I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 15
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“In times like this, there doesn’t seem to be any innocence left.”
Her eyes met his fiercely, like a beast revealing its claws, ready to strike fiercely while hiding its vulnerabilities.
Her gaze seemed to resemble his past self. Seeing himself in her was not a pleasant sight for him. Pity and compassion were emotions she should not harbor.
Still, Mikhail continued to embrace her and walked towards the room, not halting his steps.
“The Loren family, Emilia von Loren… Emilia von Heinrich.”
Her red hair swayed along with his footsteps, creating an illusion as if red petals were falling on the ground. He recalled the Loren’s roses that Adrian had mentioned. He had seen roses bloom lavishly in that family. He had been there before, both in the past and quite recently.
He had gone there to apprehend Duke Loren, Emilia’s father and his vassals. When he opened the main gate, the strong scent of roses wafted from the entrance. Petals were carried by the wind, swirling through the air. People were crowded together, cutting beautiful flowers from the lush garden, and amidst them, the vivid red blood was rampant.
He killed those who resisted and spared those who cooperated. The reason he personally led the knights to Duke Loren’s estate was one and only one—he wanted to crush House Loren with his own hands.
However, things didn’t go as planned. The recently established royal family was unstable due to the rebellion, and ‘that contract’ had not yet been concluded. Eventually, to confirm his loyalty, they decided to arrange for Emilia’s, House Loren’s daughter, betrothal to him.
Even if he was not in his right mind, he didn’t expect that woman to be by his side. If only it weren’t for the cunning Lady Luther, he wouldn’t have shared a bed with her.
“Damn the wretched royal family.” he muttered.
His expression seemed indifferent, as if nothing had happened. While he cursed the royal family, he didn’t seem to care about the gazes around him.
As he walked down the corridor, he encountered many nobles, but he didn’t bother to greet them. He got into a carriage to head back to the Heinrich residence. With the conclusion of tonight’s banquet, urgent matters had come to an end, and it was time to return home.
The carriage moved swiftly towards the Heinrich residence. Once the main gate opened, the stark, barren landscape devoid of any flowers greeted him. There was nothing but green trees that filled the Heinrich residence densely, giving it an austere feeling.
As the carriage stopped at the entrance to the estate, he carried Emilia in his arms, disembarking from the carriage. The servants on either side bowed their heads respectfully.
“Duke, have you returned?”
“Today, there’s no need for attendants. Dismiss them.”
“Yes.”
Leaving behind the servants, he headed towards the bedroom with Emilia in his arms. Even as he walked, she didn’t make a sound in his arms.
Upon reaching the bedroom, he gently laid her down and discarded his cravat. He removed his jacket and tossed it to the floor. With slow and deliberate movements, he began unbuttoning his shirt.
His gaze, dark and intense, fell upon the sleeping Emilia.
“I wonder how long you plan to pretend to be asleep.”
Soon, his naked body was revealed. He bent down, sliding his hand deeply beneath her back.
“If that’s your intention, you’ll have to keep your eyes closed until the end.”
With a gentle maneuver, he turned her body over, causing Emilia’s face to be buried in the covers.
‘I can’t open my eyes.’
To be precise, she missed the timing. She was indeed intoxicated and fell asleep, but she woke up the moment she arrived at the mansion and lay on the bed.
The corset laces were clumsy in his hands, but he worked them slowly. Emilia’s heart began to race as she felt the warmth of his body touching hers, confirming that this moment was real and not a dream.
‘Uh!’
It hurt, it hurt.
She wanted to cry out for him to be gentle, but whether it was due to the alcohol, or perhaps because of the persistent gaze that was fixed on her, her eyes wouldn’t easily open.
“Huh.”
She moaned as he tugged again. He paused and looked at the back of Emilia’s head as she lay facing away from him.
“A true gentleman would refrain from touching an inebriated lady, but what if I’m not a gentleman?”
Emilia’s body twitched involuntarily, and she held her breath.
‘You wretched man.’
He tugged at the last remaining corset lace, undoing it. Sensing Emilia’s slight movement, he was quick to catch on. He whispered in her ear.
“As you know, I’m not a gentleman.”
Her legs parted, and he lowered his head between her thighs.
‘You’re, you’re licking a filthy place.’
Emilia gasped, her breath quickening as he opened her folds and her protruding c******s stood out. The force of him sucking and pulling at it left Emilia panting.
With his tongue extended, he licked her c******s, and he reached his hand toward her trembling legs, pushing her thighs apart firmly.
“Ah…!”
She gasped in shock, never expecting a man’s tongue to reach such a place. It was…. dirty.
His tongue didn’t stop, as if teasing, and as her lower abdomen quivered, her breath grew heavy. His tongue moved to focus on a sensitive place. Despite her attempts not to feel, the pleasure enveloping her entire body made Emilia’s chest heave.
Overwhelmed by a different feeling than that day, she couldn’t think rationally. Meanwhile, his tongue slipped into the quivering hole below.
“Uh…”
She involuntarily moaned, startled by her own sound, and her body shivered. He didn’t miss this opportunity and used the pointed tip of his tongue to delve deep into her.
