Chapter 105
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
Mikhail chuckled softly.
Even if it were true, he allowed himself to be seduced.
‘It seems the Duke did tell her to seduce me.’
What had changed her mind? What was she hoping to gain from this?
Usually, she would take two steps back for every step forward, but this time she didn’t.
Her eyes met him directly, filled with a sharp intelligence. As if she believed what she sought was within his eyes.
Ah.
So that was it.
Mikhail could barely suppress his laughter. But he refrained from mocking Emilia, who was eagerly trying to confirm her suspicions.
Before he could laugh any louder, and before she could find out what she was searching for, he stopped himself.
Mikhail pressed his lips against hers. As he pushed his tongue into her mouth, exploring her depths, he covered her eyes with his large hand.
Their sweet saliva mingled. He grazed her teeth with his tongue, wrapping around hers, drawing soft moans from her lips.
“Hmm…”
She didn’t push him away, too guilty for having initiated this. Her grip on his collar tightened, her body tensed.
Mikhail pulled at her lips greedily, thrusting his tongue deeper, teasing her delicate mouth. He caught the saliva that came over.
He also made sure to grip the bookshelf firmly.
He knew she was the type to escape at the smallest opportunity, so he blocked any chance of retreat.
The moment she decided to seduce him, she should have considered this. She seemed out of breath and tried to push him away.
Mikhail reached down and grabbed her waist tightly.
“Remember, you’re the one who seduced me.”
“I thought you weren’t the type to fall for such seduction.”
“If a beast retains reason, then it’s a human, not a beast.”
“Ugh…”
Mikhail bit into her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, making her body writhe.
“Stop… Ah… Didn’t you say you hated being with me?”
Emilia tilted her head back, leaning against the bookshelf, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.
“Have you ever seen a beast be picky with its prey?”
Her breath hitched with a mix of anticipation and dread.
“If you get pregnant, even if you beg for it, I can’t do it.”
“…Do you really think I would have a child?”
Emilia exhaled slowly. Her breath catching as his words sent tingles down her neck.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t.”
“It’s your child; of course, it matters.”
“Emilia, what are you expecting from me?”
He grasped her chest so firmly it seemed like it would burst, her soft flesh bulging between his thick fingers.
Even through her thick clothing, she could feel his member pressing against her. The sensation was more pronounced with her vision blocked, and she bit her lip to suppress her reaction.
‘This wasn’t the plan.’
She had initiated this to see if there were golden ripples in his red eyes.
She thought the mutual hatred between them would prevent him from responding to her provocation.
It was a gamble born out of desperation.
Yet, he had fallen into it so easily.
Or did he fall for it at all?
The very idea of being with him was abhorrent, but she couldn’t deny the heat spreading wherever he touched.
“Ha.”
While her mind spun with confusion, her body surrendered to the moment.
He found her hard n–ples beneath her thin clothing, teasing them lightly. Despite the indirect touch, her body writhed.
“Ah… Ugh…”
A shiver ran through her, making her squirm.
“You’re still so sensitive. What if the servants passing by hear you?”
“Then… you should stop… Ah…”
Mikhail swiftly pulled down her loose clothing in one go. Her b*****s that were covered by thin clothing were exposed.
She felt a wave of embarrassment. Although this corner of the library was dim, she knew his eyes would see everything.
Or maybe it was brighter than she remembered. She couldn’t tell; her eyes were covered.
“Ugh, it’s so frustrating.”
“It’s better if you don’t see. Last time you looked in the mirror, you were excited.”
“Ah! Don’t say such things.”
“Then what should we talk about while we’re doing this? What kind of conversation do you think we should have?”
“At least… ngh, not this… not this kind of talk.”
His grip tightened as he massaged her n–ple.
“Ugh.”
“Then just make those moaning sounds.”
She leaned heavily against the bookshelf, barely able to stand. His heated hand moved from her chest down between her legs.
His other hand remained over her eyes.
It made her frustrated, but it also heightened her anticipation.
Despite knowing it was madness, she was already becoming wet.
As an itch built inside her, her legs pressed together instinctively. But his strong thigh pried them apart effortlessly.
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