Side Story 10
Soft, smooth lips trembled in tiny shivers when bitten, their yielding touch making his breath turn ragged.
The delicate spark where the tip of his tongue brushed swept a white, long thrill from the crown of his head down his spine.
“Freesia.”
He broke the kiss and called her name with a voice roughened by excitement.
“Open your mouth just a little more.”
“Mm…”
“Come on.”
Even with mouths joined and tongues entangled, it still felt maddeningly insufficient.
If it went on like this, no matter how much he drank her in and swallowed her, he might die of thirst.
The longing he had pressed down all winter threatened to burst out violently if he did not let it go.
He slid a hand under Freesia’s waist, caught the small hand that had been clutching the sheet, and laced their fingers together.
He knew if he used his weight she would struggle to breathe, but still he did. The soft, strained noises she made each time she took a breath only stoked him more, and he loved how she tried so hard to accept his tongue even when it was overwhelming.
“Mm… hnn, ngh.”
With every sweet nasal sound, the blanket beneath her rippled with waves of creases.
Her feet, toes curling into small circles, convulsed now and then as if the stimulation were too much.
Suddenly Izar wanted to see her face.
Even now, heat filled his mind so completely there was no blank space left, but he felt he must see her face at this moment.
He stopped the greedy, yearning play disguised as tenderness and lifted his lips away.
When he simply looked at her, Freesia, breathing in quick little gasps, met his gaze with a hazy expression.
If he bit that cheek, would a sticky sweetness spill out like from a soft pink fruit?
And those eyes.
Always, since childhood, the eyes that held him fast.
‘I want to make you cry.’
Not with sorrow or pain, but tears falling from perfect bliss. The core of his restraint burned to cinders just imagining it.
“Mmh, why, why did you stop…?”
As he only stared in silence, Freesia awkwardly slid her hands to encircle his back and whispered.
“You can keep going… I really, I’m fine.”
“Haha.”
A laugh of satisfaction mingled with a shallow, shaky sigh. The thrill was so sharp it almost tickled his lips.
At last, before his eyes, was the woman who in dreams would flush from head to toe with the slightest touch yet glow with happiness.
But when Freesia rested her brow on his shoulder and covered her face, a sudden empty hunger rose up and he lightly bit her shoulder.
“Ngh, mmh.”
“Why are you hiding your face?”
“Because looking at you makes my heart flutter.”
“……”
“…Don’t tickle me just to make me look up.”
Izar watched her ear tips turn bright red and clucked his tongue inwardly.
She was still astonishing.
Now she even knew how to twist a man’s heart until it dried, and understood the small tricks of stroking his back on purpose.
‘I could make you look up in other ways too.’
Meanwhile Freesia seized the pause to close her eyes and steady her breath.
The sweet, dizzy pleasure made her chest ache and her mind reel as if losing its axis, especially remembering what Izar had said just before.
‘When I think about it, our life before was such a strange relationship.’
Forced marriage, a child conceived and lost, then wound-filled couplings again and again.
Yet through all of that, not once had they kissed.
“Mm…”
Realizing that made this moment suddenly precious, and at the same time made her want to press her knees tightly together.
All winter she had been buried in temple duties, no chance for pleasure.
Before that, Nova had been with them, and Izar’s recovery had taken priority. She had not had space for these feelings at all.
For a brief moment she wanted to hide under the blanket, but she did not stop the large calloused hand as it slid the white hem caught on her thighs slowly upward.
“Ungh…”
When his hand stroked up her thigh, tracing the curves further, she clenched her fists without meaning to.
The slow sound of fabric moving, the bare skin revealed to him inch by inch. Somehow it felt hundreds of times more embarrassing than simply shrugging off her own chemise.
And when instead of pulling the thin cloth fully off her head, he caught the trailing edge and pushed it into her mouth, even more so.
“Mnnh…”
Freesia bit down on the scrap of cloth and made a teary face.
Though thin underthings still shielded her most private places, her body betrayed its eager expectation far better than her flustered mind could hide.
Izar let out a short sound of admiration at the sight of her.
“To think you could flush this red.”
His hand swept once more along the trembling inner thigh, then with a small flick undid the slender tie of her undergarments.
His fingers stroked her lower belly, then climbed lightly, pulling a tense, breathless moan from her blocked mouth.
“Mm…!”
It was not even a particularly sensitive spot, yet her head already felt foggy and adrift.
Every fine hair on her body stood on end, and inside she melted as if sinking into hot water, a sensation both frightening and thrilling.
“I haven’t even touched you here, but they’re already so stiff.”
Izar licked his lower lip and stared with eyes gone dark with desire.
Just as he said, he had not even touched her b*****s, yet under the thin cloth that covered them, proof of her arousal stood out in bold relief.
“Nngh.”
Freesia squeezed her eyes shut, unable to endure the blatant stroking gaze and hands.
Somehow she felt certain.
This night would be nothing like the resigned wedding night of her past life, nor the first night swept away like a tidal wave in this one.
It would be something entirely different.
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