Garden of May - Chapter 71
Chapter 71
His gaze, which had been lingering on the trembling woman held in his grasp, suddenly deepened. Her pale, delicate nape, the lace undergarments like relics from a bygone era, the full br3asts restrained by the corset, and the golden hair cascading down to her waist.
She possessed an impressive confidence, believing such a display would pique a man’s interest. Of course, he was confident he’d be aroused even if she were dressed in rags, but… River Ross narrowed his eyes, a subtle glint in them.
“What were you thinking to have that look on your face?”
He forced her to look at her reflection in the mirror, and Vanessa’s breath hitched. Her grip on the vanity tightened slightly.
“I… wasn’t thinking… anything….”
“You lie well.”
“It’s not a lie. I really wasn’t thinking… any…thing….”
He lowered his head and captured her lips, parting them with a predatory kiss, drawing in her small, supple tongue. A low groan rumbled in Theodore’s throat. She was always sweet, succulent, and fragrant, no matter how or where he tasted her.
Like a fruit ripened to the point of decay. Like their relationship, ruined from the start by deceit and lies. Lies were always this sweet.
A lewd sound echoed in the small dressing room. Vanessa’s eyes had grown hazy. Innocent and naive, she couldn’t handle the eager entanglement of his tongue, nor could she skillfully refuse it.
A calloused thumb slowly stroked her delicate throat, feeling the rapid pulse, fast and sharp like that of a small animal. It was as if he held her very heart in his hand.
He slowly broke the kiss, and her ragged breaths washed over his face. He traced her swollen lips with his thumb.
“And now?”
“Now… I….”
Flustered and stammering, Vanessa gasped and averted her gaze. The tips of her ears, peeking out from her golden hair, were flushed crimson.
He released the corset strings he’d been holding. The constricting laces loosened, and the undergarments flowed down. He splayed his fingers and pulled the thin lace covering her br3asts downwards.
Her br3asts, freed from their confinement, bounced freely. He grasped them firmly, as if milking them, and Vanessa inhaled sharply.
“Oh…”
He was pleased by the way the classically beautiful, almost demure face flushed with wanton color. He smiled and kissed her neck.
“Come out like this.”
“…What?”
“No need to bother lacing and covering yourself up.”
The hand that had gripped her br3asts moved lower, his touch now gentle.
“You’re always more beautiful undressed.”
Vanessa stared at him in disbelief. He spoke such sweet words, now devoid of any shame. While she was momentarily lost in thought, his hand slipped skillfully beneath her skirt. He brushed aside her damp undergarments and slowly stroked between her legs.
“Ah…”
Whether intentional or accidental, the corner of the handkerchief grazed her cl1toris, drawing a gasp from her. Her arousal intensified.
Strangely, the more her desire was fulfilled, the more she yearned. Knowing was the problem. If she hadn’t known, it wouldn’t have mattered, but knowing how intense his touch could be made it all the more consuming.
Vanessa bit her lip and lowered her head, summoning all her self-control to resist the urge to grind against his long, firm fingers.
Despite her efforts, a teasing chuckle reached her ears, accompanied by a calm voice, simply stating the fact that she was wet. He finally withdrew his hand just as Vanessa felt she might faint from shame.
He straightened her undergarments and smoothed her skirt, his touch now devoid of any desire. His sculpted face was impassive.
“New undergarments are over there.”
