The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 18
Because the Grand Duke trampled on me.
Floria recalled that day, but couldn’t bring herself to continue. Then, as if he could see right through her, he spoke up.
“Was it because I devoured you so roughly? Because I sucked on your lips too much?”
Instead of answering, Floria blushed. She wanted to turn her head, but he was cupping her face with his hand, leaving her unable to move.
A piercingly sharp gaze rained down on her.
“You’re delicate and beautiful. That’s why…”
He sighed softly as he continued.
“I want to protect you, but I also want to break you.”
Aidan once again cupped her cheek. Pressed by his fingers, her lips parted naturally. The tender flesh glistened as it shimmered softly. He stared into the inside of her mouth as if delighted, then slipped his tongue in between her lips.
“Hngh······!”
Unlike before, he didn’t use any force, so his soft flesh easily slid inside. Cautiously, gently, it tangled with Floria’s tongue.
Much more tender than that night—the movement of his tongue was languid, unlike their first night together when everything had been hurried and rough.
A tingling sensation still coursed down her spine. Even though she wasn’t hungry, saliva pooled in Floria’s mouth, which had been dry until a moment ago. A chill ran down under her jaw, and since she didn’t know how to swallow it properly, the saliva collected and clung to her lips.
Over and over, the two of them kissed.
Smooch, smooch, smooch. Each time their lips touched, a deep breath escaped.
“Haa······.”
It was just a kiss, and yet—what in the world was he doing to her lips?
The same sensation from when he touched her down there before began to stir again between Floria’s thighs. A damp, heated desire welled up.
It tickles, I want him to scratch it.
Her heart pounded as the memory of that night’s lovemaking resurfaced.
The first time, she hadn’t even understood why he was kissing her and had only flinched in fear. But now, she knew what would follow.
That’s why it scared her—but the anticipation that rose between her legs couldn’t be hidden.
Excitement overtook fear.
“Haa······.”
After thoroughly savoring even the innermost, tender flesh, he slowly pulled his lips away.
Floria, exhaling deeply, unconsciously tried to follow him. Her body leaned forward on its own.
Was the kiss… over?
It was a relief, yet also disappointing.
Unlike when he touched between her legs, kisses felt good.
But contrary to what Floria thought, Aidan didn’t stop today.
The lips that had just been teasing her slowly descended and brushed along the exposed line of Floria’s neck.
A soft sensation trickled down the delicate line where her neck met her shoulder.
“Ahh······.”
What is this.
It felt different from kissing.
If what she felt when he kissed her or entered her was a sharper, more distinct kind of pleasure, then what he was giving her now was a subtler kind of delight.
But Floria, who had already come to know that sharper sensation, found it all the more tantalizing.
“Ha······ ha······.”
A ragged moan leaked out from between her tightly clenched teeth. Her shoulders flinched on their own.
His breath, exhaled through his nose, flowed down her skin.
Like a predator catching the scent of its prey, like a lion about to sink its sharp teeth into her flesh, he traced the line of her neck with the bridge of his nose.
“Haa······.”
His deep sigh flowed down from Floria’s neckline to below her chest.
Their first night together, she had still been wearing her dress.
But today, waiting for him, she had worn a thin silk nightgown.
The gown exposed the full curves of her ample b*****s, and he greedily devoured them with his eyes.
“That day, you collapsed before I could even take your clothes off.”
The man’s palm rested atop her chest.
Unlike her slender body, her large b*****s completely filled his hand.
“Soft… and stimulating.”
He firmly squeezed her b****t, then released it.
Even though he didn’t use much strength, it left her breathless.
He touched them like it was his first time seeing them, then naturally slipped his hand through the opening of the loosely worn nightgown.
His rough fingers ran across her soft flesh.
