The hand he held was ice-cold. Her skin, damp and soft, felt like touching the belly of a freshly caught fish. And it was just as cool.
Acard, emboldened, reached out to touch her cheek. As his warm hand made contact, Damie couldn’t help but sigh and lower her gaze. Regardless of how she felt about him, the warmth seeping into her frozen body was so sweet that it made her feel drowsy.
‘Oh right… I was going to ask Lord Acard about what I heard in the storage room that day.’
With her tired mind, Damie barely managed to recall her purpose. She raised her stiff hand to push Acard away from her shoulder and began to speak.
“Lord Acard…”
Unfortunately, Acard, who had faced too much rejection before, was sly. He grabbed her hand that was trying to push him away and kissed her soft palm. Then, he proceeded to lick between her delicate fingers.
Her fragrant, cold, and soft hand felt like an ice cream treat. His hot lips and tongue ravished that sweet skin as much as they pleased. As Damie tried to pull her hand away instinctively, Acard quickly took the lead.
“Shh, Damie. For now, just focus on warming up.”
Commanding her to follow his words, Acard tore off his shirt. A broad, muscular chest that was overwhelming to behold was revealed.
He pulled Damie’s frozen body closer to his solid, bare torso. The body of a male beginning to arouse was incredibly hot. Pressed against that body, a languid sigh escaped Damie’s lips.
“Ah…”
He was so warm. The heat radiating from his smooth, firm muscles was so pleasant that she almost shivered in delight.
Her body, which had grown too cold, instinctively clung to the warmth. Without realizing it, Damie rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. Acard wasn’t going to miss this moment. The instant he saw Damie not resisting his touch, the last bit of self-control he had been holding onto snapped.
“Damie.”
He pulled Damie’s hand, guiding it slowly over his chest and abs. The solid muscles flexed under her palm, radiating an intense, masculine allure.
Dazed by the sensation of his body, Damie looked up blankly at Acard’s face. He licked his red lips, then flashed a playful smile and whispered again.
“Yes, Damie. Just look at me now. Don’t think of anything else.”
His languid voice seemed to melt her ears. Even the most expensive courtesan in the capital wouldn’t be as seductive as the man before her.
It was the moment Damie was mesmerized by his deadly beauty. With a grin that bared his teeth, Acard suddenly pushed her down onto the carriage seat.
“Ah!”
In the moment she blinked in surprise, his large, heated body pinned her down. His eyes, looking down at the poor prey caught in his trap, glowed with a dark red hue.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to warm you up thoroughly.”
Something was wrong. Being captivated by the predator for even a moment and letting her guard down had been a huge mistake.
He lowered his head and bit into the soft nape of her neck. The sensation of her thin skin being sucked forcefully was unfamiliar. It was thrilling to feel his fangs grazing over the pulsing artery, yet it also felt like she was being eaten alive, which was terrifying.
His tongue slid down to lick over her prominent collarbone, and he hastily pulled at the front of her dress. But the wet fabric clung to her skin and wouldn’t budge easily.
“Damn it.”
It seemed like a harsh word slipped out from between his gritted teeth. He was acting like an inexperienced adolescent encountering a woman for the first time. He knew he looked ridiculous, but none of that mattered.
Rip—
The hem of her dress, unable to withstand his passion, tore away weakly. Over the tightly bound corset, the obscene outline of her breasts swelled even more prominently. As he reached out and pulled one of her breasts free, the firm pink nipple at the tip of the bouncing breast made him lose his mind completely.
“Oh, Damie.”
How can she be so lewd and beautiful at the same time? Acard let out a groan that sounded like a sigh and hungrily dove toward her breast.
“Ah…”
As he took her stiff nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, Damie’s back arched upward. Acard, licking and teasing the breast that thrust forward so enticingly, reached for her other breast with his hand.
The feel of her soft, moist breast clinging to his palm was incredible. Acard fondled and sucked on her ample breasts to his heart’s content. Then he felt Damie’s body, which had been as cold as a mermaid just out of water, gradually warming up.
