Chapter 50
“If you’re scared of me, say so. As long as you say so now, I can still stop.”
“…No.”
Sylaria swallowed dryly and opened her mouth. She wasn’t afraid. From this night on, her fate would change.
The pitiful woman who had been swayed by Arendtert, desperately craving his affection.
The wretched woman who had been so eager to purify Arendtert, desperately wishing to be of use to his divine power.
That woman was dead.
Sylaria would no longer seek Arendtert’s affection, nor obsess over doing things for him. Her destiny would now be with Euclid.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
The purple in Sylaria’s eyes shimmered with anticipation for what was to come. As he quietly gazed at her, Euclid leaned in and licked the droplet sliding down the bridge of her smooth nose. Then, the corner of his lips curled up in a smile.
“So am I.”
At his sweet whisper, Sylaria felt her knees nearly give out. She barely managed to steady herself and keep her expression composed. She didn’t want to be a vulgar woman who seemed desperate for pleasure on her first night. However…
“Hnn…!”
When Euclid’s large hand cupped her b****t, a soft moan escaped through Sylaria’s clenched teeth. Before she knew it, Euclid was now stripped down to just his undergarments, and he pressed her body tightly against his.
“Once I’ve washed away every trace of that bastard Aren from you, I’ll leave behind only my mark. From your head, to the tips of your toes.”
“Do that. Please…”
All the resolve she had made earlier crumbled away as Sylaria, face flushed and dazed, urged him on. She raised her delicate arms and hooked them around his broad, firm shoulders. And beneath the falling water, she pressed her lips to his.
“Haah…”
In the steamy air filled with hot mist from the cascading water, the two craved each other with unrestrained hunger.
As their lips remained locked, Euclid pulled off the silk gown still stained with Arendtert’s blood. Sylaria’s shoulders, her chest, her slender waist, and the lace undergarments barely concealing her lower half were exposed to his gaze.
Her appearance in revealing lingerie, meant for their first night, was more than enough to drive a man mad. The white lace barely covered her most intimate parts, and the fabric looked so delicate it might tear with just a touch.
“Euclid…”
As she pressed her body against him, Sylaria’s soft, supple b*****s molded tightly to the hard muscles of his torso.
Rubbing her chest against him, she raised one leg and wrapped it around him. At that, Euclid let out a groan from deep in his throat as his tongue tangled messily with hers.
“Damn…”
Suppressing a curse, Euclid lifted Sylaria up in one swift motion. He pressed her back against the bathroom wall and enclosed her between himself and the wall.
As she spread her legs and adjusted to balance herself, the tip of his e***t member, trapped beneath his underwear, brushed against her core. It was burning hot, enough to be shocking.
Euclid pushed his e******n between her thighs and rolled his hips in a slow grind. Her panties, soaked through, grew even wetter as her slick arousal spread over the fabric.
She was going crazy. She wanted him inside her now. She wanted to feel the full extent of that pleasure.
“Now. Haa… please…”
“Don’t rush me. I’m holding back.”
“Don’t hold back.”
Sylaria looked at him desperately. When Euclid saw the look in her eyes, he bit down on his lip and let out a heavy breath.
“I might hurt you.”
“Is that all you’ll do?”
At her response, Euclid hesitated in agony. Then, still supporting her thigh, he let out a wicked grin.
“No. I can make it so good you’ll think you’re dying.”
“Then do it like that.”
…What?
At her softly whispered words, Euclid’s eyes twitched slightly. He shut off the shower valve and took a deep breath.
As if trying to restrain himself, he exhaled slowly and wrapped a large towel around her body.
“I gave you plenty of choices. So even if you ask me to stop now… I won’t.”
Sylaria swallowed hard. At his words, her lower belly tensed, and her heart began to race. She looked at him and gave a small nod.
After hearing her quiet answer, Euclid silently opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Still holding her in his arms, he carried her to the bed.
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