Something hard and cold fell down, but I couldnât figure out what it was. I was curious, though as soon as I gently opened my eyes for a moment, I regretted it.
Why did I open my eyes?
Why were humans creatures of curiosity? I was so embarrassed right now that I even had a philosophical sentiment.
In front of me, Lucian was pulling down his shirt with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on me. Instead of unbuttoning one by one, he was tearing through the shirt with his fingertips as if slicing it with the tip of a sharp knife.
From there, small shirt buttons fell like hailstones onto my face and chest.
I couldnât close my eyes anymoreâŠ
I was so captivated by him that I couldnât think anymore. Meanwhile, seeing me like that, he smiled thinly. Lucian then grabbed my fingertips with the tips of his teeth, took off his shirt, and threw it next to the bed.
Beneath the hard chest that I touched earlier, the abs and oblique muscles, which were split into several pieces, wriggled. Sweat was soaked in it like syrup had been poured on the bulging muscles that didnât seem to go well with the pale skin.
My gaze was taken by his statuesque body and face, so I took a long scan of him without realizing it. At that moment, I gulped slowly when I saw the bulging pants under the prominent ilium bone.
âAhâŠâ
Feeling like I wanted to run away, I pulled out my finger, which was occupying his mouth, and saliva mixed with blood ran down my fingertips and wetted my wrists. As I hurriedly raised my upper body, Lucian leaned back slightly.
Embarrassed, I had no choice but to mutter gibberish.
At my behavior, which had many nuances of wanting to get it done with when I was the one who started it first, he gazed at me quietly and only turned his head at an angle. My heart felt like it would explode, and I was sweating all over my body from the tension that I would faint if we did anything more here.
I eventually glanced up at him, who didnât say anything. He was smiling silently.
As if he was looking at something cute, he grabbed me by the collar of my chest with his fingers. Even though it was very slow, I couldnât avoid it.
His blood-soaked lips drew a long arc.
âMe too, Ray.â
Hearing the sound of my name that came out, I even stopped breathing.
My dress was slowly spreading to the sides under his fingers, in the same way he had ripped his own shirt. As soon as the cumbersome dress opened, Lucian grabbed it with both hands and pulled it aside.
Riip, riip.
As he removed the torn dress, I felt the breeze inside.
He licked his stinging lips intently while admiring her bare body.
He somehow seemed to see blood when he was with her, but he didnât care. If it was her, he could accept everything, no matter how much it hurt him. In the end, it didnât matter because she would be the one who would heal his wounds.
Lucian admired her leisurely. Delicate and intense, as if appreciating an art.
As though being born from a flower bud, she was so lovely when she covered herself in a torn dress and was at a loss for what to do.
Like paint was sprayed on a pure white canvas, colorful colors fell on her immaculate naked body. Feeling unrealistic, Lucian deliberately stimulated his chapped lips with the tips of his teeth. It was because if he wouldnât do it, he was afraid of what heâd do with her.
âWhooâŠâ
His stomach became heavy. When he roughly tore off the tight pants, Rachelâs rounded shoulders tucked in more.
She was the first to get on him, though she was scared now?
Didnât she climb onto him, aware of this? When she came to him like this, she should take responsibility.
As he thought so, Lucian couldnât stand it. He let go of the corner of his mouth that kept rising and stretched out his hand. Then, he gently scoured her slender wrist and squeezed the soft flesh in his hand.
It was the first time he had this feeling.
Softness and loveliness that he couldnât feel in his body came flooding in at the same time. His heart swelled. In addition, his stomach felt heavier, and all his senses were on the rise.
As he touched her gently, Rachel gently bit her lower lip, perhaps she was trying to put up with something. Lucian raised his lips crookedly, seeing that. At the same time, he felt sorry for her, who didnât know that that kind of appearance was more stimulating.
âShhhâŠâ
Feeling sorry for her startled and trembling figure, he opened his mouth as if to soothe her, but the power in his grip was getting out of control.
If he held on tight like this, would she cry in pain?
Would that be a bit too much?
