Mr. Kadan in the Deep Forest - Chapter 58

She traced the prominent shape with featherlight kisses until her teeth caught on a trouser button. One by one, she worked them open with her mouth alone. It wasn’t easy but she didn’t use any hand. His breath grew sharper with each click.

When the last button gave way, his c**k sprang free, slapping against her stinging lips. Luna licked them, savoring the burn, before parting her mouth for the swollen head. Judging from the tang of the precum, he was as excited as she was.

“Hoo, Luna… there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask.”

“Mmph?”

Sucking on him like candy, Luna responded only with soft nasal sounds as she took him deeper. When her cheeks hollowed dramatically, Kadan cupped her face and thrust upward.

“When I was gone—”

The question burned his tongue—Did you suck another man like this?—but he swallowed it down.

After all, Luna’s behavior had changed. She’d always been honest. Her attempts at seduction were limited to shyly spreading her legs.

Yet here she was, tracing the outline of his c**k through his pants with her lips teasing him with bold flicks of her tongue.

Has someone taught her these tricks? Faces flashed through his mind—the scheming king, the knights, even Ruth. Jealousy and anger coiled tight in his gut. Before he could stop himself, he bucked upward into her tight throat.

“Ghk—!”

The sudden roughness made her choke. Her knuckles whitened against his silk pants as she trembled violently. Tears welled beneath her blindfold and spilled over. It had been too long since she swallowed a man and her throat refused to relax.

When a teardrop hit his fingers, Kadan froze. Damn it. He released her head and stilled his hips. Cough—cough—! Luna trembled and gasped for breath.

Wiping her tears away, Kadan regretted his roughness. This wasn’t how a forest keeper—let alone a prince—should act. Petty jealousy had turned him into someone he despised.

He opened his mouth, then shut it. Pride choked the confession: Becoming a prince left him only his pride, and now he was drowning in jealousy.

Kadan muttered curses in Inut and stormed to the fountain and plunged in. Water sloshed around his knees as he splashed his face.

“Cough—Kadan?”

Luna turned toward the splashing. Her parted red lips looked worried beneath the blindfold.

After brushing back his soaked hair, Kadan guided her to the fountain’s edge, seating her where the water could lap at her skirt and calves.

Then he knelt before her, not caring of his soaked trousers.

Kneeling was foreign to him—especially after becoming a prince. Looking back, he’d only ever done it for Inut combat stances… and when burying his face between Luna’s thighs. This, decidedly, was the latter.

Kadan gathered the damp hem of Luna’s skirt, draping her legs over his shoulders with. The speed of which he buried his face between her thighs like a beast claiming prey. Her intoxicating musk could be felt through the thin fabric of her undergarments.

He immediately peeled aside the soaked cloth and captured her c**t between his lips. Just as Luna had taken him into her mouth earlier, he also sucked her swollen bud deep. The shy little nub came out of its shell and grew bigger for caressing. His fingers circled her dripping entrance while he rolled the nub with his tongue.

‘He’s being so gentle suddenly… It still feels good even if he put it in roughly.’

His unexpected tenderness made her feel relieved, his anger must’ve subsided. This pleasure wasn’t a summer storm, but more of a spring breeze. It was light yet maddening. Her body arched, craving more.

Then his tongue came into her. The pointed tip mapped every fold. Her own scent mingled with his inside. It gave a strange sense of possessiveness to Kadan. He inserted his tongue deeper.

“Haaah—!”

When Luna’s head fell back, the blindfold slipped.

‘Where… is this?’

Through a dazzling white haze, Luna caught sight of the blue sky and the sculpture crowning a fountain. She quickly lowered her gaze. The image of a drenched Kadan, his head buried between her thighs, was far too provocative.

Droplets from his wet hair clung to his long eyelashes. His sharp, intense gaze, framed by furrowed brows, first fixated on her most secret place before slowly rising to meet Luna’s eyes.

The moment their eyes locked, Luna couldn’t look away. His sculpted features, more breathtaking than the masterpiece atop the fountain, held her frozen in place then she turned her head away.

‘No. I have to stay focused.’