Chapter 15
Jia’s face flushed a deep red, like a ripening tomato. The emperor let out a scoff and gestured again.
Unable to decide what to do, she finally climbed onto him. Carefully gripping his forearms with her hands to avoid touching his lower body, she bit into his shoulder.
Her teeth sank into his flesh. Though he resisted, she bit harder until blood burst forth. The emperor groaned lowly and embraced her.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, and something heavy and undeniable pressed against her despite the thin nightgown.
“Ah, um, well…”
Jia squirmed in embarrassment. The emperor shook his head and tightened his embrace.
“Even if the flesh falls off, more.”
Jia tried not to think about what was below and bit down harder. The bitter taste of blood filled her mouth. She didn’t want to swallow, but it went down her throat with her saliva.
With a crunch, a piece of ragged flesh finally tore away. Jia unwittingly swallowed it too. The deep gouge quickly refilled, yet the emperor sighed with satisfaction and smiled, whether from pain or something else.
Jia shook her head and squirmed again. Biting, licking blood, swallowing flesh—all of it felt grotesque and repulsive.
The emperor cupped her cheeks as she struggled. His eyes touched her blood-stained lips.
Their eyes met. His gaze, which had been calm even while killing, was now strangely heated.
It was similar yet different from when he first felt pain and ecstasy. It was like the gaze of a man infatuated with a woman…
“Ah…”
As her lips parted, even the soft flesh inside her lower lip was stained with blood. The emperor’s face was suddenly close to hers. Jia’s eyes widened.
The emperor’s tongue licked her lower lip. Jia gasped and flinched, her shoulders tensing. She couldn’t turn her head because of his firm grip on her cheeks.
This time, it was his lips, not his tongue, that approached. Jia groaned and tilted her head back. His face followed, and he bit her lower lip, sucking the bloodied flesh.
“Ha, huu…”
Why…
Her mind was filled with questions. Why was she locked in this kiss with the emperor? Or was this even a kiss?
His lips were warm and soft, believably so for a man who killed without hesitation.
For Jia, who had never been this intimately close with a man, everything was a question mark. All she could do was breathe heavily and writhe her shoulders.
As their lips parted, a thin thread of saliva connected them. He smirked at her pale face.
“Is this your first kiss too?”
Jia stared blankly into his blue eyes. The reflection of herself in them seemed powerless. She moved her lips. Yes… A faint answer escaped.
He released her cheeks. Jia awkwardly moved back, trembling belatedly. She clutched the sheets before fleeing to the edge of the bed.
She wanted to leave. Right now.
He looked at her, wearing only a simple linen dress, and narrowed his eyes. Jia instinctively curled up, drawing her knees to her chest. He chuckled.
“Are you afraid of men?”
“….”
“Or just afraid of me?”
Both. Jia nodded without answering. The emperor rested his chin on his hand and spoke. His eyes still gleamed with interest.
“It’s been a while since I felt this way.”
Why…
“So come here.”
Why…
Despair clouded Jia’s face. Her pale complexion drained of all color from the shock.
The emperor’s eyes scanned her pale face and exposed neckline. The once cold air had grown humid. He approached her, curled up at the edge of the bed.
“Your, Your Majesty, hn!”
The emperor’s hand gripped her neck. Her back pressed against the bed. Until now, she had only been on top of him; this was the first time he loomed over her.
Jia trembled as she looked up at the emperor atop her. His long silver hair cascaded over her cheeks. His beautiful eyes, which she once thought were lovely, now burned with lust.
“Ah…”
His large frame and the shadow it cast. The windows with their tight bars and the firmly locked massive door.
…There was no escape. As her body stiffened and then relaxed, his hand moved from her neck to her cheek.
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