The Full Story of an Incomplete Divorce - Chapter 10

“Mmph… Mmmph!”

The thick muscle savagely ravaged the roof of her mouth and the tender flesh beneath, thoroughly exploring every last membrane. A tingling sensation shot up Charlotte’s spine, making her body tremble violently. Struggling to break free was useless. The more she did, the more Lucius’s tongue bound her tightly, invading even deeper inside.

The kiss, which had begun without warning, only ended when Charlotte could no longer breathe. Unlike her, who was gasping for air, Lucius showed not a hint of disarray. He was calm to a degree that made it hard to believe he was the same man who had just been pouring such a violent kiss upon her.

“You have no idea.”

Lucius slowly closed and then opened his eyes, his expression twisted with guilt. Unbeknownst to Charlotte, he was barely holding onto his reason, which was on the verge of snapping.

“How much… I’ve been holding back.”

“Just what are you so afraid of?”

Instead of answering, Lucius covered her lips with his again. As if trying to block her questions, his tongue filled the narrow space of her mouth and pressed against her throat. The desperate, rough movements felt as if they were swallowing even the last remnants of breath from her lungs.

Heat gathered at the corners of her eyes, and mixed saliva spilled from her parted lips. Lucius’s tongue bit her wet lower lip, then licked down the trail of saliva along her jaw and neck. Burying his face in the hollow of her collarbone, Lucius took a slow breath and then grasped Charlotte’s b****t. Next, his other hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt.

“H-heuk, wait, Lucius…!”

In that moment, she was so startled that she completely forgot she had been the one to provoke him first. Pushing against Lucius’s rock-solid chest and twisting her body, Charlotte suddenly shut her mouth with a jolt.

What she encountered was an unfamiliar blue light. She couldn’t tell if it was longing or lust. It was just something so intensely powerful, something she had never seen before.

Her spine stiffened, and a sense of wrongness washed over her. The instinctual thought that she needed to escape flashed through her mind. Just then, Lucius grabbed her ankle. With a strong pull, Charlotte’s body was dragged across the bed in an instant. As their bodies pressed closer together, their hot breaths mingled.

Tilting his head, Lucius whispered softly into her ear.

“A while ago, I saw you… calling out my name while touching yourself.”

“……!”

“I saw the expression on your face… and heard the sound of your voice.”

Her mind jolted awake. It felt as if all the blood had drained from her body at once, leaving her hands and feet cold. She didn’t even need to struggle to recall the memory. The events of that night—imagining Lucius, touching herself, and then weeping in wretchedness—vividly resurfaced in her mind.

“You… saw that?”

It was a time he should have been in his study. How on earth…?

The shame of being caught by her husband in the act of pleasuring herself enveloped her entire body. While Charlotte was engulfed in confusion, Lucius’s hot palm slid smoothly along the inside of her thigh. As Charlotte tried to push her upper body away, she lost her balance and fell back onto the bed.

She tried to sit up immediately, but it was already too late. Without even using much force, Lucius easily parted her thighs to either side and settled between them. Lucius lowered his stance, his gaze reaching her intimate area. It was a look as if he were trying to gauge the hidden flesh concealed by her underwear.

Running his fingers over the plump mound and the crevice, Lucius slowly bowed his head.

“Wait, what are you…, Ah!”

The sensation of something soft and hot touching her below made Charlotte let out a sharp cry.

Whether she was surprised or not, Lucius paid no mind and continued what he was doing. He licked her labia with a broad, flat tongue, then, sharpening its tip, prodded insistently into the crevice between the mounds as if trying to pierce through the thin fabric.