The Sub Male Lead is Burning with Jealousy - Chapter 6 Part 4
“Your Majesty.”
Anais put down her towel and stood up. Like him, in a robe, her skin was lovely and flushed.
“Call me Rahil, Anais.”
She had never once called his name. Since she hadn’t asked for permission, she probably wouldn’t have called him by his name if he hadn’t requested it.
Anais seemed a bit hesitant. As Rahil watched her long eyelashes slowly blink, she whispered,
“Rahil.”
His heart pounded loudly. Rahil took a step forward and embraced her. Her fragile body, not fully filling his arms, was so lovely he couldn’t stand it.
He had already ordered the servants not to wake them the next morning. He wanted to keep Anais locked in the bedroom for days and indulge in her.
Anais neither hugged him back nor pushed him away; she just quietly stayed in his arms. Although he had her permission, Rahil felt anxious because she didn’t show any reaction.
‘I hope you love me.’
Despite his selfishness, he wanted to argue why she didn’t love him. But he knew why.
He had misunderstood her feelings, denied them, and mishandled the situation. Thinking she did not love him, he had judged rashly and acted recklessly, earning her disdain.
Rahil lifted Anais’s chin, their eyes met—his gaze fell on her bright blue eyes. Swallowing dryly, he studied her face, really trying to gauge her mood.
Their first night hadn’t been bad for either of them. In fact, it had been blissful for him, and it seemed somewhat good for Anais too since they had both reached climaxes several times.
‘I hope it felt good.’
From a recent kiss, he knew Anais preferred slow and gentle over hurried. But Rahil’s heart raced, always running ahead on its own.
He leaned down slowly, gently capturing her lips. Her lips were soft and sweet, tempting him to savor them all day.
‘Romantic, make it romantic…’
How could I make the kiss romantic? His heart already pounded wildly with anticipation. His body craved to indulge in the sweetness, but his rational mind held the reins, slowing him down.
Feeling a soft warmth wrap around his tongue, Rahil leaned in further, eager to taste more. It was tantalizing, making his fingertips tingle and his breath grow ragged.
Naturally, Anais’s upper body leaned back, supported by him as he poured kisses on her lips. Instantly, her cheeks flushed with a surge of heat. Rahil, delighted by this, gently untied her robe with his remaining fingers.
As her robe parted to either side, her pristine white skin was exposed even in the dim darkness. Rahil glanced at her as if dazzled, which seemed to make Anais even more embarrassed.
Noticing this, Rahil felt a thrilling sensation all the way to his toes. He was already overwhelmed with an explosive urge.
Anais seemed a bit sensitive in her body, something Rahil, who had never been intimate with another woman and never would be with anyone else, wouldn’t have known otherwise.
Even a kiss had made her n!ppl*s er*ct. They had kissed multiple times in the carriage, and now, they were about to share a bed as she had indicated.
‘It couldn’t be, but maybe Anais was thinking of me in the bath…’
As these fluffy fantasies bloomed, Rahil felt his lower half harden to the point of bursting. He tried not to let it press against Anais’s soft body, but it was difficult.
They were kissing while embracing. He didn’t want to stop the kiss either. How long had he yearned to touch these lips! Who knew when he would have another chance after today, so he felt compelled to continue.
“Uh…”
Anais trembled slightly under the persistent touch that explored her body beneath the robe. She was embarrassed, but the hot gaze Rahil gave her even while kissing seemed to make her body heat up further.
‘Ah, I don’t like this.’
She felt herself getting w*t between her legs even though Rahil hadn’t touched her there yet. His hands were currently on her br*ast, lower abdomen, and thighs. He had not dared to venture between her legs.
Worried about revealing how w*t she was, Anais squeezed her thighs together, but Rahil, as if possessed, slid his hand there.
“…Anais, you need to spread your legs for me to adore you there.”
He whispered this as he lifted his head slightly from the relentless kissing. Anais weakly shook her head. She thought it was spiteful to ask her to spread her legs when he could easily slip his hand in without it.
“Hmm… Are you embarrassed? Don’t you want me to touch you there?”
Rahil’s fingers playfully moved through the tightly closed gap of her thighs. He wasn’t pushing hard, but even that gentle touch made Anais twitch her thighs.
It was adorable.
A sudden urge to devour her whole surged within him. He regretted not having embraced her every night. He wanted to hold her more.
Rahil, feeling urgent, swiftly lifted Anais and headed to the bed. The expression on Anais’s face, held within his arms, was fluttering with anticipation.
Quickly reaching the bed, Rahil laid Anais down in the center and took off his own robe. Anais’s robe was already disheveled, so there seemed no need to remove it unless she hadn’t pulled at it with a flustered face.
‘It looked good.’
He should have made her cl*max before moving to the bed. It would have been so adorable to have her feel it by slipping a finger between her shyly parted legs.
The sash of the robe lay in the middle of the bedroom floor, making it impossible to tie her waist. Anais, with her face flushed red, clutched at the robe, making Rahil’s mouth water.
“Are you too shy to show me? Should we do it with clothes on?”
He spoke in a gentle voice, but his eyes were intensely fierce. It wasn’t menacing, because the person before him wasn’t someone to be attacked, but someone to be devoured.
Rahil clung to her, and Anais wore a bewildered expression. He found it adorable, almost driving him to burst.
