Chapter 192
The kiss was soft but deep and persistent. Arzeletta’s eyes widened as if she was surprised by something that had never happened before, but she soon gently lowered the corners of her eyes.
Arzeletta welcomed him gently. Just as she had always done in any sudden attack and in any selfish demand.
Just as she had always been, with a smile like the remaining snow that looked like it would melt and disappear at any moment, she soothed his savage desires.
“Hah.”
He was immediately aroused as if it was their first time. In the deep darkness, the two of them looked at each other with flushed faces. Hot breaths, thick pheromones, and a clinging lingering feeling were mixed between their separated lips.
Arzeletta fumbled on Ragnar’s cheek with her neat fingertips and blinked her eyes in a pitiful manner.
…It was that look that made him unable to let go of the illusion that Arzeletta wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
“…I have to go. Hmph…!”
Ragnar, feeling stubborn, then buried his lips in Arzeletta’s neck. He grabbed her lovely b*****s, which had become even warmer and softer from a deep sleep, and scraped at their tips as if to tickle them.
He felt her red n*****s become pointed under his fingertips and lowered his head to take them into his mouth. Arzeletta’s body collapsed limply.
…Both of them could not believe that they had not yet coupled.
“Arzeletta…”
He called her name in a very hoarse voice. It was the moment Arzeletta, with her hazy eyes, was about to lift her chin toward him again.
“…Hmph.”
At what followed, Ragnar’s face collapsed without mercy.
Neither he nor she could see Ragnar’s expression at that moment. But it was definitely the most preposterous expression he could make in his entire life.
With an expression as if she had firmly made up her mind about something, Arzeletta turned her face away from him.
Then, she covered her cheeks with both hands. As if she was embarrassed by her flushed face, as if she could not believe what she had done.
“I’m sorry. I should have left a long time ago on my own… What would I do if I were to be seen by someone at this late hour.”
Ragnar held his forehead and got up.
Arzeletta’s self-reproach was so purely sincere that Ragnar could not say anything.
“And, if it gets too late, Yoseph will worry.”
Arzeletta said in a lowered voice. It was a voice that simultaneously conveyed a slight embarrassment and a hint of laughter.
“…Yoseph?”
Arzeletta nodded. She was half-dressed in the black clothes that had flowed down to the floor.
“If I don’t go back, he tosses and turns.”
“Yoseph…”
“He waits all night.”
Ragnar, who was lying stretched out behind Arzeletta as she skillfully tied a knot on her shoulder, repeated that name over and over again.
With his large hand on his forehead, as if recalling a troublesome matter.
He looked as if he was about to blame her for her excuse.
“It’s true. I’m not making it up. I’ll come to you tonight as well, My Lord.”
“……”
“If you will wait for me…”
Her light-green eyes sparkled in the faint starlight. It was her unique smile, with which she gently lowered the corners of her pretty eyes.
“Hmph…”
Ragnar embraced the neck of Arzeletta, who was bending over him, while he was lying down. Their lips touched.
Arzeletta’s eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed gently.
The posture ended up looking as if she had kissed him first, but Arzeletta smiled and welcomed his kiss.
“Ah…!”
Arzeletta, who was strongly pulled, was instantly laid under Ragnar’s body. Ragnar once again hunched his body over her, as if she was not even aware of the situation due to the strong force.
It was a kiss that felt as if they were mixing all of themselves together, with their entire bodies heated up.
The thirst for the act that they never got to, made even such a light kiss a desperate one.
A dull pain arose from the depths of his heart at the pitiful sighs Arzeletta was letting out.
Ragnar was slowly starting to feel his limit in enduring the daily goodbyes and the fact that Arzeletta had to hide her face like a fugitive and return to that shabby place after leaving his arms.
A shabby place. A low and dirty place.
A place that was not suitable for his Arzeletta.
A place where he had to grab her and lead her with his hands to save Arzeletta. And a place he would never have to look back at again.
That was all the evaluation Ragnar had for the slaughterhouse.
“…Really, stop, Yoseph is waiting.”
Arzeletta smiled and pushed him away, even while her cheeks were quickly turning a rosy pink.
It was a moment that was both frustratingly empty and ticklish.
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