If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 82
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“Ugh.”
Agatha’s shoulders jerked up as if the touch of his lips tickled her. When Cain pulled away and looked down, he saw her eyes fluttering closed, unable to find a place to settle her gaze.
Cute. Cain chuckled softly and leaned closer, cradling the back of her neck with his free arm.
“Sir, your arm…”
Noticing that he was using the arm she had told him to keep still, Agatha opened her eyes in surprise. She hurriedly pressed her hands against his chest to push him away, but then she realized that her hands were touching his bare skin.
“Shh. It’s okay.”
She didn’t have a chance to respond. Before Agatha could utter another word, Cain captured her small lips with his own.
Soft. The first thought that crossed Cain’s mind was how soft her lips were. Were a woman’s lips, her body, always this delicate and tender? He closed his eyes as he pressed his lips against hers.
His original plan had been to give her a brief kiss and then release her. But once their lips met, Cain realized that a simple peck wouldn’t suffice.
He began to move his lips gently against hers, occasionally sucking lightly on her lower lip and prodding her closed lips with his tongue. He then started to caress her back soothingly, trying to calm her as she remained frozen in place, not resisting but unsure of how to respond.
“Ah…”
Overwhelmed by rising emotions, Cain tightened his grip on the back of her neck. With a soft gasp, Agatha’s mouth opened slightly, and Cain seized the opportunity. He slipped his tongue between her lips, causing her to inhale sharply in surprise. When her breath caught, she wriggled her shoulders and flailed her arms, as if she was struggling for air.
But Cain was already too engrossed in the kiss. He couldn’t bring himself to let go, even when Agatha began to squirm slightly. If anything, her faint resistance only seemed to fuel his desire further.
Her mouth felt scorching hot. His head was spinning. It was as if he was floating on a cloud. How could a simple kiss make him feel like this? His mind was going blank.
Agatha’s heart pounded loudly in her chest. It felt like her blood was boiling, and she was being pulled into an overwhelming sensation of bliss. She couldn’t control herself.
Cain took Agatha’s wrist and placed her hand on his shoulder. To his surprise, instead of pushing him away, she gently grasped his shoulder, being careful not to touch his wound even as she lost herself in the kiss.
Her small hand couldn’t fully cover his broad shoulder, and her waist was incredibly slender. The scent of her skin was intoxicating, and every part of her, from her hair to her shoulders….seemed to inflame his desire.
Then, Agatha’s breathing changed. She began to move her hand slowly, caressing his shoulder. Wherever her hand touched, it felt like blossoms of fire were blooming.
More. Just a little more. As Agatha started to reciprocate the kiss, Cain abruptly pulled away.
Gasping for breath, Agatha’s chest heaved. Her lips, which had deepened in color from the intensity of the kiss, glistened like the most beautiful flower petals.
This was dangerous. Alarms went off in Cain’s mind. If they continued, he feared he wouldn’t be able to stop. The blush spreading across Agatha’s cheeks only intensified his thirst.
Agatha’s cheeks blushed even more pink. Seeing her becoming full of color made his thirst stronger.
In the end, Cain, still holding her close, lowered his lips to her neck instead of her face. He gently kissed the hollow just below her jawline, where her scent was even more intense than on her face.
He lifted his head and captured her lips again.
Come to think of it, this was their second kiss. The first had been two years ago during their betrothal ceremony. That kiss had been different. In fact, it was a bit different to say that kiss was romantic. It was merely a formality, a public confirmation of their contract marriage.
Today was different. Cain wondered if he had always been a man unable to control his desires, to lose himself in the touch of someone caring for his wounds.
Cain thought for a moment.
He thought back to the countless women who had tried to win his favor, remembering how he had always remained self-controlled.
Despite seeing the knights dragging women into bed to relieve their fatigue after battle, he had never felt even a flicker of curiosity. His self-control had always been unyielding.
So why now?
Just as these thoughts crossed his mind, Agatha’s trembling hand caressed his chest, and his thoughts scattered.
At that moment, no further thinking or words were necessary.
