Chapter 29
Claude leaned back slightly against the sofa’s backrest, his gaze fixed on Felice sitting across from him.
Though she began speaking with confidence, her start was slow. Her full red lips were pressed into a straight line, and her restless green eyes were focused on the low table between the sofas.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, seeming to consume time. But unlike before, Felice showed no signs of anxiety—she sat quietly and calmly in the silence.
Claude’s gaze slowly traveled from her hair to her forehead, then to her lips.
Her light brown hair resembled slender tree branches, making her lips at the tips look like ripe red fruit.
Unconsciously swallowing, Claude imagined their taste. That luscious fruit must be soft and sweet. If the dormant flesh slipped out of its skin and slowly grazed his teeth, then caught by his tongue, he could be addicted to that flavor for life.
“Ha…”
A low sigh escaped Claude’s lips, disturbed by the chaotic thoughts swirling in his head.
Having already tasted, he could barely contain himself. Just gazing at her lips once made a tingling ache spread below.
As Claude licked his lips involuntarily, Felice suddenly stood.
“Claude.”
Felice said, rising from her seat.
“If a woman likes you, surely she would have asked to see you first?”
Her clear green eyes softened as she looked at him. During the silence, Felice seemed to be thinking of some imaginary woman.
“And after the meeting, she would have sat beside you like this.”
Felice, who hadn’t imagined Claude would get so aroused just from seeing her lips, stepped forward and sat next to him.
The closer distance brought her scent to envelop Claude. Simultaneously, the tightly buttoned collar at her neck stirred some inexplicable urge in him—as if a child impatient to see a carefully wrapped present.
“She would probably sit close and reach out to you.”
With slow words, Felice’s hand touched Claude’s robe.
If the loosely tied robe’s sash came undone, the sight of what lay beneath, eagerly awaiting, would soon be revealed. But Felice would not loosen it herself.
“Claude, it would be best if you remain still like now. Don’t reject, but receive her advances as if accepting.”
Turning to face Claude, backed by the window, Felice slowly traced his face with her rounded green eyes.
Her hand on his chest tightened.
“Claude.”
Mimicking that imaginary woman, Felice called his name in a softer voice than usual.
The moment Claude saw her lips part as she called his name, he lost control.
“Ugh.”
Claude suddenly pulled Felice’s nape and swallowed her lips in one bite.
He bit gently like savoring fruit, then fully sucked her lips as if to consume her breath entirely.
“Haah… Cl-Cl… ugh.”
Startled, Felice grabbed his arm and let out a faint sound.
Claude’s eyes narrowed fiercely as if thirsty, and he continued devouring her lips. The more he tasted, the harder it was to stop.
Claude invaded her mouth with his tongue, teasing and pressing every corner, exploring every inch.
Once unleashed, his desire was uncontrollable.
His hand slid slowly down her nape along her spine, stopping at her waist.
Feeling the delicate skin completely trapped in his grip, he straightened his half-reclined upper body on the sofa.
“Claude!”
Felice gasped, pushing his chest hard in alarm. Claude paused briefly, unyielding as ever, at her call.
“Haa, haa… wait a moment, Claude.”
Relieved that he had stopped, Felice exhaled shallow breaths and looked up at him.
“Claude, right now…”
But she couldn’t continue.
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