The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 152

His lips, no longer willing to wait, closed the distance and effortlessly undid the cold silver hook. The slip soon loosened, gaping open to reveal the vulnerable, curved slope of her back—proof that she had tensed up and arched her body tightly. Cassis didn’t seem to like that. He smoothed the tense wings of her shoulder blades with his warm palm and muttered,

“You’ve put on no weight here at all.”

“Hah, hng… Ah, ah…!”

Having completely freed the bothersome hook from her slip and tossed it aside, Cassis’ hand gripped the right shoulder strap and slid it down. He sensed her squirming, her arm twitching back as if to resist, but that was a mistake. He caught her fluttering wrist like a fish and gladly dragged his tongue along the inside of her palm.

“Ah—hnng…!”

He grinned, teasing her.

“You wanted the deer to lick you, didn’t you?”

“H-How… did you know?”

Even in the throes of excitement, her surprise made her ask. His pupils gleamed as if he’d expected nothing less.

“You’re not honest with your desires, Evelyn. You should’ve just come to me in this slip from the start. If you were really that shy, you could’ve hidden behind the door and still called for me—said you wanted to be with me before the night grew any deeper.”

Placing her greed for the deer and her lust for him on the same level, he turned his gaze to her pitifully narrow back. Releasing her dampened palm, he traced the curve of her spine—still unable to straighten—with his lips. By now, Evelyn had buried her face in the sheets, forced onto her knees, completely at his mercy. Whimpering from the unbearable stimulation, she still couldn’t make him stop.

She wore no perfume, had even lost the rustling leaves tangled in her hair, yet a faint, tempting scent clung to her. Cassis wondered what fragrance it resembled, but no answer came—only a premonition. The one who ceaselessly lured him into some pit, into a romantic grave marked with the name Evelyn.

And that name, of course, was Evelyn.

His hand moved forward, gently grasping the lace-edged part of her slip that barely contained her voluptuous b*****s. Daius’s creation—this slip, made with serious intent—wasn’t so easily ruined. At any rate, her choice pleased him immensely. If it had torn within a day, well, he could always bring her another in a different way. But for now, this would do.

After teasing her just enough, he flipped her onto her back, forcing her to face the ceiling. Her flushed cheeks, now a deep crimson from the way her head had lolled forward, were the first thing that caught his eye. Yet they were still far from matching the rich hue of the audacious slip she’d chosen to wear. Not that he would let them stay that way. Cassis gripped the hem of the slip, winding the delicate fabric around his fingers, savoring its softness.

“Instead of the deer, I’ll lick you all night long.”

Far from atoning for his earlier transgression, he only stoked the flames further, delighting in every second. Tracing the exposed skin the slip failed to cover, relishing the way her body burned hotter under his touch—it was intoxicating. Then, shifting his weight, he moved between her legs.

The look in Cassis’s eyes as he loomed over her was molten with desire. Spending the day by the pond, admiring deer in some noble pretense, only to shed all pretense at night—how could he not love this? That she had chosen this slip herself, the very thing that would make it so easy to strip her bare and throw her onto the bed, drove him wild. It unleashed every instinct he’d kept sheathed behind civility.

Once again, he felt grateful to the goddess who had crafted nymphs. For dropping this one right into his lap. This meeting could only be fate.

“Hah—Hhng!”

The b*****s that had been so delicately cradled by the lace were now crushed mercilessly in his grasp. Even as the back of the slip had come completely undone, the fabric clung precariously to her hips and the curve just above, barely holding on—as long as she didn’t struggle too hard, that is.

And Evelyn, of course, was a nymph who excelled at foolish decisions. His hands kneaded her b*****s slowly before shifting to peel away the remaining layers of her clothing one by one. All the while, her trembling gaze remained locked onto him, unable to tear away, even as her breath came in ragged gasps.

“Lord Cassis… Cassis… Cassis…”

The voice murmuring his name grew husky, thick with desire. Evelyn imagined herself sinking into lukewarm waters as she welcomed his touch, hot as summer sunlight. His fingers pushed aside the slip, already damp with sweat, and dug into the soft flesh of her thighs.