The Runaway Maid is Loved by the Archmage - Chapter 41
Her gaze trembled.
Lutan placed his hand on her forehead and tucked her short hair behind her ear. Everywhere his touch passed, a refreshing sensation lingered.
“I’m sorry.”
With just those words, he apologized.
Roina wondered. What was he apologizing for?
His fingers burrowed into her hair. She felt his long, elegant fingers supporting the back of her head. Lutan—this man, both cool and warm—lowered his head and kissed her.
The moment his lips overlapped with hers, a tingling sensation, like an electric current running from head to toe, coursed through her. It was the first time she had ever felt this from a kiss.
Soon, a warm, soft tongue slipped between her parted lips. He languidly licked along the seam of her lips once before pushing his tongue deeper inside. Without realizing it, Roina rose onto her toes and clung to the mage. His long hair slid down, cascading over her shoulders.
Slurp—
The moment his tongue brushed against hers, she trembled violently.
The Imperial Crown Prince had rarely kissed her. Even when he did, it was only for a brief, violent moment. More often than not, she ended up bleeding from his biting lips and tongue. The knight’s kisses had been polite and gentle but lacked heat.
But now, as this cold man’s tongue stirred inside her mouth, an involuntary moan escaped her lips—Mmh…—as her toes curled. His kiss was soft, tender, and yet searing. Golden eyes, wide and clear, gazed at her.
She could feel the crisp blue mana flowing into her. The sensation of his energy entering her was unbearably ticklish and intoxicating.
Their tongues entwined, exploring the depths of each other. Because of their difference in build, Roina gradually stepped backward under his weight, knocking over a pile of books. She vaguely registered the sound of books tumbling down, but she couldn’t focus. Nor did the archmage seem to care.
He simply wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer so she wouldn’t fall. Before she knew it, Roina was beneath him. Their bodies overlapped, and she could feel, faintly but unmistakably, the excitement stirring within him. Flushed from the heated kiss alone, she found herself overwhelmed by that realization. For a long time, they explored each other. Then, he licked her lips one last time, sucked them lightly, and finally pulled away.
Thanks to the long kiss, Roina’s lips were slightly swollen, and her eyes were hazy and unfocused. An unbearable sense of loss washed over her. It felt as though something that had once been a part of her had been torn away.
Just as she was struggling with the overwhelming urge to become one with him again, he pulled her into a light embrace and gently patted her head.
“Are you feeling a little better now?”
At his words, she suddenly realized—the dark fog that had clouded her mind had dissipated. Lutan let out a small sigh as he looked at her expression.
Her heart sank. Only now did the full extent of her disgrace become clear to her. She had sought him out in the middle of the night, attempted to kiss him without warning, and, unable to stop there, had wanted to go all the way with him.
“…It seemed like an urgent situation, so I couldn’t explain. I’m sorry.”
As he spoke, he slowly wiped her lips with his thumb. She felt the distinct sensation of his cool fingers pressing against her slightly swollen lips. Roina’s face flushed with shame.
“The miasma inside you was gradually depleting, causing withdrawal symptoms. While constant exposure kept it stable, once it started leaving your body, you instinctively struggled against it.”
After saying this, he once again made a pained expression, as if blaming himself.
“Roina, the miasma inside you was infused through s****l intercourse.”
