No Such Thing as a Chaste Man! Just Give It Ten Tries! - Chapter 23
III.
The priest, whose lips often murmured prayers, now pulled Seo-ah’s lips into his own. He savored their softness, sucking deeply before pressing harder to envelop both of her lips completely. Their heads tilted in sync, and his fine, silken silver hair cascaded over her like a curtain.
Within that silver veil, his tear-soaked eyes gleamed like a deep and sorrowful ocean.
Ephelinus was kissing her. Not to neutralize the effects of the sedative, but simply to taste her once more, to claim her lips.
Though Seo-ah couldn’t fathom what had had flipped the switch of the man who had drawn clear, gentle boundaries over the past months, she closed her eyes with joy. Tears of pent-up frustration cooled and spilled down her cheeks.
The second kiss was sweet.
“Haah, mmm…”
His tongue invaded her mouth with startling swiftness, navigating her small space as though it were already familiar, as though he had already memorized its structure during their previous encounter.
The once-immaculate tongue that had only recited scripture now eagerly explored the intimate contours of another’s mouth.
Even though there was no longer any need to extract anything sinister from her mouth, his tongue roamed unrestrained. It swept across her soft palate and teased the tender frenulum beneath her tongue, gathering what lingered and swallowing it greedily.
Then, wrapping around her tongue, he pulled it into his own mouth with a powerful suction. The sudden pull tightened Seo-ah’s throat reflexively, but before she could panic, his tongue withdrew, soothing the roof of her mouth with gentle strokes.
The soft, comforting touch seemed to say it was all right, that he meant no harm. As she relaxed, he shifted and sealed her lips entirely, locking her into the kiss.
From the sealed connection, their mingled saliva dripped down, breaking free through the corners of their joined mouths. The careful lipstick meticulously applied by Istel’s maids to withstand even the mildest disruption was now smeared beyond repair, its edges long since blurred by his consuming hunger.
Seo-ah could hardly think amidst the onslaught of sensations. Every breath was stolen, only to be returned at his discretion. Her mind grew foggy under his relentless control, unable to focus on anything but the rhythm of his dominance.
It was the first time she had felt so utterly powerless since coming to Genève.
And yet, the sensation of being swept away by his commanding tide… wasn’t unpleasant.
She barely had time to process the shock of his consuming her lips—it passed in an instant, replaced by an overwhelming sense of trust.
Or perhaps, it was the joy of being the object of his desire.
Her entire body felt weightless, floating as though she were suspended in midair. Despite her shoulders and waist being firmly bound in his strong arms, Seo-ah felt as if she were drifting in zero gravity, tethered only by his lips on hers. The anchor grounding her to him was the same as the force that had summoned her to this world.
Seo-ah… Seo-ah…
Each time he tilted his head, never breaking their kiss, her name spilled from his lips like a broken sigh. Though his breath fell onto her mouth, it felt as though it soaked into her ears, setting every fine hair on her skin tingling.
The sharp tension that had bristled in her nerve endings only moments ago had long since dulled under the influence of his uneven breaths and tender kisses. With nothing left to focus on but deepening their connection, Seo-ah moved her arms, bound by his embrace, and pulled him closer by his waist.
Their bodies, already pressed tightly together, seemed to fuse even further. Only the layers of their clothing prevented their silhouettes from fully melding.
If there was anything unfamiliar pressing against her, it was only one thing.
Just as her arms tightened around him, his thigh brushed against her hipbone and lower abdomen, where something hard pressed insistently.
There was no time to marvel at the fact that the rumors seemed true, that his endowment was indeed impressive, or that he was clearly not impotent as she had jokingly speculated with friends.
The issue was the sheer intensity of his arousal. Even through their layered garments, his reaction was glaringly evident, too severe to ignore. His embrace tightened as though to keep her bound to him, and his kisses grew more aggressive, as if determined to devour her entirely.
Her spine arched so sharply under his weight that she was nearly bent backward. If she hadn’t been accustomed to controlling her body, she might have toppled over completely.
His forceful passion was heavy, almost overwhelming. While Seo-ah was thrilled to finally witness his unrestrained desire, a flicker of worry crept into her mind.
Could Lord Livo’s wine have been drugged after all?
If so, wouldn’t that make her complicit in unfairly taking advantage of the pureness of his heart?
