If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 84
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As Cain’s lips trailed down her neck, Agatha felt a shiver run through her. She couldn’t move; her breathing quickened, and her face felt like it was going to burst while her arms were pinned by him and his head rested on her chest.
The more he kissed her neck, the faster her breath became. When it felt like she could take no more, Cain pulled off her dress, exposing her upper body completely.
“Sir!”
Startled, Agatha moved her hands to cover herself. It was only possible because Cain had moved his hands from her arms, but by then, his blue eyes had already taken in every detail of her exposed skin.
“You are beautiful… Agatha.”
His deep blue eyes darkened as he admired her. After a brief pause, Cain resumed his movements.
Each time his lips brushed against her bare skin, her fingers curled involuntarily. When his hot tongue grazed her skin, Agatha found herself forgetting to breathe.
Her chest heaved, and her back arched. Trapped under Cain’s body, she was intoxicated by the sensations he elicited. Her heart felt like it was going to burst. The sound of lips touching and leaving her skin sent tingles through her ears. She wanted to turn her head, to move her pinned arms and hug his head.
How long had she held her breath and bitten her lip? It was only when she heard Cain’s languid voice saying, ‘Breathe, Agatha,’ as he kissed her neck that she realized she had been holding her breath.
“Ah…”
She exhaled slowly, her back returning to its original position. Though her chest still heaved, being pinned down by Cain limited her movements.
Cain slowly lifted his head.
“You have a mark on your beautiful skin.”
He was referring to a whip mark that ran from her waist to her back. As she shifted her body to breathe easier, the mark had caught his eye.
Agatha had never noticed the large scar on her back; it was a mark left by Stella’s whip. It was only after hearing Liana’s upset comments about the blemish on her otherwise beautiful body that Agatha realized she had scars.
When he saw the scar, Cain’s expression darkened fiercely. Anger seemed to ignite within him. Trapped under him, Agatha felt utterly helpless, embarrassed to have her scarred body exposed.
As she tried to pull her dress back up to cover herself, Cain gently turned her over and began to kiss down her back, his lips tenderly touching each scar.
Taken aback, Agatha clutched the bed sheets tightly.
There was no need for such an intense reaction. Cain thought to himself as he kissed her back.
He steadied his breathing and pulled her waist closer. Her waist was so slim it could be encircled with just one hand, bringing her unique, soothing scent closer to him—so different from the overpowering perfumes that other noblewomen drenched themselves in.
Agatha’s scent was comforting and uniquely hers.
He wanted to hide in her embrace and forget everything—the past, the present, and the future. Despite the many duties and the heavy responsibilities that were expected of him, and the truths from the past he was obliged to uncover.
He sometimes felt suffocated by the fear of it all.
He wanted to escape from all that plagued him, but remembering the many eyes that awaited his return, he couldn’t bring himself to do so.
It felt as if he was shackled by chains that could never be broken by himself alone. For the two years since he had left the mansion, Cain had been tormented by this shapeless pressure.
Meeting Agatha after two years seemed to momentarily relieve Cain of his burdens. Seeing her clear face allowed him to forget the complex thoughts and responsibilities crowding his mind.
Could she lighten the emotional load he carried? While he hoped so, part of him did not want to share the weight he had to bear with her. Such was the contradiction he faced.
Cain stopped thinking further. As he completely removed her dress, breathing in her sweet scent, he chided himself for his thoughts.
* * *
Someone was tickling her face. Agatha sighed in her sleep and turned over as gentle touches brushed her cheeks. Soft strokes tamed her tangled hair, soothing her.
Feeling good, a faint smile flickered across Agatha’s lips before fading away.
She had slept deeply for the first time in a while. She was usually haunted by nightmares of her father’s death and watching loved ones leave her. Tonight, her dreams had been pleasant.
Would it feel like this if her parents returned to life? Aware she was dreaming, Agatha did not want to wake up.
How long she dreamed, she couldn’t tell. She felt warmth against her cheek, a comforting heat that relaxed her. Instinctively, she snuggled closer to the source of warmth.
Something seemed to cover her, warming her body entirely, and it seemed to carry a pleasant scent as well.
