Chapter 24
Anne let out a long sigh. He should just call it revenge. That look in his eyes would suit that much better.
Meanwhile, Logan’s hands were busy. He grabbed her mound through her underwear with his palm. It might have been his imagination, but it felt slightly damp. The moment he noticed it, his breathing grew rough.
Anne hesitated for a moment.
Should she push him away, or not.
It wouldn’t be difficult to kick him off and walk out of the room. But what would be the point? If she did nothing, they would be married soon anyway.
As Logan pulled down the small piece of underwear, her last line of defense, he asked,
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing… really.”
Anne lied, feeling oddly guilty. Logan raised his eyes as if displeased.
“Try thinking before you act.”
“Yes, sure. I will.”
She had unintentionally become someone who lived without thinking, but Anne found the situation acceptable. It was far better than admitting she had been debating whether to punch the prince.
In any case, she had reached a conclusion.
Breaking their engagement was already out of the question. Then whether it happened now or a few months later didn’t make much difference. And, to be honest, she was a little curious. Male leads were supposed to be exceptional by default. Surely it would feel good, like in all those novels.
A sly smile spread across Anne’s face.
Logan shook his head.
His thoughts were not so different from hers. There was no longer any reason to insist on breaking the engagement, so there was nothing to hold back. She was going to be his wife soon anyway.
But unlike the desire that had already surged ahead, he had no idea where to start.
He had stripped off her underwear first, but… should he just insert like this?
Logan stared between her legs. Pale golden hair shimmered faintly in the dim candlelight.
He wanted to see further inside.
Without realizing it, he gulped.
At that moment, Anne raised one hand again.
“Um, may I make a suggestion?”
“What.”
“It’s a little embarrassing, but could you just take everything off…?”
She said it was embarrassing, but she spoke plainly. Honestly, she also wanted to change positions. The bed was wide and soft, so there was no reason to stay awkwardly perched at the edge.
Logan ran a rough hand through his hair at her attitude, which was far from shy.
“Ha, seriously…”
Dealing with Anne Agnes Avery made him feel like he was becoming an idiot himself.
Still, it wasn’t a bad suggestion.
Logan grabbed both sides of her waist and lifted her deeper onto the bed.
“Kyaah!”
Thrown into the middle of the bed, Anne let out a strange sound.
But the mattress was astonishingly soft. Her own bed was already top quality, yet what did the royal family use? She found herself thinking that instead of feeling any sense of danger.
Logan removed the robe he was wearing and tossed it to the floor.
As the naked man approached, Anne tensed slightly. Logan roughly tugged at the ribbon at her waist.
“No, wait!”
The ribbon had been tightened to the limit, and pulling it like that made it hard to breathe. Anne slapped at the back of his hand. Logan awkwardly pulled his hand away. Having barely recovered, Anne let out a long breath.
“You have to loosen it one side at a time! Haven’t you ever undressed a woman before?”
“No.”
Ah, gotcha. Actually, it would be worse if he had.
Anne suddenly became generous, her tone turning gentle.
“Start from the outer side. Pull the looser part… there, that’s right.”
He did as he was told, but for some reason it irritated him. With a sullen expression, Logan loosened and untied the ribbon.
Meanwhile, Anne lay back comfortably, her limbs relaxed as if offering herself up. There was no tension in her attitude at all.
Annoyed, Logan flipped her skirt up again.
Buried under the voluminous dress, she flailed her arms.
“Hey, what are you doing!”
Logan decided he would no longer listen to Anne Agnes.
He grabbed both her knees and spread them wide. As the hidden place opened and cool air touched her, Anne kicked her feet.
“At least let me get undressed first… ah!”
Logan lowered his lips between her legs.
He intended to return the favor.
What kind of feeling was it, to suddenly have someone’s mouth there.
Soft lips, and a warm tongue slipping between her folds.
At the unfamiliar sensation, strength rushed into Anne’s knees. For a moment, she almost kicked him away.
But Logan, unaware he had nearly died just now, wrapped his arms around her thighs and pressed his face in even closer.
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