Please Kill Me - Chapter 131
Leonid, who had been savoring Yekaterina’s lips for a long while, gradually shifted his focus.
First, he kissed her cheek, then moved to her ear, and next, he trailed his lips down her neck. Taking in her heartbeat, he brushed his nose against her carotid artery, faintly sensing a hint of soap.
It was because she had taken a bath before changing clothes to meet Dmitry. Although Leonid had no way of knowing that.
Yekaterina let out a faint moan as Leonid’s actions brushed against her tender skin.
“Ah, Leonid…”
“Say it. Don’t just call me that.”
“…Isn’t this enough?”
Yekaterina’s voice trembled at the end. She was not ignorant of the nature of intimacy between men and women. She understood what his actions signified.
And what he wanted.
But Leonid remained unaffected.
Continuing to nibble at her neck, he nonchalantly lifted her dress and replied.
“If you don’t like it, push me away.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it…”
“Then?”
“I was just thinking that maybe it’s time to stop…”
“Why? Do you want to stop?”
Leonid chuckled, pulling away from Yekaterina. He then changed his hold, lifting her gently in his arms.
“You were the one who clung to me first yesterday. You said it wasn’t enough.”
“You said it was because I was enchanted by you.”
“That’s right. It seems that’s how it goes when my life is on the line. If that means you will want me, I could just as easily stab my own stomach right now.”
“Leonid, what—”
Seeing Yekaterina’s wide-eyed surprise, Leonid’s gaze narrowed.
“I’m joking.”
He smiled wryly and added.
“So if you don’t want to see anything unpleasant, enjoy it quietly, Yekaterina.”
With those words, Leonid placed a gentle kiss on Yekaterina’s lips and laid her on the bed. Just inches away, he could feel her breath tremble, and a soft whisper followed.
“You don’t dislike it, do you?”
Yekaterina could not respond to that. As if he knew her feelings perfectly, Leonid grinned and positioned himself between her legs.
As he lifted her skirt to reveal the tender skin of her thighs, Yekaterina’s body shivered lightly on the bed. Her flushed face struggled to stifle her moans, looking intensely e****c.
Looking at her, Leonid felt something churning deep in his lower abdomen. No matter how many kisses he placed or how tightly he held her, his desire was never fully satisfied.
Each time his hands caressed her body, a sound like a violin string breaking seemed to escape. If the woman on the bed were an instrument, he was destroying it.
To be useful, an instrument should produce well-tuned sounds, but all he created were sporadic, irregular, and irresistible notes.
As every string broke, his desire finally invaded her.
Their names crossed in the air, their gazes locked.
Yekaterina could read the intense passion in Leonid’s golden eyes, and she knew how desperately he wanted her.
“…Yekaterina.”
Leonid whispered her name pleadingly, kissing and caressing her repeatedly.
His touch, which had already made her body warm and pliant, was imbued with a strange desire. This was not just in his touch but also in his gaze, which observed her tearful eyes and flushed face, and in the gentle kisses that seemed to caress her like a child.
Indeed, Leonid was experiencing a literal blindness brought on by his desire.
No one would know how beautiful this ruined face was. Every time she tightened her grip on his shoulder, leaving long lines from her clipped nails, it sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.
The pounding heartbeat beyond their connected abdomens mixed with their heated breaths, making his ears buzz. At that moment, he wanted to bite into that heartbeat and see her eyes, which had briefly filled with tears, become fully soaked with them.
If, after all this, she would only see him and cry out only for him.
‘I’m going mad.’
Just imagining it made his lower abdomen ache. Leonid knew it was his own violent nature causing this.
Yekaterina should have rejected him long ago. Before he could feel the depths of her soul or realize that he could never let her go.
Leonid’s fingers interlaced with Yekaterina and tightly gripped her hand.
“Ha… Yekaterina.”
Yekaterina, Yekaterina… His lips repeated her name as they brushed against her pale skin. Her body, now covered with several red marks, clung to Leonid as she surrendered to pleasure.
His hold on her tightened.
If he was going to destroy the instrument, then it should only produce sound from his own hands. He didn’t want even the twisted notes to reach anyone else’s ears.
His promise to stab his own belly if she desired him was sincere. It didn’t have to be as intense as the night before. If she simply surrendered herself to him now, that was enough.
As long as she remained by his side, everything else would be his responsibility.
Leonid placed a gentle kiss on Yekaterina’s forehead as she lay in his arms, her body still basking in the afterglow of pleasure.
The night was long, and Leonid was confident in his stamina.
He had no intention of ever letting Yekaterina go.
