Chapter 82
How could he not worship her? Bjorn knelt as if before a holy icon and took her hand with reverent touch. As though seeking divine forgiveness and mercy, he yearned for her love and wept for a long time. The wounds long embedded in his heart seemed to heal instantly because of her existence.
But the one being worshiped, Leila, was only troubled by the situation.
“Bjorn, don’t do this. This really isn’t what I wanted. We agreed to date, didn’t we? It’s our first date, what are we supposed to do if you just keep crying?”
Her attempt to lighten the mood did not work as well as she hoped. Leila worried over how to soothe him as he clung to her without any sign of stopping his tears. She didn’t even have a handkerchief to offer now, but she still wanted to comfort him somehow.
After a moment, a somewhat embarrassing yet effective method came to mind.
“If you keep crying, then I have no choice but to do this.”
Wiping the tears from his sculpted cheeks with her sleeve, Leila cupped his face with both hands.
Perhaps because of his large build, even though he was kneeling, the moment she lowered her head slightly their lips met.
Their overlapping lips melted together softly. Leila showered him with careful kisses as though offering comfort.
Bjorn, no less desperate, accepted them like a parched ascetic. His firm arms wrapped tightly around her waist like vines.
The gentle kiss soon spread into a hungry and impatient motion. It did not take long for reverence to turn into something indecent.
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Even as the bedroom door burst open roughly, Leila sought only Bjorn’s lips.
The man who had been kneeling before her receiving her kiss was now lifting her with one arm while locking the door with the other.
After months apart, the kiss set them both ablaze. Their first kiss as lovers was that sweet and that dangerous.
Unlike before, when they clung tightly to reason and tried to keep the final boundary, today nothing could restrain them.
“Hnnh, Bjorn…”
Bjorn especially was so absorbed in the kiss that he could barely think. He had believed he would never touch these lips again, yet Leila was wrapping her arms around his neck and passionately responding. She had even been the one to start the kiss.
‘…Should we go to the bedroom?’
He could not possibly refuse Leila’s even bolder suggestion. The moment he heard her whisper, reason fled and he dared enter the bedroom. The melting kiss was wonderful, yet desire and curiosity to go beyond it rose like flames.
However, just before taking the final step, the moment he tried to cross the last boundary she willingly allowed, something caught his ankle. It was a conscience called guilt.
Did someone like him really deserve to hold Leila? Receiving love was already excessive when he should be punished for deceiving her, so could he accept such sweet reward?
Already out of his mind from kisses alone, if he went further would he become a man mad with lust. All kinds of hesitation blocked his way.
Still holding Leila in his arms and returning her fervent lips, Bjorn gently laid her heated slender body on the bed.
Leila did not release her arms from his neck. He did not wish to pull away either, so he leaned over her and braced both hands beside her hips.
Her bedroom, her on the bed. The sight alone heated his head again, and Bjorn squeezed his eyes shut and muttered.
“Leila, I’m sorry. Beyond this… I don’t know if I can…”
As he faltered, unable to express his hesitation, Leila slowly loosened her arms, pulled back, and looked at his face.
At the instant he felt loss from her arms slipping away, he noticed the confusion and shock appearing on her face.
“Why are you…”
“…Don’t tell me what they said about you being incapable was true?”
Leila asked carefully, her gaze shaking violently.
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