Still, he hated to see Rachel cry⊠no, crying on the bed might be nice to watch.
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Meanwhile, He was stroking her body with both of his hands while thinking without it. As if savoring the flesh in his grasp, his thumb pressed firmly against the peak, like white cream that was put together with the red fruit decorated on top of it.
It felt soft and elastic, as though they were crushed under his hand.
A soft moan escaped Rachelâs lips.
His ears seemed to melt at the same time with the moaning. Why did everything about her look sweet? It felt like it would taste so sweet when he put it on his tongue that he wanted to swallow it as it was.
When his curiosity arose, he could not stand it.
Lucian quickly lowered his head and tasted it hastily, like licking the sweet cream he had crushed.
When he raised his gaze, he met Rachelâs gaze, whose face was dyed bright red as she was desperately covering her mouth. The navy blue eyes full of tears looked as clear as the early morning sky after it had once rained, but on the contrary, it was strange to feel the dampness in it.
He did not take his eyes off her proudly and stimulated her with secret gestures. His well-groomed lips curled up and slightly revealed his teeth.
âHuhp!â
A moan leaked out as if she couldnât stand it. Similarly, a strange sense of conquest arose in him.
He gripped the immaculate skin tightly without realizing it in satisfaction. Her white skin quickly turned red, revealing his traces. Possessed, Lucian could not take his eyes off her reaction, constantly indulging her here and there with his hands and lips.
He wanted to leave a lot of traces of him on her body.
The reason he held back all this time was because he didnât want Rachel to be afraid. Still, he thought that the moment he first touched her lips, he would no longer be considerate.
The same impatience and thirst he felt in the Imperial Palace⊠Lucian seemed to understand now why he had to feel that hunger even with her by his side. Even though he seemed to have everything, he actually didnât.
So, he wonât miss this opportunity.
âHaa, Ray.â
He bit into it as if he was tasting the soft flesh with the tips of his teeth. Soon, his hand, which had been caressing her chest, passed by her slender waist. Presumably expecting something from that, Rachelâs face was already red.
She was really very beautiful.
Lucian gripped her waist with both hands and rubbed her thin lower abdomen with his thumbs as if massaging them, then fully opened her underside.
A thick, instinctive scent that had never been smelled from each other rose.
The tighter the movement of his fingers, the more Rachel couldnât stand her moaning. She was desperately trying to block it, although an unbearable cry like a song leaked out from between her spread fingers.
He let out a rough breath as though he couldnât stand the soft yet hot touch he felt at his fingertips. As a sensation he had never felt before made his vision narrow, he couldnât stand it any longer as the senses came flooding in so that he could only look at her.
Lucian reached out to imprison Rachel and placed his hand firmly on the side of her head. Blue veins sprouted profusely on his forearms, which looked solid with muscles.
There were also veins on the nape of his neck.
Witnessing it, Rachel swallowed a gulp. It seemed strangely insignificant, but it stole her gaze. She couldnât come to her senses from the thrill that seemed to melt her head.
She wasnât scared⊠she also wanted to have a deeper relationship with him.
Still, she couldnât help but be nervous. In particular, Lucian, who was staring at her as if he was going to chew on her bones, made her back tingle just by looking at it, and she couldnât even breathe properly.
He stared at her like a man waiting for her to finish all her preparations, then whispered to her.
âI want to know everything about you.â
ââŠ.â
âIf itâs yours, I want to know everything, Ray.â
His eyes and gestures gave off a predatory atmosphere, yet his voice was mournful. As he spoke pleadingly, he lowered his head and swallowed her ear in one bite.
Soggy traces ran down her ear.
Lucian, biting Rachelâs ear lobe, whispered again with a low sigh.
âOpen it.â
As he wrapped her head in his firm arms and waited, Rachel swallowed her moans and barely opened her mouth.
âMe, too⊠No, give it to me, too.â
In response to her willing answer, he rode down from her ear and swallowed her lips in one bite. At the same time, something hot rushed into her body.
With a shock and pleasure as if a tidal wave had hit her, a moan burst from Rachelâs mouth.