For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 55

The man’s hand gently grasped the veil-covered hair. Each time their lips briefly parted to breathe, the emotions felt almost tangible upon reconnecting. Even with her eyes closed, the teasing of his tongue exploring her mouth was intoxicating.

“…Ah. Carter, mm.”

Eugenie wanted to say that the kiss had gone on long enough, but every time she tried to speak, Carter would come back for more. His kisses only intensified, becoming more fervent.

However, as they matched up, the area where they connected became increasingly distracting. The hem of her dress creeping higher and the firm, heated pressure at its center brushing against her made it hard to ignore.

“Ah…! Mm.”

Eugenie wanted to look down, but as Carter’s other hand wrapped around her waist, she was pulled closer. She could vividly imagine the firmness of Carter’s member, pressing against her skin, and how taut he had become.

Before long, their lips parted, and her dress had risen high enough to reveal the straps of her underwear, allowing their lower bodies to rub slowly against each other.

Caught up in guilt throughout the vows, she hesitated, but as the heat began to seep into her veins, her breathing quickened.

“Carter, mm…”

“Ah, Eugenie.”

“Ah!”

As Carter nibbled at Eugenie’s neck with heated lips, a shiver ran through her body, spreading rapidly from that small spot of arousal. Even though Eugenie knew that what they were doing in this place wasn’t appropriate for someone with less-than-average faith like hers, it felt undeniably wrong to continue.

“Ah, Carter, I… ah.”

Her knees trembled so much that she could hardly stand, and an unbearable itch began to stir within her walls. The soft kisses they exchanged when they played at being married as children had felt perfectly fine.

But now, beneath her, a few drops of fluid had already pooled on the floor.

“Ugh…!”

Eugenie found herself gasping desperately as the air in her lungs became too hot, shaking her head vigorously. The flush of desire grew more intense, an overwhelming hunger that insisted she fill herself to the limit.

But just as she tried to maintain her reason, thinking they needed to be discreet about the location…

“Ah, oh!”

Eugenie let out a small gasp as she felt her body suddenly lift. Sure enough, Carter had picked her up by her lower body.

In the blink of an eye, he laid her down on the empty ceremonial altar. The ceiling frescoes, depicting sacred doctrines, filled her view, proclaiming that this was not a place for s-x. Yet the hands that roamed her body felt wholly inappropriate.

And to think that it was the priest who conducted ceremonies here every prayer day.

While Eugenie stood in shock, Carter calmly began unbuttoning her dress one by one. Her heaving chest, confined in white lace underwear, became tinted with the light filtering through the stained glass.

“…You really are beautiful, Eugenie.”

Carter praised her in a voice thick with suppressed desire. The woman lying in the presence of God was gasping, her cheeks flushed a soft pink. He felt that he could not voice his thoughts to Eugenie’s horror. But she was even more beautiful and sacred than the god he ‘publicly’ served.

And today, he would sleep with his bride

Just thinking about it sent sparks tingling through his veins. He traced the beautiful, glowing skin of her upper chest with his tongue before kissing her. The rounded cheeks he caressed trembled softly, and her sheer underwear was becoming so damp that it was nearly translucent.

Drops of her arousal slowly dripped down the edge of the altar.

“Mm, Carter, you…”

The common sense that s-x was not acceptable in a religious setting began to fade in Eugenie’s mind.

It was understandable; she was already heated to her limit inside. With every kiss, he worshiped her, and the sense of betrayal from his fingers teasing her swollen cl–oris over her soaked underwear made her feel lightheaded.

“Why, Eugenie?”

“You, mm, here…! Is this okay…?”

“Hm? Why wouldn’t it be?”

Carter chuckled softly, planting gentle kisses on the inside of Eugenie’s left thigh. Yet his pale sky-blue eyes, shining through his golden locks, reflected the darkened traces left on her fair skin.

The marks left by previous men who had tasted her.