Chapter 22
My Purifier.
Sylaria shivered faintly at the title, filled with possessiveness and desire.
Across both her past and current lives, had anyone ever so desperately yearned for her?
Had there ever been anyone who wanted and longed for only her?
“Euclid.”
Sylaria placed her hand over Euclid’s, which was gripping her necklace. At her touch, the broad man’s shoulders flinched slightly.
Euclid’s blond hair, soaked by the rain, had darkened to the color of cork. Yet still, he looked almost impossibly, unrealistically beautiful.
Such a beautiful man desired Sylaria.
And yet, he treated her with such care and caution that he could not even bring himself to say he wanted her first.
“Say it.”
“I’ll give you what you want, so you give me what I want too.”
“As you command.”
Euclid replied at once, as if he had been waiting for her words. Sylaria gave him a captivating smile and placed her hand on his shoulder.
Then she gently pulled Euclid toward her. Reading her signal, he leaned deeply into her.
At last, their hot lips and soft breaths met. At first, their lips only brushed together lightly, but soon parted, spilling forth heated desire.
As their tongues intertwined, a deep purple light bloomed everywhere their bodies touched.
“Damn…”
As the purification took place, the aroused Euclid let out a curse and a heavy breath.
With Sylaria much smaller compared to his own large frame, he lifted her high into his arms. Then, making her wrap her legs around his thick waist, he continued the kiss.
“Mnnh…”
Caught off guard and raised into the air, Sylaria panted as they kissed.
Euclid’s kiss was ravenous, honest, and also… greedy.
Even so, she did not dislike it.
He was courteous, careful, and also prudent.
‘I’m going crazy.’
Between her legs, the ticklishness grew to a throbbing ache. She couldn’t stay still. She wanted to rub her most intimate place against something.
Surely, this must be a sensation passed on from Euclid. But he seemed preoccupied only with exploring the inside of her mouth.
If that was the case, then wasn’t this a desire she was feeling on her own, not something coming from Euclid?
‘No, that can’t be.’
Sylaria was certain. He wanted her. Even if he pretended otherwise, he was yearning for her.
Sylaria slowly released one of her hands from Euclid’s shoulder. Since he was holding her so securely, she felt stable even without both hands clinging to him.
Her long, fair fingers trailed down from Euclid’s shoulder, over his solid chest, and slowly down the curves of his muscular abdomen.
Euclid did not stop Sylaria’s unabashed touch. Far from it, he seemed desperate to press his body closer to her hand.
And when Sylaria’s hand reached his center—
“Nngh…!”
Euclid grimaced and gasped for breath. Even though she had only barely, so very lightly, touched him.
“Haa, ha…”
He heaved, burying his nose in the nape of her neck as he struggled to steady his breathing.
His nape, visible through his damp blond hair, was flushed red. The ever-composed First Prince was nowhere to be found. There was only a young man, flustered by his first experience of desire.
It was a side of Euclid that only Sylaria had seen. That fact only excited her more.
Sylaria lightly grasped his hot, heavy center over his clothes.
The thing, so large it couldn’t be encircled with one hand, swelled with every touch.
“Haa, please…”
His voice, hoarse with need, slipped from between Euclid’s lips. One by one, his strong knees buckled, and in the end, he sank onto the surface of the holy water.
Even then, he struggled not to let Sylaria slip from his grasp. The veins on the back of his hands, which held her, stood out thickly as proof.
“Please, you say?”
Sylaria, now seated as he was in the pool of holy water, straightened her back. Then, slowly, she leaned in and whispered,
“What is it you’d like me to do, Euclid?”
At her sweet and seductive whisper, Euclid, who had been enduring with difficulty, suddenly lifted his head.
The moment their eyes met—his burning with desire—he pulled the slender woman’s waist tightly to him.
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