The Runaway Maid is Loved by the Archmage - Chapter 45
Roina swallowed unconsciously, her throat tightening with tension. Even though she knew this was nothing more than a pure act of healing, born from his goodwill, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. The headache that had tormented her just moments ago had completely cleared.
“It is true that I have inherited the knowledge of the Great Archmage, but I am not the same as my predecessors. Please remember that, Roina.”
As he spoke, he once again lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers. His long hair cascaded over her shoulders once more.
She hadn’t even managed to steady her breath from the last kiss, but this time, Lutan was more urgent, leaving her utterly dazed. Any lingering thoughts of the man she had seen in her vision vanished entirely.
His desperate tongue coiled around hers, twisting from the root. Before she could even react, it slid up to stroke her palate and wrapped around the tip of her tongue again. As he kissed her, he tilted his head differently than before, deepening the exploration.
His mana flowed into her, mingling with hers, sending a sharp, electrifying sensation down her spine. The thought that they were becoming one only heightened the rush of emotions welling inside her.
They remained locked in a deep kiss for a long time before finally parting. Lutan gazed at her intently.
“…I apologize.”
“N-No… It’s… It’s fine.”
Even as she spoke, Lutan kept her firmly caged between his arms like an unyielding statue. His presence, so close, made her keenly aware of the stark contrast between his refined, intelligent aura and the tightly woven muscles now pressing against her.
And as their bodies grew ever closer through the kiss, she could no longer ignore the undeniable proof of his arousal. Though he hadn’t deliberately pressed against her, his hardened length brushed against her lower abdomen.
Roina’s face turned scarlet. It was thick and heavy—far larger than anything she had ever encountered.
“Do you even understand what you’re nodding to?”
His voice had dropped to a deep, husky register.
By now, even Roina, who had convinced herself that this was just a healing act, could no longer ignore the truth.
This was raw, unfiltered desire. A man’s carnal hunger laid bare.
Flushed crimson, she gave a small nod.
“…I.”
The Great Archmage bit his lower lip, his expression unreadable—almost as if he were angry.
“What do you think I’m about to do for you to agree so easily?”
His lips hovered at the shell of her ear, his voice thick with lust, dripping with sensuality.
Perhaps it was because his lips faintly brushed against her ear as he spoke—but the way his voice rumbled so close sent a shiver through her.
Roina wrapped her arms around the Great Archmage’s neck and kissed him first. Lutan did not reject her; instead, he lifted her into his embrace. The finely woven muscles she had felt earlier were no illusion—he picked her up with effortless ease.
“It’s not quite the midnight we promised.”
Lutan carefully carried her over and laid her down on the couch in one corner of the laboratory. His usually cool gaze now burned with a heat that was directed solely at her.
“But I think this will do.”
Roina felt herself ignite in the overwhelming passion. It was as if she had found the half of herself she had lost long ago, as if a lifelong yearning had finally been fulfilled. The unbearable, overflowing desire within her burst forth in an instant. She could only cling to the Great Archmage’s collar, unable to do anything else.
The Great Archmage kissed her again, with utmost tenderness—on her forehead, on her ear, and lightly along her neck. Then, with careful hands, he untied the ribbon fastening her dress. His touch glided over her waist, and then skimmed along the smooth skin beneath her garments.
As his delicate and elegant fingers trailed over her, Roina shuddered. His hands were cool, yet his touch was warm—an inexplicable contradiction. The moment his cool fingers slipped beneath her clothes and brushed over her chest, a wave of rapture shivered through her. She had never felt such breathless, deep-seated trembling before. In front of him, she already felt as though she had been completely laid bare.
A luminous white spirit flickered behind them, as if bowing in greeting. It quietly closed the laboratory door and fluttered about in a figure-eight pattern, as though satisfied that its master—who had been hounded all morning—was finally proceeding with the inevitable.
