Chapter 39
Felice grasped Claude’s firm arm with her hand and slightly parted her lips. His glossy lips looked like they could devour her any moment, and the burning blue in his eyes seemed to reflect a similar expression on her own face.
She quickly averted her gaze from Claude’s eyes—if she saw her own face there, she might get swept away by the atmosphere herself.
Taking a labored breath, Felice whispered softly,
“You, you have to hold back.”
The room was so quiet that even that whisper echoed clearly, but Claude held her waist tightly and sealed his lips as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
Stubbornly, Felice waited for him to respond to her words.
“…Ugh.”
But the response came from somewhere else. Something pressed gently against Felice’s stomach, moving slightly. A small sound escaped her lips, but she bit her own firmly.
No matter how long she had to wait, she wouldn’t back down. Clenching her thigh tightly as if to strengthen her resolve, she steadied herself.
“Haa…”
The silence grew long, and Felice let out a warm sigh.
She felt like she would collapse if she lost focus even a little.
Her lips were parched and needed constant wetting from her tongue, but the room was heavy and humid like a summer day.
Even places not touching her skin seemed to radiate his heat, and Felice swallowed nervously as she waited for his answer.
“Miss Felice.”
Suddenly, Claude’s hand brushed her waist, and Felice shuddered. Goosebumps ran down her spine and spread over her entire body.
In the quiet room, Claude’s voice was infinitely gentle, and his soft call carried warm breath.
“At the learning stage, you have to fail sometimes, don’t you? That way, you won’t make mistakes in the real thing.”
Claude’s voice, like a devil’s whisper, clouded her judgment.
Like walking through a misty forest, Felice’s mind was gradually consumed by his voice.
His hand on her waist became more blatant in its movements.
“Cl-Claude… this is…”
Grasping a fleeting thread of reason, Felice looked up to meet his eyes. Just before confronting her reflection in Claude’s gaze and saying this wasn’t a lesson, his lips touched her nose.
That action stopped Felice’s thought process entirely. Standing frozen with parted lips, she forgot how to breathe.
His lips slowly moved down from her nose to her mouth.
Every tiny hair reacted to his warmth, making her fingertips tingle. Just before his lips fully met hers, Claude stopped.
Their eyes briefly met, and she saw herself reflected in his blue eyes.
Her flushed face showed clear tension, while her green eyes held eager anticipation. Though her body stiffened with nervousness, she did not push him away.
“Breathe, Felice.”
At the command filled with burning heat, Felice exhaled the breath she had been holding.
At the same time, Claude’s tongue slid through her half-open lips. The wet sound of their lips meeting was stickier than ever.
Unconsciously, Felice wrapped her arms around Claude’s neck and mingled her tongue with his, swallowing his lips.
“Haa… Cl-Claude.”
Her head tilted completely back under his rough kiss.
“Hn.”
His lips wandered slowly down her neck. Each kiss along her neckline, Felice gave soft moans.
“Haa… hmm.”
Before she knew it, her back rested against the wall as she breathed heavily.
Her head felt dizzy.
Claude’s blonde hair brushed against her collarbone, clouding her vision. His leg slid between hers, supporting her.
Feeling a sudden stimulation, Felice gripped his shoulder tightly.
“Haa…”
After a long moment resting on her collarbone, Claude lifted his head. His way downward was blocked by the neat collar of her clothes.
His hand reached for the front of Felice’s collar.
Feeling his hand motioning to unbutton it, Felice froze instantly.
Her sharp breathing and wavering green eyes fixed on Claude’s hand.
She clenched her fists and trembled. She was torn between fear of the unknown and the pleasure coursing through her body.
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