Towards the Winter Cabin of Serenity and Madness, Cinderella Runs - Chapter 47
“Gasp!”
As Roel gasped, Kyden’s heavy pillar expanded within her, momentarily taking her breath away. As her eyes threatened to roll back, Kyden grasped her flushed cheek, anchoring her gaze to his.
“Roel, Roel.”
His voice was a gentle rumble as he moved his hips. The slick sounds snapped her back to reality.
“Answer me. Roel.”
“Ah, yes, yes.”
Roel managed to reply, her voice wavering.
“You regret saying those things earlier, don’t you?”
When Roel didn’t respond, Kyden’s movements grew more intense. He drove into her with force, while urging her to speak.
“Ah, ah! Oh!”
“Answer quickly.”
“Kyden… Kyden.”
“Say you made a mistake, that you regret it.”
Tears streamed down between Roel’s temples. She gasped for air like someone drowning, unable to respond to his questioning.
Kyden persisted with a desperate look.
“Tell me it was a mistake…”
His plea sounded almost like a sob. He spread Roel’s legs, relentlessly pursuing her inner walls, pinning her down as if he was the one suffering, pleading.
His demand for an answer became more urgent as he gritted his teeth. Looking down at her, his gaze darkened.
The contemptible Roel, who clung to him and pleaded for his touch, yet refused to retract her words about leaving. Despicable yet pitiable, lovable yet vexing.
How should he punish her? How could he keep her heart?
Raw anger and crushing yearning. Two conflicting hearts. He grasped her b******s roughly and spread them wider so everything was visible.
“Spread it. Make it visible.”
“Uh…”
As he commanded, she parted her l-bia, revealing the glistening, crimson flesh within.
Kyden’s brow furrowed deeply as she obediently moved. After all this, why couldn’t she utter a single sincere word of love?
For a moment, he felt numb. He finds it ridiculous that he was being toyed with by Roel in such a heated moment.
“Yes, this is what you want, isn’t it?”
Eagerly, Kyden’s heavy p–is delved into her red depths. The narrow, heated passage struggled to accommodate him.
“Ah…!”
She twisted beneath him, her face smeared with tears.
Was it pleasure, pain, or sorrow that made her cry? Kyden couldn’t tell. All he felt was a pressing need to comfort her.
Despite wanting to act roughly, her bruised legs and marred face concerned him. Her crying face pierced his heart.
He took a deep breath to control his rampant desire. His chest heaved heavily.
“…Damn it.”
He was frustrated for not being able to unleash his anger. He was seething with rage, but Roel was too fragile, too frightened to bear it.
I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to be angry at you, Roel.
Kyden collapsed over her, burying his face in her shoulder and clenching his teeth. His lips quivered as tears fell silently down his cheeks. He cried soundlessly.
Roel hugged him in return. She stroked his head and neck, patted his back, comforting the large man clinging to her. At that moment, Roel felt happiness.
She was so happy that she wished to remember it forever.
It hurts now, but soon it will pass. All relationships are like that.
Roel knew separation. When her father left, she had felt as if the world had crumbled, feeling so hopeless and painful to the point of thinking she couldn’t go on.
Like someone who had given up everything, she had moved to a strange town where her relatives lived. Knowing they wanted her father’s inheritance, yet she did nothing. She had thought it all pointless.
Yet, funnily enough, she gradually reclaimed her routine. She grew accustomed to the separation and adapted to being left alone.
She had stubbornly kept breathing in a hellish world.
So, it would be easier for him. He would soon forget, regain his routine, and make better choices.
She was touched by the fact that he felt a sense of loss, so Roel was confident that this decision would lead him to a better life.
She embraced the turning point that would return everything to normal.
* * *
It was the time when the pale dawn moon hung quietly in the sky. Roel, with a body aching from the accumulated fatigue, struggled to get up. Kyden was lying down with his back turned.
When Roel moved, she noticed his shoulders twitch. He was still awake.
Roel gave a bitter smile as she looked at Kyden’s back, stubbornly turned away.
She prayed that he would not blame himself, that he would unleash all his feelings of betrayal and anger on her, and she quietly left the bed.
She washed her body with water warmed by the night fire and dressed. She stared at the dress Kyden had bought for her, considering it for a long time before packing it away.
