The West Wind's Destination - Chapter 14
Initially, it was just holding hands, but now he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. Like when he used to soothe her to sleep by running his fingers against her scalp, digits tangled in her hair.
Tilting her head with one hand, he delved deeper.
Initially, he only sucked on her lips and tongue, but then he started to twirl and pull at her tongue root and licked her teeth as if counting them. His thick tongue, characteristic of his large frame, completely took over her mouth, probing her soft flesh.
When he momentarily pulled away to twirl his tongue root, a sticky sound was heard. Realizing that wet noise sent a shiver from her spine to her crown.
“Mm, nnh…!”
Bea involuntarily moaned at the strange pleasure, causing him to breathe heavily against her lips.
It sounded like a beast’s panting breaths.
It seemed to start standing up lightly, but at some point, he had pushed Bea onto the bed. Both hands were caught in his large grasp and pressed down onto the bed. Instead of forcefully pressing down on her wrists, he scratched at her palms as if tickling them.
“Unngh, hhnk…”
Despite being enveloped in warmth, her body trembled uncontrollably. Feeling too strange, Bea tried to push his chest away with her shaking hands.
“Bea. I…”
His rock-solid body didn’t budge at her feeble resistance. He caught Bea’s trembling hands and kissed them.
“You’re too fragile. You seem like you might break. You should take better care of your nutrition.”
Although Bea was slightly shorter than average, Aseph’s comments felt shameless given his own size, which towered over the average. The makeshift bed Bea had made just for herself was far too cramped to accommodate them both.
He seemed like a balloon about to burst with uncontrollable emotions, unsure of what to do while holding Bea beneath him.
Bea, who had only thought of sending Aseph away, felt her mind go blank at such moments. It was as if she had become the world’s biggest fool.
It was immensely displeasing.
But she couldn’t push him away. Her body wouldn’t obey her.
Lying beneath him, receiving those tender kisses, reminded her of when she was ill. Those moments when her body burned up, and she couldn’t move an inch in his embrace.
The only difference was that back then, it was because she was weak and in pain, but now…
Now, it was because of his voice calling her name.
“Nnh…”
Aseph became increasingly bold and intense with his kisses. He mixed his breath freely, then kissed her forehead, cheeks, and base of her neck, pausing occasionally to take a deep breath.
His actions were very puppy-like. If you feed a stray something, it wags its tail and licks your entire body in gratitude.
In this relationship, Aseph was the one providing food, but regardless, it felt that way.
Bea intensified her grip on his hand as a sign for him to stop.
“…You..”
“Bea, I’ve told you my name. Please, call me Aseph.”
“…….”
Then her body lost strength again.
She had thought men only reeked of disgusting smells: sweat, blood, or the stench of decaying corpses and waste.
However, Aseph emitted a refreshing scent she felt she was experiencing for the first time.
It wasn’t the artificial fragrance of perfume, nor was it the natural scent of wildflowers.
As Bea pondered the origin of this aroma, Aseph unbuttoned her top and kissed her exposed shoulder briefly before resting his forehead against hers, panting as if he had just run around the forest.
The warm breath that washed over her face carried that same scent.
“I want to connect with you more deeply. May I proceed a little further?”
“Go ahead.”
He looked stunned, evidently expecting a refusal. But Bea was too curious about the scent’s origin. She pulled his face closer and pressed her nose to his neck.
“Ah, Bea… Ahh…”
This gesture seemed enough permission for Aseph, who swallowed dryly and then undressed Bea with only his lips.
“Ngh…”
The cool air that touched her bare skin made her shiver as Aseph’s hot breath landed on her.
Her skin, unusually fair for someone raised in the desert, was exposed. Aseph gazed at it, transfixed, hesitant to even touch it for a while. As he just looked on, Bea broke the silence.
“Is my body that intriguing to you?”
“No… It’s beautiful.”
‘Beautiful’ was an abstract value too vague for Bea to comprehend. She was numb to such sentiments. Her range of emotion was limited possibly only to fear, and so she struggled to react to other feelings.
If a large figure like this man were pinning her down, she might have felt fear and immediately attacked to kill.
But with Aseph, it wasn’t fear she felt. It was an uncomfortable and disagreeable feeling that she couldn’t completely push away.
And those eyes, arresting her gaze as if to pull her in.
“It’s you who’s beautiful.”
“Bea.”
Aseph smiled dreamily.
“It’s incredible. How such a small and delicate body brought me a miracle. You’ve given me a new life.”
