If You’re Being Held Hostage, Wiggle the Carrot! - Chapter 115 🔞 - Home for a Moment

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“Hmph…”

He watched as the stiff body sank into a sobbing heap, then slowly twirled his finger around and pulled it out of his mouth.

Sticky saliva clung to his fingertip and followed it up to her sticky lips. Seeing it running like a thread, he leaned down and cut it off with a swift swipe of his tongue. Then he popped the wet finger into his mouth and sucked on it.

It was sweet — so sweet that the tip of his tongue tingled. He inhaled her bodily fluids on his finger in a state of ecstasy.

“Ha. This would be perfect with wine.”

Her saliva tasted like a dessert that would go well with bitter, not sweet, wine.

Maybe it was because Ruby had been drinking a lot next to him earlier? He drank more than usual and felt a little tipsy himself. He took off his stuffy jacket and vest and threw them on the floor. He pulled down his cravat and roughly tousled his hair.

Ivan looked at Ruby through reddened eyes, wet and disheveled, and then cupped her face in one hand, examining it closely.

The small, white face had a harmoniously proportioned nose, a rounded forehead, gentle slanting eyes, and full lips beneath delicate nostrils.

The overall impression is that of a herbivore, but when she opens its closed eyes and spreads her pouty lips, she exudes an uncanny strength that would make any carnivore look like an easy meal.

He was scrutinizing her so closely that he didn’t realize that he had bent so low that her nose was touching the tip of his own.

Or maybe he did realize it, but wanted to pretend he didn’t.

He felt nervous, like there was a line in the sand that only he could see. He knew he shouldn’t cross it, but his heart desperately wanted to.

Confused by mixed emotions, he crossed it anyway. He had alcohol as an excuse this time.

“Just a little, just a bit, just a taste, Ruby.”

It was only a split second before their lips, separated by the thickness of paper, touched. Ruby’s lips were much softer and more supple than they had felt when he touched them with his fingertips.

Their lips, which had been briefly touching, now met at an angle, and he began to invade her insides with ravenous abandon. His tongue licked at the soft flesh he had touched, and he pressed hard against it.

The mere act of probing her mouth sent shivers of excitement and exhilaration down his spine. Her breathing grew heavy, their breaths tangling in a heady wine-sweet haze. A moan escaped his lips.

As he explored her mouth in a trance, he reached out with both hands, grasping one of her rabbit ears and touching it.

He raised his fingertips to scratch the inside of the ear and tugged at the tip, pinching it.

Every time he did that, a groan escaped from her throat, but it was all sucked into his mouth without a trace.

His tongue began to sweep across her evenly spaced teeth. He licked as if he were counting the teeth and kept his eyes glued upon her face. He was checking her expression to see where she liked the most. At the same time, he put both of her ears in his hands and gently swept them up, scratching the roof of her mouth.

Suddenly, her eyelids went up. Red eyes stared blankly and unexpectedly into his, completely lost as to what was going on.