Chapter 123
I whispered to Danel as if to soothe him.
“It’s alright.”
“But people are right nearby…”
“No one comes here, unless it’s a day for cleaning the glass.”
Voicing information that had become natural to him after years spent here, Danel cupped my cheek with his hand.
His large hands enveloped my face and waist. Soon, he bent down and covered my lips with his.
Heat poured from Danel through the hands on my cheek and waist, the overlapping lips, and the invading tongue. The noises of the spring festival and the cathedral faded away in an instant.
“Hhuup……”
I slowly grabbed the lapel of Danel’s clothes. Though the distance closed, Danel wasn’t satisfied. Far from it, he tilted his head and pushed his tongue even deeper inside.
The man who was once part of this holy cathedral obsessively explored my lips. Hot, moist breath flowed into my cavity. His tongue had completely occupied the inside of my mouth, ravaging every single membrane.
Each time our tongues tangled, a ticklish heat arose. Aroused by the sensation, Danel removed the hand that was cupping my cheek. His long fingers dug into my hair.
As Danel pulled me deeper into him, a shudder ran down my spine. Unconsciously, the hand gripping his lapel
…I had put strength into it, but I couldn’t relax. I was frantic, straining to support my body that felt like it might collapse at any moment.
Not far away, the bell announcing noon rang out. It was the sound coming from the spire where Danel said he used to watch the spring festival.
Did that sound stimulate Danel? The kiss grew increasingly rough. As if he intended to swallow even the breaths escaping me and the trembling of my entire body, Danel held me tightly and ravaged my insides.
With just a single wall separating us from the main hall where countless people came and went, we continued kissing for a long while.
Danel didn’t even give me a chance to breathe. Before I knew it, the hands holding my waist and back grew firmer, and I was held in his embrace as if being crushed.
But I didn’t resist that force. I only buried myself deeper into Danel’s embrace. Somehow, it reminded me of the kisses we shared before we confirmed each other’s feelings.
That’s right. The kiss shared behind this sacred space resembled the gestures from when he yearned for my love. A sensation as if long-suppressed desires were pouring out all at once. An act closer to confirmation than a kiss, really.
As I received that struggle, it somehow reminded me of the moment when Danel was clasping his own two hands together. Priest Danel Veloce, for whom that series of actions—neatly joining his hands and closing his eyes—would have been as familiar as an ingrained habit.
It might be an impious thought, but I was glad that he had suffered thinking of me even here. The man who, from around age twelve, shut himself in his room devoted to prayer, now stays by my side. The fact that he is my husband.
The kiss that had continued for a long while after that ended with the sound of a door opening.
Fortunately or unfortunately, the monk who came out through the door headed in the opposite direction from where we were.
Even as we held our breath and listened to the fading footsteps, Danel’s gaze never left me. The eyes staring at my lips were so persistent that it felt like the kiss hadn’t ended yet.
“…I made a reservation at a restaurant.”
Sleek fingers gently stroked my lips.
“I wonder if it’s because I’m here after so long. Instead of having a meal with you, I feel like throwing a tantrum like a child.”
I slowly parted my lips. Then, I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip of the thumb that was caressing my lips with a lingering touch.
“That’s okay.”
Danel’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily.
“It’s okay to be spoiled. It’s okay to do the things you only imagined.”
“……”
“Even though I couldn’t pray with you, we did get married.”
Even at my joke, Danel didn’t laugh.
Finally, this time, I moved first. I rose onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips against the lips of the man who was still staring at mine. Danel let out a rough, sharp breath between our lips.
“Let’s go back to the townhouse. As for the restaurant… we can go in the evening, if that’s alright with you.”
“…Would it be alright to call for a carriage on the way back?”
Danel asked quietly. Despite his calm voice, his eyes were burning with desire.
I ended up bursting into laughter.
Somehow, it seemed I should listen to him this time.
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