Chapter 23
Her hair intricately braided up, Lucy wore a blue dress embroidered with silver thread—the embroidery patterns, resembling snow flurries, grew fuller toward the hem and adorned the skirt splendidly.
He, too, could plainly see that the flattery the gentlemen had lavished on her tonight—’the queen of tonight’s ball’—had not been mere lip service.
No one knew Lucy was Laegar’s woman today, yet it was true that she had stood out on her form alone.
Abruptly, Lucy glared up at his still-silent self.
The jealousy blazing in her blue eyes made her look even more beautiful, so Laegar felt something clunk oddly somewhere inside his chest.
At this sensation he’d felt for the first time in his life, he bent his knees, matched her gaze, and spoke as if pleading.
“I was wrong. I did it to catch your attention.”
“…….”
By now, Lucy didn’t want to grill him any further. It was still a little irksome, but if he’d done it to make her jealous, what could she do?
Letting out a deep sigh, she cupped Laegar’s sculpted cheeks in both hands as he’d drawn close to the tip of her nose.
Then she asked, as if confirming.
“Your Majesty’s lover is me, right?”
“You should call me Lae.”
“Yeah, Lae. Lae’s lover is me, right?”
“That’s right.”
As Laegar murmured, pressing his lips into Lucy’s palm, she flinched at the eerie sensation.
But for all his coldness, the moment he touched her, he turned hot in an instant.
The red lips that had been coolly tickling the inside of her wrist began to climb upward, as if branding hot marks.
His tongue tip, having reached the hollow of her collarbone to toy there, at last began teasing the soft mound of her b****t. At the hot, wet caress, Lucy let out a heavy breath.
As her chest rose and fell, the movement of his tongue grew increasingly sticky, burrowing into her cleavage.
“Haa….”
Perhaps because she had just erupted with emotion, Lucy was more flushed than usual and tilted her head back.
Laegar crawled on top of her, gently laying her down as she leaked faint moans.
Soon his towering body crushed over her and began devouring her feminine form.
Feeling her body heat up far more rapidly than usual, Lucy squirmed her lower half.
The trail of the slowly moving hot tongue kept teasing her nerves with strange sensations, making her lower abdomen throb dully.
Having pulled down her bodice to expose her creamy white b*****s completely, Laegar circled her pink areolas with his tongue. At the same time, the hand that had rucked up her skirt stroked softly along her inner thigh, then slipped inside her undergarment.
“Nngh…!”
At the sensation of chilly fingers touching her hot s*x, Lucy lifted her hips.
At that, the force sucking her b****t grew fiercer, and even her spine began to tingle. As if her b****t and s*x were connected, fluid leaked from below every time he mouthed her.
“Haaah… ahk….”
The fingers toying with her slick s*x began rubbing up and down the long cleft. Soon, the drenched petals parted with a squelch to both sides, and long, rough fingers burrowed between them.
At the feeling of thick-knuckled fingers swirling and churning her inner walls, Lucy sucked in a shallow breath.
Because each time he stimulated the membrane, her inner flesh clamored, trying to clench down on the intruder.
“Nngh… Lae….”
Lucy reached her own hand down, intending to stop his finger play, but soon ended up merely joining in caressing herself there.
Laegar switched to the other berry-flushed n****e, mouthing it with a growl.
For a long while, lust-boiling groans shattered darkly over the pale skin. Then Lucy’s knees spread wide apart, and the writhing fingers drove in deeper.
“Hffk.”
Lucy slipped her fingers into the black hair pressed against her b****t and let out a fevered sigh.
Whatever was being done below, she felt something keep flowing out of her body, thoroughly soaking the blanket. The squelching sounds, too, grew gradually more explicit.
“Aaht… nngh….”
Each time her sensitive spot was crushed by the sleek fingers, stars burst in Lucy’s eyes and her waist bent of its own accord. It became increasingly hard to endure the sensation of a throbbing heat churning through her insides as it pleased.
“Lae, now please… hurry.”
Having left bite marks on her tender neck while continuing the thrusting motions of his fingers, he asked teasingly.
“Hurry and what…?”
Already flushed bright red, Lucy said without shame, as if begging.
“Please put it in now…. Your Majesty’s.”
Laegar let out a laugh like scraping metal against her skin, then asked as if seeking confirmation.
“Not with hands?”
As if teased unbearably, Lucy, her hips twitching, shook her head with moisture clinging to her eyes.
“I-I like it filling me full….”
She now craved his length—once so overwhelming it had frightened her—to the point of desperation.
She desperately needed that heavy bulk, enough to push aside all her insides. Ever since some point, she only felt at ease inside when he was filled to the brim inside her.
At such times, she felt as though she had become a complete being, and a satisfaction—as if no one could ever harm her—was unmistakably mixed into the whirlpool of pleasure.
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