Chapter 38
Ah, this is truly… too good.
The sensation of moist softness pressed beneath his lips and the warmth of her disturbed sweet breath were addictive. Without exaggeration, he could die this moment without regret.
Was this what it felt like to go mad from pleasure? To enjoy another person’s skin and warmth so softly, warmly, and intimately. To think he had lived without ever knowing such joy. He felt an irrational sense of loss over an act he had never even desired. If he had known it would be like this, long ago…
Even the divine power that had always tormented him like a sharpened blade since its manifestation slackened like a sunbathing cat. It was the first time his divine power circulated so calmly and gently. In contrast, the softness beneath his lips was enough to draw out his savage nature.
“Hngh, sir…”
That a day would come when such sweetness would be allowed in his life. Even as time passed and Bjorn’s lips did not part, Leila showed signs of fluster, yet he did not notice. Only the impulse to press deeper and more closely controlled him.
Naturally, Bjorn did not know how to use his tongue. His body simply followed instinct.
He endlessly stroked Leila’s slightly parted lips with his own. Forgetting even shame, he enjoyed the dizzying sensation of their soft skin rubbing together. But it was still not enough.
For a moment Bjorn wanted to swallow the soft, warm, moist flesh given to him whole. The sudden hunger immediately became action.
“S-Sir, mmnh…!”
Bjorn bit Leila’s full lower lip and sucked as if plucking a grape. The soft lip stretched with the pull and melted like candy inside his mouth. Heat surged to the top of his head.
He sucked her lips like a madman. Even to himself it felt disgustingly obsessive, and naturally, accidentally, their tongues brushed.
In that brief contact, a pleasure that tightened the back of his neck stole his senses. His mind, finding new stimulation, demanded more and more eagerly, like a primitive human discovering fire. Before Leila could stop him, he invaded her slightly open lips with his tongue.
Leila’s tongue, shrinking from fear and unfamiliarity, was as small, soft, and warm as her lips. As he had with her lower lip, Bjorn gently coaxed and stroked that small flesh with his tongue.
But something hard obstructed his desire to press closer. When he pulled his face back briefly, Leila’s crooked glasses barely hung on her face.
Carefully removing them so she would not be hurt, Bjorn immediately returned to her lips before she could protest.
“Mmm, haa…”
With even that small obstacle gone, the kiss deepened uncontrollably. Like a man possessed, Bjorn gripped her slender neck and tangled his tongue with hers. The table that had precariously stood between them now lay overturned on the floor.
Though their tongues were already entwined between tightly pressed lips, Bjorn still felt thirst. He wanted to be closer. Not just lips, but these heated bodies pressed together without a gap.
Unable to resist the impulse, his hand grasped her narrow waist greedily and pulled. Like the lady he had seen earlier at the tea salon, Leila ended up sitting on Bjorn’s lap, clinging to him. It was an immensely satisfying moment.
But the moment of joy ended as abruptly as it began.
“Sir, please, just a moment…!”
Leila, bending her neck to accept his lips in his arms, finally struck his shoulder repeatedly and struggled. If she had not resisted like that, he might have continued the kiss heedless of the world collapsing around them.
“……“
As soon as Bjorn’s lips finally parted, Leila quickly escaped his arms while he was momentarily weakened. A rush of loss nearly made him grab her again, but at the last moment his reason returned.
Just one more time…
He was not fully recovered, yet he was sane enough not to extend his trembling hand toward her despite wanting to hold her.
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