of her intimate black stockings. He felt her tremble noticeably, her entire body was blooming with a feverish flush.
He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. In the dim light of the study, with his hair disheveled and his gaze heavy with lust, he looked every bit the apex predator she imagined him to be.
"Is this okay?" he rasped, his voice dropping an octave into a low, vibrating tone.
Patrick was uncertain, any kind of lifesaving word response would make him see if his actions were actually correct.
Valeria didn't answer with words. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him so tightly against her center that they both groaned in unison, though his was more in surprise and nervousness than pleasure.
She leaned forward, nipping at his earlobe before whispering, "If you stop now, Merchant... I'll have you executed for treason."
It works... What. The. Fuck. It did.
Patrick pauses for a few moment's, as if teasing her, though it was just him trying to piece his composure back. He then decided it's time to actually voluntarily, without accident this time, to do something with his realization.
He swallowed hard, a lopsided, daring smirk finally breaking across his face. "Well," he muttered, his hand venturing into the forbidden territory beneath her skirts, "I guess I'd better make sure I finish the job."