Chapter 82
Elia neither denied nor affirmed anything. To reminisce about beautiful times before the changed Cyrone was foolish. Instead, Elia hurriedly wiped away the tears that flowed as a habit.
“Don’t make me ask twice, Elia.”
But Cyrone showed no intention of backing down. His voice, now colder, whispered into her ear.
“What on earth is in that little head of yours?”
Pressing gently between her brows, Cyrone asked again. Elia, who was always reserved, was now nearly silent all the time. Cyrone found this strange. Both bothersome and oddly pleasing.
Seeing her stubbornly keep her lips sealed, he thought maybe it was better she said nothing than to have him boiling inside. Still, as he persistently gazed at her, Elia finally parted her lips with a hoarse voice.
“…I thought of someone I miss.”
Cyrone’s eyes narrowed sharply, his emotionless gaze slicing down at Elia.
“Someone you miss, huh? So you were thinking of me.”
Though he asked, Elia couldn’t bring herself to answer. To be longing for Cyrone in front of Cyrone himself was bitterly ironic, making her laugh dryly.
Yet Cyrone stubbornly grabbed her chin, locking her gaze with his.
“Why? Cyrone is right here, in front of your eyes.”
Cyrone sneered as he retorted. Elia wanted to shake her head fiercely and tell him he was absolutely not Cyrone. Not the one she loved.
“Keep that head of yours filled only with me. Don’t have foolish thoughts.”
Sensing her feelings, Cyrone warned coldly. Elia deliberately averted her eyes, unwilling to face what she feared to hear.
“I’m very disappointed. You’re the only one who knows my name and still lives.”
Cyrone chuckled lowly. Watching him, Elia bit her lips hard as if she had forgotten how to speak. Then Cyrone forced his fingers between her lips.
“Let’s see if I can make you say my name, even if by force.”
“…Ugh.”
Cyrone’s hand ruthlessly explored inside her mouth.
Mounted atop her, he crushed his lips against hers fiercely. Elia shook her head at the saliva flooding her tongue, but it was useless. The stronger she resisted, the more searing his kiss became, making the roots of her tongue tingle.
“Hahh…”
Only when Cyrone’s lips finally left hers could Elia gasp for air. His mouth moved to her ear. Her lips gave a helpless moan.
With a rough tug, he ripped Elia’s flimsy dress open. She flinched at the sudden bareness and her shoulders hunched.
“…Ah.”
His tongue licked the pale swell of Elia’s b****t. The sensation of his saliva and the tip of his tongue blurred her vision. His fingers trailed down her stomach, slipping between her thighs.
“Nnh, Ah!”
She tried to clamp her legs shut, but it was futile. If anything, it only spurred him on. His touch grew more insistent, teasing the sensitive heat. The room was filled with obscene, sticky sounds. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
“Ah—!”
His fingers plunged deeper. Elia took shallow breaths at the intrusion. The sensation of her walls around his knuckles was maddening.
“I guess you’re finally ready to open up for me?”
Elia hastily covered her mouth, but Cyrone only smirked before nipping at her inner thigh. The sharp sting made her jerk.
“You’re wet. Can you feel it?”
Cyrone asked teasingly. Her liquid dripped down her thighs, echoing lewd squelch in her ears. Shame burned through her at her body’s honest reaction. There was nothing she could do. Elia’s body was leaning into his touch like it belonged to him.
“Hah, hah…”
As he couldn’t bear it anymore, Cyrone undid his pants. His manhood sprang against her stomach. The sight alone was dizzying, how could something so massive have fit inside her?
“Touch it. See how much I want you.”
He guided her trembling hand to wrap around his girth. Her grip was shaky around the flesh that had swelled largely.
“…Ngh!”
Cyrone groaned through clenched teeth. It was a groan like a wild beast. Elia instinctively moved her hand around the pillar. The faster her hand moved, the rougher his groans became.
“Cyrone would love seeing you like this.”
His words were murky against his bit lips.
Discussion
1 CommentEr_amaral26@
I thought that when Rias cut his wrists that his blood would fix the problem, since they shared the same bloodline. But was that not it? Did he just k!ll himself for nothing then? When will Cyrone be back? This is just disturbing and wrong