The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - chapter 7
Before she could finish speaking, Aidan cupped her cheek with one hand and leaned in. Her plump cheeks were pressed, causing her lips to part naturally.
Before she could even realize what was happening, Aidan’s lips touched hers.
“Hngh…!”
His hot tongue forcefully invaded Floría’s mouth, which had opened in search of oxygen.
A kiss.
She had exchanged light cheek kisses with acquaintances before, but never like this. Tongue met tongue. Not only that, but the tip of his tongue burrowed deep, stirring the soft membranes inside, making her mind go blank. It was dizzying and electrifying.
Like a predator devouring its prey, he came at her roughly.
Terrifying.
She struggled to escape, but he didn’t let go.
A sensation she had never felt before brushed down her spine. She was gasping for air. Panic surged through her, and she pushed against his chest with her palms. Unlike her own soft hands, his muscles were terrifyingly firm. It felt like trying to push away a massive tree.
Just as she had heard—he truly wasn’t human.
“Hah… Haah…”
“……”
“Y-Your Grace…”
She had managed to push against Aidan’s chest and separate from him, but a strange sensation tingled through her entire body from her wet lips. Just moments ago, her lips had been dry and tense with nerves, but now they were slick with his saliva, glistening.
Aidan wiped her lips with his hand, pressing against their softness. Seeing this, he smirked.
“Fascinating. It feels like you’d break apart with just a little more pressure.”
His large hand traced the delicate curve of her neck before gripping her shoulder firmly. It didn’t hurt, but the fear welling up inside her made her breath hitch. She could do nothing but stare at his face.
His black eyes gleamed at a dangerously close distance, making her vision blur.
“I never knew women were such fragile creatures.”
A hand that had undoubtedly been stained with the blood of many could easily crush anything in its grasp.
“And I never knew you would drive me this insane.”
Like a starving beast, Aidan pounced on her once more.
As if searching for the sweetest nectar, his thick tongue hungrily licked inside her mouth.
Whenever their lips parted for a moment, he would stare at them before swallowing hard. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down—a stark contrast to her own.
Whether it was thirst or something else, he greedily sucked up all the saliva pooling inside her mouth.
A light flickered in his eyes, something beyond that of a mere human, sending chills down her spine. Even as he kissed her roughly, his large hand slid downward, grabbing the hem of her skirt.
His fingers, calloused and rough, slipped under her voluminous petticoat and brushed against her bare leg.
“N-Your Grace… No, A-Aidan…?”
Floría, too innocent to even know how to properly address her husband, stammered in confusion.
While she hesitated, unsure of what was right, his hand unhesitatingly climbed up to her knee, caressing it.
“Call me however you wish. No one calls me by my name anymore… but hearing it from your lips isn’t so bad.”
His hand boldly pushed further in. She didn’t even have time to react to the sudden invasion.
Every time his large hand teased the skin of her knee, an unfamiliar sensation coursed through her. It was different from the kiss. A tingling heat traveled up her thighs, pooling deep in her lower abdomen. It felt tight, almost painful…
Instinctively, she wanted to close her legs and escape.
“You can’t touch me there.”
Under her skirt—this was a place even her maids never touched. But now, a man’s rough fingers were exploring it, leaving her breathless and utterly lost.
“It’s fine. It’s allowed.”
His voice was firm.
“From now on… you are mine. I can do whatever I please.”
At his words, Floría blinked in shock.
Only then did her mother’s words from the night before she left come back to her.
“Floría.”
“Yes, Mother?”
“When you arrive at the Duchy of Sief and meet the Grand Duke, surrender yourself to him completely.”
“……”
