The Reward for Saving The World is a Husband - Chapter 40
That’s why he felt relieved.
Wasn’t he the same? Despite her unknown origins, her mysterious background, and unclear identity, he couldn’t help but crave her.
Had he ever acted this impulsively or emotionally before in his life?
Living a life where losing focus could cost him his life had been exhausting. There were many moments when he had wanted to give up on everything.
But now, for the first time, he found himself able to let go of calculations. It was a sense of liberation completely different from helpless surrender.
He pushed aside the burdens he carried and the obligations of life to follow his immediate desires.
Her soft, pink hair brushed against the back of his hand, tickling him like a capricious spring breeze. As his fingers buried themselves deeper into it, he felt the small, round shape of her head.
Sliding his hand down, he could trace her long, graceful neck, like that of a deer, and further down, he could feel the pronounced vertebrae of her spine.
Her body, tense and trembling as it struggled to accept him, ignited a mix of possessiveness and sadism within him.
His hesitant hand traced the curve of her lower back, then swiftly lifted her by the hips, pulling her closer to his pelvis as he slowly began to walk forward.
He kissed not just her lips but also her nose, eyelids, cheeks, and then down along her jawline.
As he knelt on the bed, he bit down on the exposed collarbone visible through her open robe, gently nibbling with his teeth.
“Elias…”
Her voice, soft and whisper-like, was mixed with heavy breathing.
“Mmm… it tickles…”
Though she tensed up, she didn’t ask him to stop. Instead, she parted her lips slightly and looked at him with a heated gaze that seemed to enjoy the moment.
As Elias’s eyes roamed over her face, he asked, almost as if seeking confirmation:
“Can I keep going?”
For a brief moment, a puzzled expression crossed her face, as if she wasn’t sure what he was referring to. But in the end, she nodded.
“Alright.”
Waiting for her permission, his hand, which had been lingering near her waist, grabbed the knot of her robe and tugged it loose.
As the fabric fell open, revealing her white body, covered only by her undergarments, Elias stared at her with intense focus.
The silhouette that had refused to leave his thoughts for days—once just a shadow visible behind wet fabric, driving his imagination wild—was now laid bare before him.
She was far more enchanting and sensual than anything he had ever imagined.
It seemed that the priest’s treatment had been perfect, as there were no scars left on her now-unwrapped body.
After a moment of relief, an unexpected feeling of hesitation took its place.
‘Can I… really touch her?’
Her body, which had already appeared fragile, seemed even paler and more delicate than he had anticipated.
He cautiously lowered his hand, tracing the smooth curve of her neckline, along the line of her cleavage. He could feel her pulse, light and quick, tap, tap, beneath his fingertips. A part of him wanted to withdraw, while another part wanted to grip her tightly in his hands, both feelings clashing within him.
So instead, he clenched his fist and placed it beside her face as he bent down.
Burying his lips and nose in the space between her neck and shoulder, Elias noticed something familiar—her skin carried his scent.
Of course, it made sense. She had slept in his bed and bathed in his tub.
Still, he couldn’t understand why such a simple realization brought him such pleasure.
‘So this is what they mean by needing someone to warm your bed.’
Elias thought he was beginning to understand the source of the anxiety that had plagued him during his time in the capital.
He wanted to mark her even more with his scent, making it clear to anyone that she belonged to him.
‘And to do that, tonight…’
