When That Door Opens - Chapter 7
“I told you you couldn’t run away.”
There was no escape from the relentless thrusting. Yvonne could only grip the sheets and beg under the merciless movements that targeted her most sensitive spot.
“Ah! Ah! No, please!”
Tears welled up in Yvonne’s eyes, her body trembling. Her climax was near, a signal only he knew. Jerome smiled as he watched her lose her senses and sob uncontrollably.
“Jerome! Please, I… I’m going to… Ah! Ah!”
“Okay, I’ll let you.”
For a brief moment, Yvonne felt a bit relieved, but then her face froze as his fingers found her cl*t*ris, already soaked and rubbed raw against her coarse pubic hair.
“No, don’t… Not that…”
Eyes wide with fear, Yvonne shook her head desperately. She was already at her limit. No, no. Despite her desperate pleas, Jerome did not relent.
“Ah! Ah, ah!”
Yvonne screamed as his fingers pressed and rubbed her cl*t*ris while his member continued to thrust rapidly.
“Ah! Ah! Jerome! Ah, ah!”
She clung to him with all her strength as she climaxed. With a moan filled with pleasure, her insides clenched tightly, releasing a gush of fluid that pulsed around him. The intense contractions squeezed him hard.
“Ugh!”
Jerome, also at his limit, let out a rough breath. Inside her, demanding and squeezing, he finally released what he had been holding back. His blue eyes gleamed with intensity as his muscular hips jerked, trying to go even deeper into her.
“Ah…”
“Mm!”
They held each other tightly, their bodies tense, breathing heavily as if trying to become one.
“Yvonne.”
“…Jerome.”
Their lips met and parted repeatedly, each kiss deep and lingering. The room was filled with nothing but the sounds of their lips meeting and their ragged breathing.
* * *
Just before dawn, when the night was at its darkest, Jerome always prepared to leave before the break of day. Yvonne, wrapped only in a sheet, sat on the bed, watching Jerome dress. Her silent fingers touched the feathers of the dreamcatcher hanging at the head of the bed.
Tap, tap.
It was a gift from Jerome, given months ago when she told him about her frequent nightmares. The blue dreamcatcher had a central ring intricately woven with thick threads, and the feathers hanging from it were the color of dawn. Every night, as she lay down to sleep, the sight of it reminded her of Jerome’s eyes.
You don’t know that she, who used to dread the night because of my nightmares, now eagerly awaits nightfall.
Yvonne reached out her hand, brushing against the shirt she had made for him and his smooth skin. Feeling her touch, Jerome turned and smiled. Yvonne forced a smile onto her stiff face and thought,
‘When will Jerome stay with me until morning?’
It had been over a year since she started spending nights with Jerome, but he had never stayed until dawn.
“I have to return before morning for work. I’m sorry, Yvonne.”
The first time she had gathered the courage to ask if he would stay for breakfast, Jerome had said this. After that, Yvonne never tried to hold him back. His apologetic face looked truly pitiful, and more importantly, she had a strong feeling that she shouldn’t push him any further when he mentioned ‘work.’
Though she felt lonely facing the morning alone, she consoled herself that it was okay. It was better for her to rest comfortably alone since she too had to work the next day.
Yvonne tried to comfort herself this way. However, every time she was left alone, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was like a flower slowly wilting while waiting for him in this house. Realizing her fingers clutching the sheets tightly resembled withering petals, she forced herself to speak in a bright voice.
“Recently, I received a commission from a noble family.”
Jerome’s hand paused as he was buttoning his shirt. Yvonne felt a slight, childish satisfaction. She wanted to show that she wasn’t just idly waiting for him.
“…A noble family?”
“Yes. I’ve received embroidery orders before, but this time they asked me to make a dress.”
The dresses worn by nobles were extremely expensive. The fabric, the lace, and the thread for the embroidery were all precious. A commoner like Yvonne would have to work for years to afford just one of their dresses. That they wanted to order such a dress from her meant they highly valued her skills.
