Chapter 35
Whether from lack of breath or something else, her vision swayed, and she felt as if she were being pulled in.
He was still sucking at her lips as he carefully laid Prina down, looming over her as though to devour her.
Even knowing that the deepening kiss brushed against her guilt, she could not bring herself to refuse.
Why? Because it was too sweet?
Because his touch was so careful and full of affection?
Because the very fact such kindness had been granted to her felt unreal?
Whatever the reason, once begun, it could not be stopped.
No, she didn’t want to stop.
Even as she drew back, wary of being swallowed whole by this dangerous man, she wanted to entrust him with her breath.
She craved him, even as guilt rose from the rift between instinct and reason.
Their lips clashed like flint, and their tongues tangled together.
The heat that began between their joined mouths quickly spread like fire throughout her body.
In answer to his desperate kisses—biting and sucking at her lips—Prina found herself sucking back without even realizing it.
The deeper the kiss grew, the more it felt like a thirst was being quenched, and yet the more it left her restless.
Her starving lips satisfied their hunger, but still yearned for more.
It was a contradictory sensation.
With a wet sound, their lips finally parted, and his golden eyes filled her vision.
And she was met with a gaze as leisurely and dangerous as a predator admiring its captured prey.
By the time she felt the instinctive danger of prey pinned beneath a predator, she was already powerless.
Prina lay beneath him, trapped between his solid arms.
While she’d been distracted with the sweet bait, he had already bared his teeth, mouth parted wide to bite down.
“And give me permission, Prina.”
Hunter commanded again.
“To kiss you.”
But there was no need for permission.
They had already been kissing, and his request was nothing more than a continuation.
Before she could even answer, his hot lips descended once more.
Soft lips pressed and parted repeatedly… Until suddenly, they moved to her nape.
There, he sucked deeply at the place where her breath fluttered.
“Ah…!”
It seemed his idea of a kiss was not one for the lips.
At the sudden kiss aimed at an unexpected place, Prina let out a short gasp.
He took in her tender throat as though he might cut off her breath entirely, mouth sinking deeper into her skin.
Even as he sucked and bit at her neck, she feared that at any moment he might bare fangs and strike for her windpipe.
The perilous sensation of almost being bitten sent an involuntary shiver through her body.
“Cute.”
“…M-Me? Cute?”
Cute?
Such a ticklish word was something she had never heard before.
For someone who had lived under a constant barrage of insults, it felt like something out of a dream.
When he chuckled low and murmured the sweet words again, Prina flinched and asked back.
“Yes, Prina.”
“Then… my hair too?”
She had asked on impulse, and immediately regretted it, anxious she shouldn’t have.
He, too, had black hair, but to Prina, anyone speaking of her black hair was frightening and a source of dread.
But his answer carried not a trace of hesitation.
“Beautiful. Like the pitch-black night.”
“Pitch-black night…”
It was the first time anyone had called her black hair beautiful.
Her chest swelled tight.
She had always feared the night… but he said it was beautiful.
She couldn’t believe it.
“…The night is beautiful? Not scary?”
“Yes, it’s beautiful. It can only be beautiful.”
He confirmed it once more.
“Prina, how could a night like you ever be frightening?”
His sweet whispers burrowed into her ear, while his teasing lips traced down the slender line of her neck.
The dense sensation, something she had never experienced before, left her unable to hold onto her fading consciousness.
“So next time…”
His lips, which had been wandering over her collarbone, now brushed the swell of her chest.
The closer his lips came, the faster her heart pounded.
“Give me your heart.”
At the feel of his hand cupping over her heart, Prina unknowingly held her breath.
It was a heavy touch, laden with desire.
As his palm softly stroked her flesh, a sensation like her insides tightening made her squirm helplessly.
“Mmh…”
Someone who accepted her exactly as she was.
Her heart was already pledged to him.
And if that was so…
Then she could only give him whatever he asked.
Prina, her body flushed and her mind growing hazy, gave a vague answer. Her breath was so unsteady she couldn’t form words. She could only watch what he did.
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