I Will End My 10-Year Unrequited Love - Chapter 6
Cyrone didn’t remove his lips as he asked again. The slow movement of his tongue against her ear sent a dizzying wave through her. And then, just as Elia’s heart pounded violently, Cyrone yanked at her dress with a sharp tug.
Cyrone roughly lifted one of Elia’s legs. She had to hastily brace herself against the wooden pole. As her body was pulled closer, her legs spread wider, a scream was about to escape her lips.
Through the thin fabric between them, she could feel his hardened length pressing tightly against her.
“Since when could you tell me no?”
“Hah…”
Her breath came out in ragged gasps. Elia bit down hard on her lip, but Cyrone pried it open as if punishing her. The sight of her wet, parted lips made the last shred of Cyrone’s restraint snap.
“Open.”
“Ah… Cyrone.”
He swallowed Elia’s lips in a fierce kiss. Their tongues tangled impatiently. Beneath his pristine uniform, his arousal swelled unbearably.
Cyrone gripped her hair and forced her to her knees. The sight of Elia, disheveled and panting beneath him, was too intoxicating. Too beautiful. So much so that he could never bear to let anyone else see her like this.
“You know what to do, don’t you?”
He tilted Elia’s chin up. The swollen outline of his c**k was intimidating at first look. Elia shook her head frantically, remembering how impossibly full the size was.
“Your Highness… Please, not here— Hah… We can’t.”
Cyrone traced the curve of her ear. His touch sent shivers through her overheated body.
“Not here? So you’re saying we can somewhere else?”
There was amusement in Cyrone’s voice. His Elia was always so stubborn. She said no with her mouth while her body trembled with need.
At that moment, as Cyrone looked down at Elia with a mocking expression, the faint sounds of voices from the edge of the forest reached.
“Your Highness, Your Highness! Where are you!”
The voices of the approaching people grew louder. Cyrone brushed his disheveled hair back in annoyance. It was only then that he noticed Elia’s dress was in disarray.
“The great young lady of the Reiffers family shouldn’t be seen like this.”
Cyrone whispered quietly to Elia as he gently straightened her dress for her.
“Come to the palace. Since you’re begging, I have no choice.”
With a wry smile, Cyrone turned away. Thanks to him leaving first, the people wouldn’t reach this spot.
Only then did Elia exhale a deep, hot breath. Her body was burning with heat. Despite the countless times she had experienced such sensations with Cyrone, it still felt strange and unfamiliar.
“…Huff.”
Elia struggled to hold back the tears threatening to spill. She felt disgusting and miserable for instinctively reacting to his touch.
For the nearly ten years she had loved him, Elia had grown accustomed to swallowing her tears in silence.
* * *
By the time Elia turned twenty, Cyrone was crowned as the Crown Prince, triumphant after securing a final victory on the battlefield. Duke Reiffers and other noble families had opposed his rise, citing the deposed Empress. But they couldn’t erase Cyrone’s remarkable achievements for the Empire.
On the day Cyrone’s army returned, having conquered all the northern kingdoms, a grand celebration was held in honor of both the victory and the formal crowning of the Crown Prince.
It was then that Cyrone was presented with the imperial crown.
“The one who destroyed my country! I will never forgive you!”
Suddenly, a voice came out from the crowd as someone sprang to their feet. It was a member of the royal family from a southern kingdom that Cyrone’s army had conquered years earlier.
At that moment, figures clad entirely in black appeared from somewhere, and arrows began to rain down upon the banquet hall. The calm atmosphere of the gathering was instantly turned into chaos.
“Protect the prince!”
Under the commander’s command, the Empire’s soldiers charged in formation. Poison-tipped arrows flew toward the next Emperor. Cyrone drew the sword at his waist and narrowed his eyes.
The sounds of clashing blades, flying arrows, the crack of a heart torn apart, and the sickening sound of blood spurting into the air filled the space.
“Ahh!”
Panic spread as people screamed and fled. The sounds of people colliding, falling, and screaming filled the air from all directions.
“Cyrone!”
Elia collapsed to the ground, instinctively covering her ears. She trembled uncontrollably as she called his name. Blood, unrecognizable as to whose it was, spilled across Elia’s knees.
“C-Cyrone! Cyrone!”
People around her collapsed, falling in front of her, their blood pooling in the paths. Elia frantically searched for Cyrone through the chaos. Blood from the fallen bodies clung to her face, hands, and dress.
She crawled over the bodies that had fallen, digging through them until she reached the platform.
“Your Highness…!”
And there he was, right in front of her. Cyrone stood there, wielding a sword, plunging it into the necks of the rebels. With every strike, dirty blood splashed into the air.
