Aran pointed her finger at his tented downward area. Her voice contained pure curiosity. Enoch’s face was as hot as lava.
“…Don’t bother wondering. It’s not like that.”
“You don’t usually do this.”
“It’s just… I mean, it’s good to do this with you,” Enoch barely answered, enduring his embarrassment.
“Really?”
“…Yes.”
A smile spread over Aran’s face.
“I like it, too. You. My parents are supposed to hold a banquet in three days…”
“By then you’ll be able to hide it with makeup.”
“Should I?”
Enoch looked again at Aran’s lips. It was sad to see her dainty lips split and swollen.
“Wait a minute.” Enoch, who left the imperial bedrooms, appeared a moment later with a cup of ice cubes. “Wouldn’t the swelling go down if I rub it with this?”
“Good idea.”
“I feel like my heart is going to explode because it’s so good.”
Aran clasped his waist. Her upper body clung to his bare chest. Under the thin dress, he could feel her gentle swell of br**sts getting crushed against him.
Enoch clenched his teeth to suppress the raging urge. For now, he wanted to peel off the ugly fabric that blocked their skins and bite off all her weak flesh underneath it. He wanted to spread her legs apart and cram his stiff rod while she gasped in surprise in the meantime.
Instead of putting his thoughts into practice, he carefully hugged the princess. He buried his face between her marvelous hair and held back his wild breaths.
Aran, who didn’t know what was going on in his head, twisted her body and tapped him on the chest and back with her fingers, saying, “I’m suffocating.” She didn’t even know how much it was enticing him. If he were Aran, he would never have done it.
Enoch, unable to overcome his impulse, grabbed her wrists and pressed them onto the bed.
“What’s wrong?”
Aran looked at him with a blank stare. If he took off her dress now, Aran would be embarrassed, but soon she would be stark naked in front of him. A word of his would calm her with her legs open, enduring pain and fear.
But Enoch couldn’t do that. He couldn’t bite her tender flesh with all his greed. He couldn’t handle seeing the blood that would ripple because he had dug deep her passage that had never been opened before. He didn’t want to see her trusting eyes smudged with pain. The hand that grabbed the princess’ wrist lost strength.
“It must have hurt,” Aran whispered sadly. She was looking at the scars all over his upper body.
He had many minor scars on his body. Half came from training to become a knight, and the other half from being punished after being bested by servants.
“It’s alright now.”
Aran caressed his scar. The wound on the side was most recent and still red.
“I should have protected you…”
Aran raised her upper body. This time Enoch lay under her.
Aran kissed his scar and licked it gently. Instead of sensuality, it was a kiss that only spoke of affection. The tears that fell on him permeated Enoch’s heart and settled in the deepest place.
Looking at the white blonde hair stretched over his chest, he thought of his dead parents. They loved each other dearly. Their love was so extreme that they gave not even a grain of affection for their child.