The Sub Male Lead is Burning with Jealousy - Chapter 6 Part 3
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As Anais walked alongside Rahil through the corridor to the Empress’s palace, she glanced at him from the corner of her eye. It seemed that he intended to share her bed again tonight, for the purpose of consummation, whether she consented or not.
‘How should I broach the subject?’
Yesterday, he had promised not to pressure her until she felt ready. He would assume they wouldn’t proceed unless she explicitly said otherwise.
Although the Emperor’s palace and the Empress’s palace were close, they had to take a carriage from the palace where the ball was held to the Empress’s palace. As soon as they climbed into the carriage prepared by the servants and the door closed, Rahil pulled Anais towards him.
The moment she thought she was in his arms, their lips met. She was startled by the heat and the tongue probing between her lips, but then she remembered what she had told him.
Although it was not a room, the carriage was certainly a private space, only for the two of them. The carriage slowly started, heading towards the Empress’s palace. It moved at a deliberately slower pace, as if he had instructed the coachman beforehand.
On the other hand, Rahil’s tongue, exploring Anais’s mouth, was impatient. As he lost his composure, Anais was taken aback. She had planned to let it happen tonight anyway, but his advances were becoming more insistent.
As she hesitated and tried to pull back, he drew closer, sucking and exploring her lips more intensely, making her head spin. It was as if the more she withdrew, the more eagerly he pursued, mirroring their relationship dynamics.
“Ah… Ah, ung, mm… Hah!”
Gasping, Anais turned her head, but Rahil repeatedly captured her lips, holding her tightly as if he would never let go. Anais felt dizzy from the lack of air, and the sticky kisses made her body heat up.
Already, she was cradled in his strong arms, her knees buckling. Half-tilted, she felt dazed as he continued to kiss her intensely.
Suck… Smooch…
The relentless kissing only ended after the carriage had circled the vicinity of the Empress’s palace twice. When the carriage stopped, Rahil glared at the door with smoldering eyes.
“Haah, haah… Your Majesty…”
Though their lips parted, their breaths were still intertwined, close enough to touch. Anais, with her face flushed, trembled against Rahil’s chest.
Rahil, with a look full of longing, leaned back slightly, but his arms still firmly held Anais.
“Though you gave me permission to kiss, I got impatient thinking you might change your mind…”
So that was why he kissed me abruptly. Rahil, having committed the act, now looked worriedly at Anais’s expression, fearing he might have upset her.
Anais took a moment to catch her breath and found it strange. She had felt it before, but physical contact with Rahil wasn’t unpleasant. With other men, even just holding hands or being touched on the waist while dancing had annoyed her.
‘Maybe that’s why I keep withdrawing.’
The fact that she wasn’t disgusted even though her lips were w*t with Rahil’s saliva said it all. If it had been purely a strategic marriage, she would have been pleased that Rahil was the partner. It would have been much harder if the touch of the man she had to be with until she got pregnant was repulsive.
She had been engaged to Jeremy without even holding hands. The first time she danced with him, she felt uncomfortable, but since she felt the same with many other men, she thought that was just how it was.
She hadn’t felt this way in her past life, but she assumed it was because her body was different now.
As Anais sighed and slowly licked her lips, Rahil’s Adam’s apple bobbed significantly. She knew he was watching her tongue peeking slightly out of her mouth.
“This time…”
Her eyelids, framed by long lashes, slowly blinked. Rahil watched Anais, seemingly forgetting even to breathe.
“Please kiss me slowly. If I like it, tonight might be okay…”
As she hinted that it might be acceptable to proceed further tonight, it seemed as if a fire lit up in Rahil’s blue eyes. Anais watched him lean in towards her and gently stroked his shoulder. She liked the slightly surprised look on Rahil’s face.
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As soon as Rahil entered the empress’s bedroom, he seemed poised to dash straight for the bed, but Anais’s reminder that he needed to wash held him back. Already overly excited, Rahil cooled himself off in the adjoining bathroom.
He hadn’t expected to be able to touch Anais so soon. Rahil hoped she had forgiven him, but he knew that wasn’t the case. It wasn’t something easily forgiven.
It must have been a ‘decision’ made for the sake of having a child.
Knowing this, Rahil was troubled. He still carried contraceptive magic tools on him. He had two types: a ring that fit on his pinky finger and an earring that clipped above his ear. On their first night, he chose the earring to avoid scratching Anais’s skin with the ring.
He still wore the earring. Only those who could manipulate mana could distinguish between what was a magic tool and what was not.
This included novices entering the swordmaster’s path, those who had begun learning magic, or priests who wielded holy power. Anais was completely unaware that he wore a magic tool.
Even if she knew, only his servant who managed his ornaments would know its purpose.
‘If Anais conceives tonight, such an opportunity won’t come again.’
There was a fear of getting caught, but Anais would not know. Rahil decided to be greedy just this once more.
Just a little longer… Perhaps a month of contrac*ption would be okay.
‘Just a bit more… After all, we are still newlyweds.’
Thinking this was only their second time sharing a bed, Rahil entered Anais’s bedroom through the side door. The room he used was the emperor’s bedroom in the empress’s palace, connected directly to her bedroom by a door.
Anais was there, sitting on a couch drying her wet hair herself without calling for a maid, looking quite adept at it.
Since she had already told Rahil he could enter without knocking tonight, she wasn’t surprised when he came in.
