When That Door Opens - Chapter 15
“Hmm, ah, ahnn, ah! Jerome!”
Yvonne’s fingers dug into the chiseled muscles of Jerome’s abdomen, leaving marks as she neared her climax, the scratches deepening as her peak approached.
“Ah! … Ah, ah!”
Her back arched like a bow as she reached her climax, fiercely squeezing around him and trembling intensely, believing she had reached the peak.
“Ah! Hah!”
But the sensation didn’t end; it grew stronger and more intense.
“It’s… strange, uh!”
The searing sensation that was driving her mad centered around her lower abdomen, growing stronger until it clustered tightly around a single point.
“Ah, ah! No! No…!”
Though she instinctively knew what was about to happen, she tried to escape,which she shouldn’t have done. At that moment, he thrust deeply into her.
Fwoosh!
As his length plunged deeper than ever before, a scream that wasn’t quite a scream escaped her lips.
A fine stream of clear liquid shot out, drenching them both.
“Hah, ugh…”
Her body trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Every bit of strength seemed to be concentrated below, making it impossible to control her body. In the pinnacle of climax, all she could feel was the steady spray of fluid and the pulsating heat of him inside her.
“Ah…”
Seconds or minutes later, her vision darkened, as if time had been cut short. When she regained her senses, her body was still trembling in sporadic spasms.
“Yvonne.”
A low humming sound echoed in his deep voice. When she opened her blurry eyes, she found herself leaning against his chest. Still joined below, he had lifted her and was holding her in his arms.
“Are you alright?”
Too weak to speak, she nodded feebly, noticing his wrist on her shoulder.
“W-why is there blood here?”
His skin was scraped raw as if it had been harshly abraded, and a stream of red blood trickled down his arm. Both arms bore similar wounds. Could it be? Yvonne looked up at him in shock, and Jerome smiled apologetically.
“I’m sorry for undoing the bindings. I couldn’t just stand by as you collapsed.”
As he whispered “I’m sorry” again, he kissed her forehead.
Yvonne could only stare blankly at Jerome. From his gently curved, smiling eyes to his long, drawn-out lips, his smile was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at, and made her heart race.
I can’t live without him.
She realized that she couldn’t even bring herself to hate him. Despite being deceived and betrayed by him, she couldn’t muster the full extent of her hatred. His single kiss, his single smile, melted all the resentment that had built up within her, turning it into tears that flowed down.
Drip, drip.
Large droplets fell down her white cheeks.
“Yvonne… Why are you crying?”
He asked, but she only shook her head. She loved him too much. Her feelings for him were far more significant than her pride or self-worth.
At that moment, Yvonne was losing herself. The ‘self’ she had held close to protect herself, fortified with the reminder to know her place, was melting away into nothing before his presence.
If you won’t share everything with me, then yes, just give me a certain piece of your heart. I have already given you all of me.
Yvonne tightly embraced his neck and kissed him deeply. Tears flowed endlessly, seeping through their lips.
It was okay. As long as she could see him. Even if it was like this, in this way.
Yvonne smiled weakly.
From the day she first saw him, the day she met his smiling eyes in her clothing shop, hadn’t she already known? Even if she were cut and torn because of him, she knew she could never let him go.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she started to move again.
“Ah!”
Hot breaths burst simultaneously from their lips. She embraced him with her whole body, continuing to sway.
Deeper and deeper, as deep as their hearts could go.
“…Yvonne.”
“Haah, uh, Jerome…”
She wanted to melt away at the hot breath that touched her ear.
Through the blur of her vision as she cradled his head, she could see the blue feathers of the dreamcatcher bobbing just as erratically on the bedside.
Their relentless indulgence in each other ceased just before dawn. Jerome, looking at the dimly brightening sky, hugged her tightly as if he didn’t want to let go.
But Yvonne knew. He would eventually leave. Even now, the time was much later than usual. Sure enough, after planting a final kiss on her lips, he pushed himself to his feet.
