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Part 2. Knight Commander Carlton

“Please…”

Her renewed tears and pleading made Carlton move as if bewitched, driven purely by instinct.

He removed the cloak he’d been wearing against the cold and wrapped it around Edith. Part of him was worried about the lightly dressed young lady in the chilly air, but another part wanted to hide her completely—not a single strand of hair visible—in case someone saw.

“Sir Knight, not the banquet hall… please…”

Wrapped in the cloak and held in the over-six-foot-tall knight commander’s arms, Edith leaned against his chest, murmuring almost petulantly.

“Worry not, my lady,” he soothed.

Holding her, Carlton left the central garden and headed toward the knights’ quarters. With his entire order on duty at the banquet tonight, the barracks would surely be empty. While perhaps humble in a noble lady’s eyes, the rooms were decently appointed, so he judged it suitable.

Entering his bedroom hastily, Carlton suppressed his instincts, trying to be considerate as he carefully laid Edith down on the bed.

Or tried to.

But before he could, Edith, perhaps still not free from her panic, thrashed and clung to him, unwilling to be set down. To Carlton, it looked like nothing less than an urging. Enough to snap the last thread of his reason.

“Haah… ngh, hff…”

The moment their lips met, Carlton’s large tongue immediately sought to tangle with Edith’s soft one. The wet, slick sounds of their tongues meeting filled the room.

Pinned beneath the man, Edith’s chin was held in his large hand as her lips were devoured by his predatory kiss. Even with her small lips stretched wide, they seemed insufficient to receive his tongue. When saliva began to trickle down her chin, he allowed not a single drop, licking it away before working his jaw to push his tongue deeper, filling her mouth completely.

All the while, with one hand cradling the back of her head and the other still gripping her chin, he fumbled behind her back for the laces of her corset. Unfamiliar with them, his frustrated, rough gestures nearly tore the stubborn laces apart.

“Stop… ngh… I can’t breathe…”

“Haah, forgive me.”

Even after breaking the kiss, Carlton seemed reluctant. He pressed his lips to her nose, each cheek, her forehead—each touch punctuated by a soft sound—before pulling away.

Reflected in his deeply sunken russet eyes, Edith looked overwhelmed by the kiss, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, her sweat-damp bangs a disheveled mess plastered to her cheeks.

Her face, pale enough to be called wan, was now flushed—her cheeks a deep red, lips parted the same hue as she panted heavily. Seeing her like this was driving Carlton mad.

Gnash.

Excited by the sight, he clenched his teeth hard, trying to hold back this surging, dangerous emotion.

She was too lewd. So lewd that a desire to break her began to swell in his chest.

At the white nape of her neck, exposed through the haphazardly torn dress.

At the soft-looking b*****s, not too large nor too small.

The thought of roughly exploring the pale pink n*****s, wondering if they held any color, was beginning to dominate his mind.

He wanted to suck her skin with his lips, memorize her scent, and leave marks that said she was his.

After leaving marks, he wanted to push between her legs, rock her roughly, hold her close, and leave his existence inside her.

Having already cast aside reason, Carlton’s mind was filled only with the instinct to make this woman his.

He decided to act on his thoughts immediately.

Licking his way up from her chin to her neck, he buried his face deep in the nape of her neck. A faint, floral scent of her skin seemed to waft up. As his nose and lips moved, sucking in her scent, red flowers bloomed on the white canvas of her skin.

“Haah… you smell of flowers, my lady. It’s driving me insane…”

“Ah…!”

Whatever Carlton said, Edith only shivered, the sensation strange and ticklish. She twisted her body, trying to escape the unfamiliar feeling.

In response, Carlton wrapped one arm around her slender waist and urgently took her b****t into his mouth. Her small lips parted, letting out a short cry. As her n****e was rolled by his tongue and then sucked hard, Edith’s waist trembled violently.

A strange sensation, like a tingling from her toes to the back of her knees, intensified each time her n****e was nipped, sending shivers to her lower abdomen. It felt as if a secret place was growing damp.

“Ah, this feels… hngk! So strange…!”

Edith felt a simultaneous urge to escape and a desperate thirst for more. It was frightening, as if continuing to feel this way would paralyze her mind.

When Carlton’s tongue, which had been sucking and pulling at her n*****s as if drawing out honey, finally released them, the small, hidden buds were swollen, e***t, and glistening.