Chapter 67
“Haa… mmph.”
Felice wrapped her arms around Claude’s neck. Neither knew who started it, but their lips met hungrily, heads tilting back and forth.
“Haa…”
Felice let out a shaky moan as she gasped for air, while Claude caught her waist and guided her feet onto the tops of his own. The forest path was too open for him to let his desires show completely. Step by step, he walked her forward, Felice’s body naturally following his lead.
Bathed in sunlight at first, the two soon slipped beneath the shadow of a large tree.
Their lips finally parted for a moment, and Claude gazed down at her. Her pale, water-speckled face was flushed with heat, and damp hair clung to her cheeks and forehead. In Felice’s sparkling green eyes, Claude could see the same desire reflected back at him.
Her parted, reddened lips softly called his name, and a surge of uncontrollable emotion washed over him.
He kissed her again—again and again, unable to satisfy the thirst burning inside him, his tongue tracing between her teeth, caressing her mouth. Even when he finally pulled back, his tongue traced down her jaw, trailing along the wet skin of her neck.
Claude kissed her collarbone, following the droplets on her skin, and as he went lower, Felice’s fingers tightened around him, but this time, it wasn’t with fear.
Finally, at her collarbone, Claude nipped and pressed kisses through the wet fabric of her dress, then cupped her b****t.
“Ah…!”
Felice moaned and clutched his shoulders.
Her reaction was even more intense thanks to the thin summer fabric. Claude’s gaze was thick with desire as he watched her, kneading her b****t through her clothes.
“The fifth lesson… haah… is this it, now?”
Felice asked, her eyelashes fluttering, breathless.
Claude felt himself nearly lose control. Was she really just being a teacher, even now?
If so, why did she say that, in a moment like this?
There was only one answer he could give, no matter how confused he was.
“…Yes. Let’s begin now.”
Gritting his teeth, Claude slipped his leg between the folds of her dress, pushing her back gently until she was pressed against the tree. His hands roamed her chest through the soaked fabric.
“Haa…”
Felice pressed her nails into his shoulders, her brows knit together, but she didn’t resist him. If anything, as the leaves rustled and the sunlight flickered in her eyes, it seemed like the same longing he felt was mirrored in her gaze.
Claude watched every reaction carefully, his hands growing bolder. Through the thin material, her n*****s grew hard beneath his fingers. When he flicked them a few times, Felice bit her lip and clung to his shoulders.
That’s right—if it’s a lesson, then make it a lesson.
Claude arched a brow.
“Oh, Felice…”
His voice drifted in a bittersweet sigh.
“Don’t bite your lips. Right now, everything you are belongs to me, understand? So you have to take care of what’s mine.”
Felice parted her lips and nodded, obediently yielding to his words.
But when Claude flicked her n****e again, she couldn’t help it—her teeth sank into her lip as a moan escaped.
“Hnn…”
“Ah, I told you not to do that.”
Claude gently frowned.
“Hnn… okay…”
Felice’s voice was breathy and low.
“If you can’t hold back, I’ll have to undo the buttons in the back.”
Claude whispered into her ear, his hand rolling her n****e between his fingers. Felice, half-lidded, moaned and nodded.
Just when it seemed he’d go further, Claude suddenly nipped her earlobe, leaving it slick with his tongue before gently biting it. Felice shuddered.
Seizing the moment, Claude dragged his nails down her side.
Again, Felice bit her lower lip, unable to stifle her moan.
“Oh, Felice. There you go biting your lip again…”
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