The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 108

His fingers forced her clenched teeth apart, prying her jaw open with deliberate cruelty. A slick thread of saliva pooled at the corner of her lips, threatening to spill—until his tongue caught it, dragging the wetness back into her mouth with a filthy, lingering stroke. The sound—obscene, sucking—made her ears burn. Cassis’s gaze darkened as it caught on the fine hairs standing rigid along her neck, exposed by the tight pull of her tied-up hair.

‘You shiver just from this?’

Of course her body would react differently now. She hadn’t been touched in so long. Then he’d just have to ruin her properly. His fingers speared into her hair, gripping the roots, scraping against her scalp in slow, possessive circles. Her shoulders jerked, her back arching as she crushed herself deeper into the mattress.

“Nh—!”

“Tell me, Evelyn.” His voice was rough, closer to a growl. “Do you even know how f*****g edible you are?”

The question—thrown at her like a challenge the night before her trial—wasn’t just indecent. It was filthy. And yet, despite herself, her mind flashed with images—places where his mouth had been before, where she ached for it now.

“…….”

A low laugh rumbled against her skin. “Still playing stubborn?”

He didn’t wait. His teeth sank into the plush curve of her shoulder—hard—and her entire body spasmed. Hips, tits, the soft skin behind her knees—every obscene thought scattered as pain and pleasure lanced through her.

“F**k—! Cassis—ah—!”

Goosebumps exploded across her skin, her flesh pebbling like she’d been doused in ice. His tongue followed, lapping at the bite in slow, wet strokes, soothing the sting only to replace it with heat. But it wasn’t enough.

He hated it. Hated how her body still fought him, still prickled with tension like he was some stranger. Like she wasn’t his. His mouth grew rougher, teeth scraping, lips sucking bruises into her until her shoulder was a mess of red and purple—marked, claimed.

When he finally pulled back, her skin glistened—saliva, sweat, the faint sheen of blood where his teeth had pressed too deep. The bites stood out like vicious little brands, the kind that would linger for days.

A reminder.

Mine.

“Hah, hnngh….”

Whether it was because he had pressed his mouth to her with deliberate intent, the marks he left looked scorching hot even to the eye. Now, what should he do next? The key to filling Evelyn completely rested solely in his hands.

Would it be better to hold her gently, drain her energy, and let her sink into deep sleep?

That was when it happened. Evelyn, who had been pinned beneath him as he wasted time on pointless deliberation, suddenly jerked upright and darted behind the terrace curtains. Cassis had been lazily keeping his eyes wide open, yet he still missed it.

She ran. She actually ran. He’d thought she was entirely in his grasp.

“…Hah?”

There was no way she hadn’t heard the disbelief in his voice. It was also a command—stop this nonsense and come here. But the brazen, wicked nymph who had fled only feigned ignorance, gripping the thick curtains to cover her upper body while burying her face in them, standing there in stubborn silence.

What did she plan to do about those shamelessly exposed legs and their shadow below? If he claimed them as his own—since she hadn’t bothered to hide them—what could she even say in response?

Cassis could easily drag her back to this bed from her pitiful hiding spot just a few steps away. And then? He could seize each of those daring ankles that had dared to scurry from him and punish them thoroughly. Was that all? No—he’d trace the sides of her waist that had brushed uselessly against his forearm and make her answer for that, too, with sharp, breathless gasps.

As he glared at the fluttering curtain, betraying her nervous tremors, he reconsidered.

‘A game after so long? If I indulge her little act with some theatrical flair, it might be amusing.’

As a knight, as a king, Cassis hadn’t lived an exciting life—but that didn’t mean he was incapable of enjoying certain diversions. Noble knights were expected to cultivate refined tastes, even if forced. Today, it seemed only right to kindly teach Nix’s far-too-daring junior nymph the same enthusiasm Nix had once shown, screaming her lungs out during performances.

With an utterly shameless expression, he approached her and gently embraced her from behind, still holding the curtain.

Though Evelyn’s upper body trembled violently, she didn’t struggle or try to push him away. Or rather, she couldn’t. The arms wrapped around her were far too strong.

She had flinched and tried to flee after he bit her shoulder earlier, but now she was just standing there, awkward and unsure what to do. The grand idea of throwing open the terrace window and leaping to escape never even crossed her mind.

“Ah…”

“Yes, Evelyn. What are you looking at?”

“Huh?”

“You can’t see it from here, so I was curious.”

Instead of scolding her for running away, his voice came soft and languid from behind the curtain. His arms around her waist showed no intention of letting go, their grip unrelenting. Feeling his raw strength pressed against her, she answered truthfully.