Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 128
trigger warning: dubcon/noncon
Freesia watched the retreating backs of the fleeing servants with wide, startled eyes, then froze as she looked at the center of the room.
There was a canopy bed. Her back soon touched the soft bed, but the gentle sensation only made her body tremble more.
‘No, this isn’t right. This isn’t the time.’
Now wasn’t the time for him to take her—the emperor hadn’t even pressured him yet. It wasn’t the right moment.
Surely, it wasn’t the right time for him to hold her.
“Ah…!”
But the words swirling chaotically in her head wouldn’t come out. When his hands touched her body, all she could do was let out strangled breaths. He was touching her with clear s-xual intent.
Even though one hand was only lightly gripping her waist, she felt as helpless as an animal caught in a trap.
“W-Wait, ah!”
When he gently cupped her brxxst from underneath, she instinctively arched her back.
“Ah…!”
Even though she had come properly dressed, every touch of his hand made her skin prickle with goosebumps. Izar looked down at Freesia writhing under his hand with a face that had turned hard. Her cheeks were flushed, and the lips he had just kissed were wet.
While he was ensnared by his own restraints, this woman was suddenly trying to distance herself from him. The sparkling light in her pale green eyes that once looked at him was gone.
“That will never do.”
Izar whispered in a voice that had quieted, burnt out from desire and anger. A ray of sunlight fell on the bed, where the canopy had not been drawn. Freesia’s skin sparkled even more under the sunlight.
Izar felt like a crow blinded by gold.
‘It’s still too soon, but it’s better this way.’
He could properly observe Freesia’s body in the light, without missing any part of her. From now until the next day’s dawn, he would thoroughly mark her as his.
Just as he had seen in his most private and wild dreams.
Izar took off his shirt and carelessly threw it to the floor.
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The buttons that had fastened the front of her dress had disappeared somewhere.
“Ah, ah, nngh…!”
As moans spilled from her lips, strangely mundane thoughts began to surface one by one in her mind. It felt like she needed to think about something, anything, to keep her sanity in such an unreal situation.
“Ahn, ah!”
The buttons had fallen off like grains of sand at the slightest touch of Izar’s hand. He had merely grasped her clothes lightly.
It wasn’t just the buttons. The ribbon of her undergarments, which tightened around her waist, was also swiftly undone. He easily restrained Freesia’s hands when she tried to grab the last piece of her clothing.
“Duke, why— ah!”
A thorn in his side. A wife who had no right to play the part of a wife.
He had said those things himself, so why was he suddenly acting like this?
But there was no chance to speak, as her undergarments rode up, pressing her wrists above her head and leaving her immobilized.
Before she knew it, he was gazing down at her half-naked body.
In broad daylight, at a time when she couldn’t escape his gaze.
‘I have no idea what he’s thinking.’
No matter how much she pressed her thighs together to hide her shame, a mere light touch from Izar’s hand would part her knees easily.
Freesia curled up, her voice trembling with a sob.
“No, please, I don’t want this, mmh…!”
But Izar’s hand moved along the trembling line of her waist.
Except for being beaten, no one had ever touched her body, and never like this. His touch was as light as a feather, yet dense and lingering.
“Ah, uh…”
When his fingers slid from the underside to the top of her brxxst, a sobbing whimper involuntarily escaped her.
The memories of when they had once intertwined their bodies came rushing back. Back then, when she was too tense to get wet, her ‘husband’ had touched her like this.
His hand, covered by a glove, was rougher than she remembered. When that rough touch neared the trembling tip of her brxxst, chills ran down her neck.
“Uh, ah…”
Even though she bit down hard on her lower lip to stifle her voice, his touch was relentless.
His thumb and forefinger gently squeezed the soft, light brown peak of her right brxxst, as if lightly crushing a petal. Each time a sharp sensation jolted through her lower abdomen, making her vision blur.
It didn’t take long for the small nub to harden, becoming sensitive and tingly with every press on its firm core.
“Ah, no, not there, uh!”
Just as she was about to make a desperate, broken plea, she was rendered breathless by what she saw.
He bent his head down and ran his tongue over the n****e he had been tormenting with his fingers. In an instant, her flesh was drawn deeply into his mouth, as if he were devouring her.
