Please Kill Me - Chapter 117
Leonid’s voice came out rough, like it was scraping his throat. It sounded like the growl of a beast or something being forcibly suppressed.
Yekaterina wanted to ask what he was holding back, but she didn’t get the chance.
Because in the next moment, Leonid kissed her.
* * *
Her first impression of the kiss was.
‘It’s hot.’
In a literal sense.
Leonid’s body had felt so warm when she touched it, so it was no surprise that his mouth was equally scorching, if not more so.
‘I feel like I’m melting.’
Every point of contact felt like burning. The wet, smacking sounds of their lips, his nose brushing against hers, the rough breaths on her cheek, and the hand gripping her arm.
It felt like his heat was transferring directly to her.
Her heart pounded.
With each intimate caress inside their mouths, a thrill reverberated through her, stirring a heat deep within her lungs. She easily succumbed to these provocations.
The kiss was sweet, irresistibly so that she couldn’t just finish it in one go.
What started as Leonid’s initiation quickly turned into Yekaterina begging for more. She couldn’t get enough of this intoxicating act.
She hadn’t known that something so simple could be so stimulating and sweet.
Maybe Leonid really was like the forbidden fruit. How else could a mere kiss heat her up like this?
Each time their lips parted, she let out a sigh of frustration. Yet, Leonid didn’t seem inclined to indulge her desires. He frowned and pushed her away.
“Haa….Enough. You’re enchanted.”
Enchanted? By what?
She wondered, but her lips said something different.
“I don’t care.”
“I do care.”
At his words, Yekaterina’s lips turned down. It was clear she was showing her dissatisfaction.
But Leonid remained resolute.
“That expression won’t change my mind. If you were in your right mind, maybe, but—”
“I am in my right mind.”
“Yeah, right… Ugh.”
Leonid muttered, running a frustrated hand through his hair as he tried to move away.
But unfortunately for him, he was still an injured man.
He took a step, only to stumble awkwardly and lose his balance, unfortunately falling right onto Yekaterina.
Their hearts pounded loudly, the sound filling the space between them—Leonid’s heart.
“…Damn it.”
The man cursed, knowing his rapid heartbeat had given him away.
Yekaterina cupped his face with her hands.
Soon, the shadows of the two intertwined figures fell to the ground.
* * *
Sometime later, inside the cave where a fire crackled, there was one who slept and one who couldn’t.
‘So it ended up like this.’
Leonid thought, looking down at the sleeping Yekaterina with a troubled expression. She looked more exhausted than ever.
Whether it was due to what happened today or their contact, one thing was certain: it was Leonid’s responsibility either way.
‘Damn it.’
The memory of earlier made his breath catch and his face heat up. Leonid ran a hand over his face.
After succumbing to his desires, they had kissed several times. Yet, Yekaterina always seemed unsatisfied. It was unusual given her usual indifference.
The real issue was that Leonid, knowing how unusual the situation was, had almost succumbed to it.
Yekaterina’s allure was more potent than he had anticipated.
Her beautiful face, slightly swollen lips from their kisses, flushed cheeks, and relaxed eyes were intoxicating. But the most challenging thing was her voice.
— Leonid…
Normally so dry, her voice had become seductively soft, drawing him in with each lingering note. Whether she meant to or not, the way she stretched out her words was almost unbearable.
Was he really losing his mind?
— Are you… holding my life in your hands?
The moment he heard those words, his heart sank. He couldn’t handle her innocent gaze piercing him.
If Yekaterina had known how her words tightened his heart, she would never have asked such a question.
Leonid knew exactly what this feeling was called in the eyes of the world. But he desperately wanted to deny it. If nothing had happened between them, he would have firmly rejected the feeling and quickly forgotten about it.
But Yekaterina had looked into his eyes and enticed him.
‘I should have resisted.’
A sense of self-reproach crossed his face as he gazed down at Yekaterina. Even as he was drawn helplessly into her temptation, he could never blame her.
How could he?
It was all Leonid’s fault that she had become this way.
