He grabbed her and pulled her close before he could stop himself. His hunger getting the better of him for a moment. The kiss was returned harder and greedier, before he pulled back. “S-Scheisse, Aileen, I’m sorry..”
The days continued on like this, where simple acts of love nearly drove Ludwig mad. And seeing anyone talk to Aileen made him angry. He could barely control himself.
He was sweating, gnawing at imagined restraints. He couldn’t hold out much longer. Just looking at her made him drool, and seeing her even ear someone else made his blood boil.
"Perhaps you should find a brief outlet for your anger, lieben?" Aileen offered, hiding behind a door. It was all she could do to keep him sane, but it did nothing to mask her scent from him.
His sleeves were rolled up, exposing bulging muscles and popping veins. His suspenders were loose around his legs as he swung again and again, round after round being cut clean in half. It didn’t seem like it was helping too much.
"Gods~" She moaned under her breath before she turned toward Ludwig's trunk; there was only one thing he kept in it, and she knew it would help him finally release his stress.