Chapter 215
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
“…I will tell everyone. Then, Your Grace will have no choice but to let me go.”
If people found out that Emilia had stayed in the back alleys of Delphora for a month, they would inevitably point fingers at her.
Whether he wanted it or not, people would talk freely.
“It doesn’t matter. If I sow my seed in you, then it’s my child. Who would believe that, other than me, another man’s child grew in you?”
“A month is not a short time.”
“Yes, it was long.”
Surprisingly, he nodded quietly.
“The time without you felt especially long.”
He buried his face against her chest, his arms loosening their tight grip.
“Promise me you won’t run away.”
Then maybe he’ll let her go. He was afraid that once she returned, she might run away again.
If Emilia disappeared from his side again, he might go mad.
Just the thought of it made his blood boil. Yet, he still wished that she wouldn’t leave him.
Even now, holding her, he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t need revenge or hatred.
Without Emilia, he was nothing. Her scent, her breath, her soft skin, and even her body flinching every time his hands touched her.
Even though she hated herself, she couldn’t push him away. It was he who made her leave.
“I’m not an object. I don’t have to be swayed anymore.”
“No.”
Mikhail placed his hand on her belly and spoke.
“We have a family now. I just have to try until you forgive me.”
“Ah…!”
“If it’s not my child, I’ll make it so that it can only be mine.”
“Please, don’t… ah…”
Emilia let out a soft moan as his fingers slipped between her thighs. It was obvious where his touch was headed.
His hand delved in without hesitation. His fingers traced her opening and the lewd sound of wetness filling the room.
“Hah…”
“You said you weren’t carrying a child, so this shouldn’t matter, right? If you had gotten pregnant before leaving me, you’d already be past the unstable phase by now.”
Mikhail carefully parted her glistening folds. He wanted nothing more than to spread her legs wide and bury himself inside her right then. Suppressing the urge, he clung to the last shreds of his restraint.
Instead, he trailed his lips up her neck.
“Whenever I caught even a hint of your rose scent, I searched for you like a madman.”
“…Don’t lie to me.”
She couldn’t imagine it. Emilia clutched his hair as he took a deep breath against her skin.
“Ah, stop…”
“Relax. I won’t put it in.”
His tenderness was unsettling. His touch was so intoxicating she couldn’t bring herself to push him away.
But she wasn’t naive enough to believe his promise. Unlike her, he was good at lying.
“Do whatever you want. This won’t change how I feel.”
“It will.”
He reached behind her, loosening the laces of her corset.
“You can deny it all you want, but our bodies fit together too well.”
She wanted to refute him but couldn’t.
“They say physical intimacy is dangerous.”
Ah, that was the problem from the start.
Emilia gripped his shoulders tightly.
He touched every inch of her without hesitation, as if he already knew her body by heart. His fingers sent sparks through her nerves.
Heat pooled in her body, and her dress slipped lower, exposing her b*****s.
He cupped one chest tenderly, lowering his mouth to lick. When his hot breath grazed her peaked n****e, she shuddered.
“Hah…!”
“If others have touched you, I’ll just erase their traces.”
“I—I told you no! I don’t want… anyone else.”
“But if it were you, I think I could bear it.”
Emilia’s eyes widened.
“Even if you fell for another man and carried his child, I’d accept it.”
How could that be okay? Her pupils trembled in disbelief.
But Mikhail truly meant it.
As long as she stayed by his side, he could forgive anything. As long as she didn’t leave, as long as she didn’t abandon him—he could endure it all.
“Call me a hypocrite if you want.”
He was clearly insane. Mikhail sucked at her b****t greedily.
“Ngh… ah…!”
Mikhail muttered something incoherent. He was so confused by his own words lost in the haze.
But one thing was certain—he couldn’t stand the thought of her going anywhere else. He wanted her by his side forever.
Slowly, possessively, he was branding her scent into his memory. He listened to every whimper and noticed every change in her body..
His movements quickened slightly, and her breaths grew ragged.
“Hah… ngh!”
The lewd sound of slick flesh rubbing together echoed like a sinful melody. The sweet scent of her skin teased his nose, and he bit his lip hard.
Before long, he laid Emilia down on the bed and spread her legs.
“Don’t… don’t do this! Stop—ah, ngh!”
He parted his lips and lavished attention on her opened folds.
“Hah… ah, ngh! D-Duke…”
A flicker of resentment rose in him for not calling his name in a month.
But if she had called for him now, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back.
Just watching her writhe and shudder in pleasure was enough to fill him with satisfaction.
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