Even If It Means to Break - Chapter 8

She loosened her tense body, thinking he had truly gone. Then, at that moment, a voice came again.

—Thank you for your kindness. It seems there are still guards inside.

And right after that,

—I’ll prepare more thoroughly and return soon. Until then, I hope you remain safe, kind soul.

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“What are you thinking so deeply about, Hill?”

That day, too, the man came to her as usual. With his face buried between her b*****s, he asked casually. Only then did she come back to herself and snap back sharply,

“That’s none of your business.”

He didn’t seem particularly bothered by her sharp reply. His lips traveled up the valley of her chest and closed around her n****e. Hot breath washed over the sensitized tip, and then his heated tongue moved.

As warm flesh wrapped around her hardened n****e, a moan surged up to her throat.

“Say it like that, and it hurts my feelings.”

With a wet sound, he pulled his lips away from the n****e he’d thoroughly toyed with.

“I want to know not just your body, but your thoughts—your heart, too.”

His lips climbed upward along her chest, over her raggedly breathing throat, past her jaw and the bridge of her nose, until they reached her eyes.

His tongue licked at her trembling eyelids, brushed over her lashes. His voice, heavy with desire, whispered,

“Sometimes, I want to lick your eyeballs.”

As if he might pry her eyelids open at any moment, the tip of his tongue writhed like a snake.

“When I lick your eyes, I feel like I might taste, even a fragment, of what you saw today.”

“…You’re insane.”

He laughed low, as if taking it for praise. His hand slid up her cheek to her temple, fingers rubbing her damp eyelids. Rough, blunt fingertips.

“Open your eyes.”

“No—”

“Then I’ll open them for you.”

As if expecting her refusal, he put strength into his fingers. She tried to hold her eyelids shut, but it was useless. Gripping the thin membrane around her eyes between two fingers, he applied pressure, and her lids opened far too easily. His lips drew close, slowly.

“Mm—”

“The human body really is fascinating.”

His tongue licked her eye.

“The most important sense—vision—depends on something so fragile and delicate.”

The tip of his tongue pressed as if to poke the eyeball. Once, then again.

Prodding her eye repeatedly, as if testing how soft it was, he let out a hot breath and spoke in a voice close to rapture.

“Swallowing this transparent pupil whole wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”

“……”

In the silence where she couldn’t bring herself to answer, more words poured out.

“If I swallowed your eye, you’d never see again. Hill’s sight would be trapped inside me forever.”

Then you’d hate me even more. If that furious hatred were directed solely at me—what ecstasy that would be. Just imagining that violent satisfaction made it hard to contain himself.

Supporting Hill’s neck, his body trembled.

The fully e***t tip of him jabbed insistently at her thigh. The naked perversity of the madman’s desire made her stomach churn. Unable to endure it any longer, she shoved at his chest. He didn’t budge, but she did stop trembling like a seizure.

Letting out a languid, heated breath, he licked her eye once more. Each pass of his warm tongue against her eyeball made her feel violated. Then again, that had always been the nature of their relationship. Has it ever been anything but that, even once?

“Hill. My Hill.”

At last, the man released her eyelids. After stroking himself a few times, he thrust straight into her.

They’d already had more than enough foreplay. Inside, she was soaked to the point of flowing. He breathed out in satisfaction at the flesh wrapping tightly around his rigid shaft.

He drove his hips hard, looking down at Hill pinned beneath him. When he met her glare, the memory of the eyeball he’d just licked sent a thrill down his spine.

Swallowing it whole would have been nice.

Then she’d be screaming, hurling curses at her. How sweet those pain-filled curses would be. Seeing her lashes still wet with his saliva sent a surge through him, and he spilled himself without holding back.

It seemed she was a little startled by the earlier-than-usual climax. Hill’s delicate brows twitched faintly. As he squeezed out the rest, he imagined again: Hill without her right eye, beautiful Hill cursing him.

Ah, no. That would be too dangerous…

He quickly grabbed Hill’s shoulder. As he adjusted their bodies while holding her close, she ended up lying partly on her side. He kissed the hair loosened near her ear and shifted his arm further, then climbed over her until she was nearly facedown beneath him.

Is he going to take her from behind again, like a dog?

It was a familiar position. He’d come faster than usual. He’ll probably thrust right away. Bracing herself for what was coming, she raised her thighs and tensed.

But—

“Come to think of it.”

Contrary to her expectation that he’d drive in immediately like an animal in heat, he didn’t press himself against her.

Even while his fully e***t body bobbed insistently, his hands busied themselves instead.