‘Is she getting excited?’
The thought made his mouth go dry. Damie’s pale body, tinged with a soft pink, looked as beautiful as a lustrous pearl.
Neither her lecherous stepbrother, who lusted after his own family, nor that infuriating Reshid Perilla had ever laid a hand on this woman. Only he knew her naked body and this licentious sight.
That thought made a vile possessiveness swell within him. Instinctively, he grabbed her buttocks tightly, rubbing his stiff cock against her flat belly and between her parted legs. Even just rubbing over her clothes, his tip swelled like a hard candy, engorged with blood.
“No, stop!”
Damie trembled violently, trying to push him away. But he was already beyond control, too starved to restrain himself anymore.
“Stay still, Damie. Unless you want to see me lose my mind.”
Acard, pinning her down, gave a fierce warning. He roughly lifted her voluminous skirt and spread her slender legs wide apart.
With hurried movements, he unbuckled his trousers and pulled out his throbbing, dark red cock, swollen with blood. Shockingly, he began to rub it against her underwear.
“Stop…”
Damie twisted her hips, trying to escape his firm grip. But all it did was make her soft flesh rub more intimately against his arousal.
It was embarrassing that the thin, wet fabric of her underwear was so soaked with arousal that her slit was clearly visible. Her legs were held open so wide that there was no way to hide it. As he skillfully slid his hot length along her slit, her feminine sensuality began to blossom.
Acard licked his lips and rocked his hips slowly, savoring the sensation. The main course hadn’t even started, but it was already so delicious he felt like he was losing his mind.
He rubbed his fingers over her soaked underwear. Transparent liquid oozed out between the fabric.
It was like hot, sweet syrup drizzled over a pancake. Acard dipped his finger in it and held it up to Damie’s eyes for her to see. As she turned her head away in shame, her eyes reddening, Acard nonchalantly licked his fingers and let out a thick, lascivious laugh.
“It tastes so lewd.”
The look in her tearful eyes, shocked at how he could say such things, was so beautiful it drove him mad. To think that she had soaked her underwear like this, while pretending to reject him all this time.
Feeling both irritated and charmed by Damie’s defiance, his chest burned with passion. Acard struggled to suppress the rising heat, biting her cheek lightly. Without even removing her underwear, he began to push his length into the gap between her thighs.
“Aah…!”
Damie’s eyes widened as the inside of her tightened. Her body, having known only one night with a man, had forgotten about him as if it were a lie. But as his swollen length pushed through, expanding her with its thick head, her body, not knowing what to do, began to clench tightly around him.
“Ungh!”
Acard furrowed his handsome brows. The space between her legs, where he had longed to enter even in his dreams, was far more intoxicating than he had remembered.
Breathing heavily, Acard finally forced himself all the way to her deepest part. Her body, unfamiliar with a man’s presence, refused to open up easily. He had no choice but to keep pushing inch by inch, using her slippery arousal as lubricant.
“Hoo…”
The moment he finally buried himself to the hilt, a rough groan escaped from Acard’s mouth.
Her insides were incredibly tight and hot, squeezing him so fiercely that he already felt like he might come. He hadn’t even started moving properly, and it was already this good… The overwhelming anticipation made his head spin.
Acard let out a contented sigh and looked down. Damie, tears welling under her lashes, was panting heavily with her eyes tightly shut.
Her pale face was flushed red, as if she had a fever. She gasped helplessly, not knowing what to do. Seeing her trembling body filled him with an uncharacteristic tenderness.
“Damie.”
Acard kissed her cheek, ready to give her a pleasure that would feel like heaven. Then he suddenly noticed something strange. Her cheek, touching his lips, was unnaturally hot.
“Damie?”
At his confused call, Damie’s eyelids fluttered. Beneath her reddish lashes, her dazed blue eyes appeared. Just as their eyes seemed to meet for a moment, Damie’s eyes rolled back, and she fainted on the spot.
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