Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 90
Hansel burst out laughing and pushed him away.
“What are you doing? Why my nose?”
“It looked tasty.”
Dante turned his attention to her neck, his breath growing slightly rougher as he nuzzled the sensitive skin. He trailed down to her shoulder, biting softly. Hansel clutched at his hair as his lips grazed her collarbone.
His tongue pressed firmly against the delicate skin, licking and sucking as she squirmed under his touch.
“You’re like a puppy today,” she muttered.
Dante lifted his head, the faintest thread of silver connecting his lips to her skin. He ran his tongue over his crimson lips, and a slight warmth rose to Hansel’s ears.
For some reason, he looks particularly handsome today.
The sunlight streaming through the window felt especially bright today. Perhaps that’s why. The sharp, sculpted features of Dante’s face, already like a statue, seemed even more pronounced under the light and shadow.
Even his lips appeared unusually red today. And because of that…
Hansel’s heart thudded noisily in her chest. She averted her eyes from Dante’s gaze and leaned back slightly. They’d already been intimate more than once, yet the closeness of their thighs suddenly felt distracting.
If she leaned in just a bit more, his beautiful… thing might press against her lower stomach.
After spending a few days in the hospital, Hansel had come to realize that the walls weren’t exactly soundproof. Even the sound of nurses’ footsteps echoed clearly through the cracks in the door.
Dante might not be as rough as a werewolf, but when it came to what he did below the waist… Well, he wasn’t exactly gentle either. If they started now, there was no doubt she’d end up wailing halfway through.
…This isn’t the time.
The problem wasn’t even Dante—Hansel wasn’t sure she could keep quiet herself. She had to change the subject somehow.
“Uh, um, now that I think about it, where’s the werewolf?”
Dante furrowed his sharp brows in annoyance. Hansel, too busy looking away, missed the expression entirely.
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, I see. So, you’re not planning to go after him again?”
“No. I’ll kill him.”
“……”
Well. The werewolf had committed plenty of sins. Dante’s mother, for one. And let’s not forget the audacity to lead Dante into calling Hansel’s name without warning. That alone was outrageous.
Still, Hansel felt a bit guilty. For some reason, the thought of killing him felt a little… excessive.
Turning back toward Dante, Hansel hesitated at the sight of his slightly pouty expression. He glanced downward, murmuring under his breath.
“Don’t like the werewolf.”
“Huh? Are you upset because I brought up the werewolf all of a sudden?”
“Yeah. Don’t like him.”
“I don’t like him either, okay? Really.”
Hansel looped her arms around Dante’s neck and tilted her head, trying to appease him. Dante stared intently at her, his gaze narrowing slightly.
“You wrote in the book that you like wolves.”
“…What?”
Dante gestured toward the nightstand with his chin. There it was, the infamous book, lying carelessly on the table. Hansel’s mouth fell open in disbelief.
Why is that stupid book still around? Is it alive or something?
Hansel cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure.
“No, no, that’s not my book. It was written by the person on the cover. I told you that, remember?”
“There were a lot of underlined sections. Especially the parts about wolves’… anatomy.”
Why had he read it so thoroughly?
“Well, uh, that was before I met you, so it doesn’t count, okay?”
“So, you did like wolves originally.”
Why is he so sharp today?
It was true. She’d run away hoping to sleep with a werewolf. And she had, regrettably, admitted as much to Dante.
A wave of dark energy seemed to rise ominously from Dante’s back. Hansel’s mind raced desperately, searching for a new topic to steer the conversation.
“Ah!”
Her body tipped backward suddenly.
Dante had pushed her down onto the bed, his movements swift and decisive. Before she could react, he was hovering over her, pinning her in place. His lower body pressed firmly against her stomach.
The heat and size of him, fully e***t, were undeniable. Even through her shift and his trousers, she could feel every detail—the shape, the tension, even the pulsing veins. It was terrifyingly vivid.
Hansel’s face flushed bright red.
“W-Wait, hngh…”
Dante rolled his hips against her, pressing insistently. Her mouth went dry.
She knew all too well what it felt like to have him inside her. The overwhelming fullness, the way he stretched and filled every inch, driving her to the brink with raw intensity.
Her body remembered before her mind did. Heat pooled low in her belly.
Dante leaned down as if to kiss her, his breath ghosting over her lips. Hansel’s breath hitched, growing shallow and uneven.
He whispered softly against her lips, his voice dark and sultry.
“Hansel.”
