Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 42

As Dante tilted his head slightly, he leaned in closer. Before their lips touched, his breath reached her first. Hansel’s blue eyes fluttered shut as his sharp crimson gaze, framed by long lashes, drew near. The moment was too intimate, too vivid, and she instinctively closed her eyes.

If he had been overtaken by lust, she might have been overwhelmed or even panicked. But instead, everything about him—his breath, his scent, his movements—felt deliberate, etched in sharp detail.

His lips met hers. The kiss was hesitant, as if he were afraid she might melt under too much pressure. The barely-there brush of lips sent a shiver down her spine. Without realizing it, Hansel clenched the fabric of her skirt tightly in her hands.

The fleeting kiss melted away like frost under a spring sun. Hansel felt as though she’d been holding her breath for an eternity, her chest rising and falling heavily.

She exhaled softly as he pulled back, opening her eyes slowly—only to freeze.

He had barely moved away, lingering so close that their noses could touch with a single breath. The distance was far too intimate to call it ‘pulling away’. Hansel’s ocean-like blue eyes darted nervously, trying to look anywhere but at him.

And yet, there it was again. That mesmerizing light in his crimson eyes, shifting like a spellbinding swirl of colors.

“Now…”

His deep, husky voice broke the silence, brushing against her lips like a caress.

“Show me. What’s next.”

The sweetness of his voice teased her lips, and Hansel swallowed dryly, her gaze fixed on him. Still holding her cheeks in his large hands, he waited. Gently, she placed her hands over his and spoke softly.

“Could you kiss me again? But this time, don’t pull away so quickly…”

Without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers once more. It was bolder this time, though still a featherlight pressure. Even so, the sensation was vivid and tender.

This time, Hansel didn’t pull away. Instead, she tentatively brushed her tongue against his lips. She felt him tense under the unexpected move, his body stiffening as if caught off guard. Oddly, his reaction eased her nerves.

Gripping his wrist lightly for support, Hansel tilted her head, grazing his lower lip with her teeth. His lips felt soft, like marshmallows, as she gently nibbled on them.

Soon, she became engrossed in the act, awkwardly but eagerly exploring the feel of his lips. Every slight flinch or shudder from him sent a thrill through her. It felt like she was in control of this impossibly strong man.

Eventually, Dante began to follow her lead. He tilted his head slightly, parting his lips just enough for her to deepen the kiss. Hansel’s lips brushed against his, her tongue darting out to lightly suck on his.

At that, Dante pulled back, just a fraction. He still cupped her face, but his gaze burned into hers as he murmured against her lips.

“I get it now.”

He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, like a period at the end of a sentence.

“I need to taste you.”

His words made her cheeks flush, and before she could respond, he tilted his head again and kissed her repeatedly. This time, he mimicked her earlier actions, occasionally licking her lips or gently nipping at them. Hansel found herself flustered, her body jolting slightly at each gesture. His lips quirked into a faint, amused smile.

Then, after several light kisses, his tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring gently but deeply. Hansel stiffened, her grip on his wrist tightening, but he withdrew just as she started to react.

Breathless, Hansel stared at him, her lips slightly parted, her face flushed.

It was disorienting. Dante was undoubtedly inexperienced, just like her. It was his first kiss too. And yet, how had he become so adept so quickly?

Ashamedly, she realized her underwear was already damp.

Dante’s smile deepened, his crimson eyes glinting mischievously.

“What do you call this?”

Hansel’s heart pounded wildly at his curved gaze. Unable to muster an excuse or denial, she answered in a daze.

“A… deep kiss.”

“A deep kiss. It feels nice,” he murmured, licking his lips slowly.

The sight was so sensual that Hansel felt lightheaded. He gazed down at her, his voice soft and coaxing.

“And you? Did you like it?”

Hansel’s cheeks flared a deep red. How could something as simple as a kiss feel more intimate than the other things they had done? Bowing her head, she nodded lightly.

“…I liked it. A lot.”

“Then let’s do it again.”