Chapter 51
Sylaria’s body was laid properly on the bed. Euclid’s touch, as he wiped away the dampness from her with the towel, was nothing short of cautious.
He moved delicately, as though handling a glasswork ornament that might shatter at the slightest mishap, drying her chest, waist, and limbs with care.
Once her body was completely dry and soft to the touch, he ran the towel roughly over his own body and let out a heavy breath.
It was the first time Sylaria had properly seen Euclid’s bare body. In the temple, there had been too much commotion, and in the bathroom just earlier, the stream of water had obscured her view.
His body was perfect. The kind of body any woman would want to see at least once in her life. It was the very image of the ideal.
His smooth, broad chest and shoulders, and the lines of his torso extending downward, drew a flawless inverted triangle.
Beneath his chest, the clearly defined abs became even more pronounced with every breath he took, looking as hard as carved stone.
As Sylaria’s gaze drifted downward past his flat stomach, she involuntarily drew in a breath.
She hadn’t realized before, because back then his undergarments had been black and concealed much of it. But in the light now, the outline of what was contained within was unmistakably clear.
It looked so enormous that she wondered if he was hiding a bottle beneath the fabric… or rather, a heavy club.
Compared to Euclid, Arendtert’s manhood was laughably small. In her previous life, Sylaria had never once reached climax during their relations.
Even accommodating something far smaller than Euclid’s, she had always struggled, her inner walls painfully tight and unyielding. Their coupling had left her sore and stinging more than anything else. And yet, now she was faced with something much larger… She couldn’t help but feel apprehensive.
‘Can I even take that inside me?’
Her worried gaze lingered on Euclid’s manhood. The moment her eyes settled on it, it twitched and grew even larger.
“You stare too much, and it makes me shy.”
Euclid’s low voice reached her ears, making her flustered. Embarrassed, she cleared her throat and quickly turned her head aside.
“I’m sorry.”
“No need. Look all you want. My c**k belongs to you.”
Euclid spoke brazenly, then climbed over her body. Propping himself up on one arm by her head, he hovered above her and looked down.
“Just wait a little. Soon enough, I’ll play with you until you’re sick of it.”
When he finished speaking, Euclid lowered his face to hers.
Entangling his tongue with hers, he stroked her face, then slowly let his hand wander downward. His long, large hand caressed her slender neck, brushed against the straight line of her collarbone, and then closed firmly over the b****t still covered by her undergarments.
As Sylaria’s waist arched up off the bed, his hand tore her underwear apart without mercy.
“……!”
Her eyes widened at his unrestrained action, but Euclid’s expression did not waver. He brushed lightly against the tender flesh inside her mouth, then pulled his lips away. Bringing his mouth close to her ear, he whispered softly.
“Didn’t I tell you? No underwear.”
At his words, Sylaria’s mouth went dry. He had said something like that back at the temple, but she had assumed it had been nothing but an offhand remark. Yet he still remembered it.
“Promise me. In the bedchamber, no underwear.”
“…Just me?”
“Me too, of course.”
At her provocative reply, Euclid laughed, his eyes curving into crescent moons. Without breaking his gaze from her, he began moving downward.
Catching sight of Sylaria’s pale, rounded hips, Euclid let out a low groan. Without giving her a chance to say anything, he took one of her b*****s into his mouth.
“Ah…!”
The sensitive tip of her tongue, trapped inside the damp warmth of his mouth, made Sylaria cry out in a trembling voice. She gripped the sheets tightly and tilted her chin upward.
Even then, Euclid busied himself with sucking her b****t. With one hand, he gently kneaded the other, while his tongue teased and flicked at her n****e.
Each time he did, Sylaria’s lower belly clenched tight, leaving her flustered and gasping.
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