Chapter 89
Unlike his firm, unyielding grip, which symbolized the power that had held her entire life captive, his kiss was soft. The hands gripping her body were strong, yet his caresses were gentle.
Arzeletta slightly tilted her head, responding to his kiss. Her ears grew warm. Her heart, given to another man, slowly began to warm without her knowing.
“……”
After clinging to each other for a long time, their lips parted slightly. When the firm tongue that had tenaciously licked inside withdrew, Arzeletta instinctively clung to him.
Her lips, wet with the man’s saliva, gleamed. Ragnar’s veins again harshly protruded at the sight of the maid’s slightly swollen lips, crushed and abraded by the long kiss, revealing a lovely tongue.
Haa, rough breaths mingled between their slightly parted lips. Her docile green eyes and his dimly burning violet eyes scanned each other as if to devour.
Both wore expressions as if they didn’t understand what was happening to them.
Their separation was brief; Arzeletta was soon swallowed by Ragnar again. Ragnar released Arzeletta’s arms and cupped the woman’s two cheeks. The woman’s hands, now free, rested on the man’s solidly muscled, bare chest.
Arzeletta’s slender, white hands explored, groping over the man’s heart. As if to confirm how the Lord’s heart, which seemed as cold as ice, was beating at this moment, how firm his manfully prominent neck was, and what temperature the warrior’s muscles were, flexing with each brush of her touch.
Arzeletta opened her breath toward Ragnar like someone who had swallowed a dangerous d**g.
“Lo-Lord.”
He, who had been kissing as if to drink all of Arzeletta’s warm moisture, gently bit her lips.
Her upper and lower lips, precariously close to being wounded. The stimulation was just enough to feel good, and fine hairs involuntarily stood up on Arzeletta’s shoulders. She raised her arms and wrapped them around Ragnar’s shoulders.
The Lord’s shoulders, which had been covered without the slightest gap by his Holy Knight uniform, were unbelievably broad and solidly angled.
“……”
Each time the maid’s touch brushed him, the Lord’s neck visibly pulsed. Soon, he lowered his face.
It was Arzeletta’s delicate nape, which almost always captured everyone’s gaze whenever she walked. Ragnar buried his lips in Arzeletta’s neck.
He then inhaled deeply. Like someone releasing a breath held for a long time.
Arzeletta carried no scent of blood, death, or curse. From her nape, as if freshly washed, came only the scent of new grass and clean earth.
The Holy Knight’s hand removed the maid’s black hair, which clung loosely to her nape. He placed his tongue on the blue veins visible beneath her translucent skin and stroked upwards.
“My Lord…”
Arzeletta gasped, calling his name.
That faint sound alone sparked flames in his mind.
“Now, how…”
“……”
“What should we do…?”
It was truly a question asked out of not knowing. Ragnar was equally without an answer.
The woman’s hand, touching his bare skin, was hot. It felt as if an indelible brand, in the exact shape of the maid’s hand, would be etched there forever.
What should we do now?
My Lord, what about us?
Ragnar realized that the maid’s question was the very same he had repeatedly asked himself countless times.
…What do you intend to do now?
“……”
Ragnar lifted Arzeletta’s arm and had her wrap it around his neck. Arzeletta’s hand, which had been precariously resting on his shoulder, now clung firmly to Ragnar’s neck.
“……!”
The knot binding the woman’s shoulders came undone. Slide, the knot easily loosened, just like the flimsy fabric. The black cloth flowed down from the woman’s shoulders.
In the place where the deep, night-like dress, thick with death and permeated by the blood of beasts, had slipped away, the incredibly white and beautiful nakedness of the maid was revealed.
The night breeze brushed over Arzeletta’s exposed white body. Arzeletta, offering her fully tilted nape to Ragnar, looked like a poor herbivore just hunted.
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