I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 87
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Emilia wanted to break the tense silence. She had to.
The moment he lifted his head, she feared being devoured by those fiery eyes.
“Don’t hold me as you please. I didn’t permit you.”
Emilia asserted her stance more firmly. Yet, when she encountered those passionate eyes as he looked up at her, her legs weakened.
There was no escape. If he kissed her, she would unwittingly open her mouth and accept him.
A turmoil of confusion flashed through those hate-filled eyes. Was he experiencing a similar turmoil of emotions as she was?
Or were they simply like animals in heat, undoubtedly driven by primal urges?
“What conversation did you have with the king?”
“I said nothing. It was a needless conversation, already erased from my mind.”
Mikhail sighed shortly.
“Sometimes I think… if only I had killed you back then. If I hadn’t married you to demonstrate my loyalty to the king…”
His large hand caressed her ear, tracing the curves until it teasingly touched the lobe and abruptly stopped.
“…what would have happened.”
“….Nothing would have changed. We were never meant to be together forever anyway.”
They grew up always looking elsewhere. It was faith, it was conviction. Now, to abandon a lifetime of belief was unthinkable.
They met amidst screams and cries, destined from the start to draw swords against each other. What could they possibly expect from such a beginning?
He held her waist tightly, not letting go. The prolonged tension caused Emilia’s back to ache.
“But what angers me is…”
He trailed off. The gentle touch on her ear resumed.
“Stop it.”
Mikhail smiled, lifting the corners of his lips in an enigmatic grin.
“I can’t understand why this rage doesn’t subside.”
“Our hatred for each other must be too profound.”
“If only we could just ignore it. If we could simply remove each other from our sight, we’d both be at peace.”
His gaze sank into an abyss. It sounded as if he was speaking to himself rather than to her.
“The king will torment until he gets what he desires. Emilia, do you intend to crawl into his bedroom and submit?”
“I can’t bear to listen anymore. Please stop.”
Emilia struggled to get away. As she did, a hand caught her, and she found herself immobilized, like a prisoner bound against the wall.
His eyes shone fiercely.
“I asked what we are to each other.”
He quickly covered her lips with his. In the steam-filled bathroom, her clothes soaked through, their lips clung together persistently.
His hot tongue explored her mouth relentlessly, the intensity of the kiss was so overpowering that Emilia’s eyes widened in shock.
He kept his eyes open, staring at her without blinking.
Breath she couldn’t swallow escaped in gasps. Their tongues entwined, saliva mixing.
The heat was almost unbearable. He sucked her tongue forcefully, tilting his head to delve deeper.
“Ah, hh…”
He released the hand he had been holding, and a sense of liberation returned to Emilia’s clouded mind.
But before she could react, he lifted her by the knees and pressed her against the wall. Their lips met hungrily, saliva leaking from the corners of their mouths.
The tip of his tongue traced her teeth and brushed the tender lining of her mouth.
Emilia felt as though her entire body was being drawn into him. Their gazes remained intense and locked on each other.
Mikhail gripped her behind as if branding her. Holding her tightly to ensure she couldn’t escape, they kissed fervently for a long time.
Her lips swelled painfully from the intense kissing. Emilia gasped for breath, clinging to his shoulders to keep herself from falling.
Suddenly, his fingers that were gripping her behind spread the cheeks and slipped inside her underwear.
“Stop, please.”
He repeatedly grabbed and released her round b******s as if kneading them.
With his body between her widely spread legs, every time he massaged her b******s, the folds parted and pressed together inside her underwear.
“Ahhh.”
Even without direct contact, her body heated up rapidly in the steam-filled bathroom, their skin dampening.
Mikhail buried his nose into the nape of her neck and inhaled deeply. The sweet scent of her skin mingled with the deep aroma of roses invaded his senses.
Yes, this scent drove him crazy. The scent seemed to follow him wherever he went. The scent was so strong that it created the illusion that she was always near when he turned her head.
“What are we to each other?”
Mikhail murmured with a low laugh. His fingers that had previously pried her b******s apart, now rested atop her dampened underwear.
Mikhail secured her from falling, pinning her down with one arm. Emilia’s face flushed with the realization of her spreading her legs wide.
What was she doing in the bathroom with him now?
