My Ruin to You - Chapter 254

Valen clicked his tongue briefly and nodded, straightening his back. Then, just as he had when they entered the drawing-room, he scooped Roseline up into his arms. Her brief moment of startled struggle subsided quickly. Remembering the situation from earlier, Roseline relaxed her body and wrapped her arms around his neck. If he were the type to put her down if she asked, he wouldn’t have picked her up in the first place, so cooperating to make it less strenuous for him was the right choice. Finally, he released his mana too.

“So well-behaved.”

He murmured as if praising her, lifting Roseline in his arms. His steps were hurried. Leaving the drawing-room, he ordered a steward pacing the corridor to let no one up to the third floor. Roseline, feeling unnecessarily embarrassed like a thief with a guilty conscience, buried herself deeper in his embrace. A hot sigh scattered her hair. Whether it was her imagination or not, the hand supporting her bottom also felt hot.

His posture was stable, but his pace was swift. He utilized his long legs to the fullest, taking the stairs two or three steps at a time. Until the bedroom door opened, Roseline worried incessantly. Is this right? Is this okay?

“…It doesn’t seem right.”

That’s why it was only after she was laid down on the bed that Roseline timidly voiced her opinion. Valen, who had taken off Roseline’s shoes and thrown them to the floor, looked back at her. Roseline propped herself up on her elbows, hesitantly raising her torso.

“Why, don’t you want to?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…”

“Tell me if you don’t want to. I’ll stop.”

Contrary to the affectionate voice that suggested he would stop immediately if she refused, the hands pushing her down onto the bed showed no such restraint.

“W-wait a moment. Are you really alright?”

“I think I’ll be even more alright if you just cooperate.”

He pulled Roseline into an embrace and tugged at the strings of her dress. But before the strings could even come fully undone, Valen’s patience wore thin, and he ultimately chose the easier path. Riiip. Tch. The thin fabric tore wretchedly in his large, bony-knuckled hands. As the formless cloth slid down her slender frame, a viscous gaze followed it.

“……”

Roseline quickly raised her arms to cover her chest. Her naive notion, unaware that the crushed curve of her b*****s beneath her arms only drew his gaze more, further enticed him. Valen licked his lips, then completely stripped the dress tangled around Roseline’s hips and threw it to the floor. Then, he spread her smooth legs wide and pushed himself between them.

“Huaaat…!”

Roseline’s eyes widened. He yanked his own shirt open with force, baring his chest over her thin negligee, and bit down on her b****t. Pop, pop-pop. Buttons flew off as he roughly tore the shirt away and threw it aside. Each time his tongue licked, sucked, and rolled over her n****e, sounds too embarrassing to hear heated the midday bedroom.

“Mmh, hmmmm…….”

Roseline bit her lips, grinding them, and swallowed the moans that threatened to escape. By the time her negligee was damp with his saliva, the hand stroking the curve of her waist moved downward. He pushed the cumbersome fabric aside and slid a finger into the tight hole.

Hiiik.

Gasping for air, Roseline pushed against his shoulders and twisted her waist. But because his hooked finger churned her insides, the more she moved, the more intense the stimulation became.

“You cry well from the top, and you cry well from the bottom.”

When the thickly pooled fluid trickled down, soaking his palm, he pulled his finger out with a slick sound. He also detached his lips from the b****t he’d been sucking and biting as if reluctant. The e***t n****e, visible through the transparent, soaked fabric, looked quite enticing.

Valen’s eyes narrowed. Her face, still marked by tears, her hair fanned widely over the pillow, and her body, laid bare—he slowly imprinted the sight he had loved and still loved onto his eyes before sitting up.

“So, it means you like it.”

Valen licked the finger drenched in her juices. Roseline, who had been glancing at him, had pupils that shook violently. Unlike Roseline, who acted as if it were their first time, everything awkward and embarrassing, he remained consistent, then and now.

“I-I’ll take it off myself!”

When Valen grabbed the hem of the negligee riding up her thighs, Roseline hurriedly stopped him. If she didn’t, it was obvious he would tear it again.

“Sorry. I’m a bit impatient.”

He peeled off Roseline’s hand gripping his wrist and, instead of removing or tearing the negligee, pushed it up. Then, without giving her a moment to protest, he buried his face between her legs.

“Hmm, hiiit, ah, Your Highness, wai…, mmm.”

Pinning Roseline’s squirming thighs down firmly and spreading them, he drank up all the fluid flowing from her entrance. His high nose bridge rubbed against her swollen peak, and as his thick flesh plundered her insides, gushes of liquid poured out. Still unsatisfied, the man demanded more, licking and ravaging her tender flesh until Roseline was on the verge of breaking.