The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 63
He’s going to devour me.
The primal fear of being utterly consumed took hold of her. Yet, at the same time, her heart pounded with inexplicable anticipation. The Omega in her feared the Alpha’s looming desire, but also craved it with equal intensity.
As her excitement escalated, her entire body trembled. She wanted to flee from his predatory gaze that seemed ready to swallow her whole, but another part of her longed to reach out to him, trapped in a tangled web of contradictory impulses. Her mind spun in chaos, red warning lights flashing in her head, yet offering no real escape.
“Marquis… please, a-ah…”
She wanted to urge him to regain control, but all she could manage was a whimper, drowning in the flood of his overpowering pheromones.
This couldn’t be what he truly wanted. Just as she was overwhelmed by the pheromones, so too was he ensnared by them, forgetting his own nature as a germaphobe and his aversion to Omegas. He looked like a man who had lost all reason.
His hand moved from caressing her cheek to sliding down her neck, slipping beneath the robe she wore over her nightgown. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through her, even through the thin fabric.
Not satisfied with just touching her through the nightgown, he grabbed the hem of her skirt and swiftly pulled it up, the fabric gathering above her waist in an instant.
As her nightgown was pulled over her head, leaving her bare, Johanna’s fleeting moment of clarity returned. She opened her mouth to protest, to stop him, but before she could form the words, they were swallowed by his mouth.
“Mm…!”
A hot tongue, as searing as the man’s body heat, invaded her mouth. Johanna, frozen in shock, was gently consumed by him, melting under his touch. His tongue traced along her teeth, meticulously exploring the delicate inner lining of her mouth, before seeking out hers to intertwine. The wet sounds of their mingled saliva filled the room. His hands caressed her slender, limp body, which had no strength left to resist.
Her heart pounded fiercely, on the verge of bursting. Her head swam, thoughts utterly scattered. She couldn’t believe that she was this intimately connected with him. It felt like a dream, one that could shatter at any moment, sending her crashing back to reality.
“Mm… hngh… ngh…”
Their lips parted with wet sounds, their tongues tangled as pheromones mixed with saliva seeped into one another. Despite the rising tide of arousal, she felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment and calm.
This was what happened when an Alpha claimed an Omega, and vice versa. Though her clarity slowly returned, she didn’t want to push him away. She wanted to be closer, to breathe him in, to immerse herself in his scent and pheromones.
Leonid’s hand gently kneaded her b****t, then gave a light pinch to its peak. An unfamiliar sensation shot up to the top of her head, causing Johanna to flinch in surprise. He responded by sucking on her lips with a slight sting, then began to lower his head slowly. Like a connoisseur savoring a rare delicacy, he nipped and licked her neck before reaching her chest.
Opening his mouth wide, he took her b****t in all at once, his teeth grazing the tender skin. He swirled his tongue around the hardened peak, treating it like candy, nibbling lightly before sucking hard.
Every time the unfamiliar sensation struck her, Johanna shuddered, unable to endure it. She couldn’t believe that the man she had once quietly adored was now completely losing control, forgetting even his obsessive cleanliness, and devouring her like this.
“Mmnh… ahh… ngh…”
The man gripped her slender waist with both hands, burying his nose and lips near her navel as he took deep breaths, inhaling all the sweet pheromones that flowed freely from her.
The room was filled with their pheromones, swirling together like a chaotic sky painted in oils, creating an atmosphere that made Johanna feel an overwhelming sense of comfort, as if she were in a nest.
Even Leonid seemed to be calming down, his breath, which had been heavy with desire, gradually evening out.
As he buried his face in her lower abdomen and steadied his breathing, he slowly opened his eyes. When he lifted his upper body to look down at her, there was a strange glint in his gaze.
“…..”
A long silence followed. He looked down at her, now completely exposed, disheveled, and panting heavily, with a gaze that was frighteningly calm.
There was no doubt—his reason had returned.
Johanna sensed what was about to unfold and trembled with fear. Her heart, which had been swelling with a false sense of fulfillment, plummeted into an abyss.
Leonid, who had been glaring at her with a murderous intensity, slowly withdrew. He rose to his feet, stepping away from the sofa, and raked his hands through his hair in frustration. When he spoke, his voice was laced with anger.
“Damn it, why did I…”
His self-loathing mirrored Johanna’s own, though the source and shape of their emotions were different. For Leonid, it was shame, while for Johanna, it was despair.
Tears welled up in her teal eyes, trailing down her temples. She hastily wiped them away, her trembling hands groping around the sofa for her discarded nightgown.
