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Barely suppressing his instincts, Aiden whispered sweetly as he caressed her smooth cheek. Through his keen hearing, he caught the sound of the servants behind them catching their breath. His smile deepened, knowing that one of the maids was leaking information to Wijena Russell. Likely, Wijena—unable to believe the scandal between him and Roselyn—had planted a spy. His comment about staying together tonight was added specifically for the maid who would be listening to his story. Of course, it was half-sincere.
“Aiden, that’s...!”
Roselyn grew increasingly confused and bewildered. While she was gradually becoming accustomed to Aiden acting like a devoted lover, it felt too real. She reached a point where she had to remind herself dozens of times a day that this was fake just to regain some semblance of reason. She resented her own heart for racing wildly, even though she knew his kindness was merely an act. The desire to keep being fooled only grew. The reason she froze awkwardly every time their lips met was that she was preoccupied with hiding an excitement far greater than her panic.
When did these feelings begin? Was it when he reached out his hand to her as she sat collapsed in the garden of the Marquess's estate? Or when he saved her from nearly being violated by Isaac? Or perhaps it was the very first moment their lips touched. The fact that he needed her—someone everyone else called useless—and that he readily granted the things she asked for, left her heart in turmoil. The hope that if he only intended to use her, he wouldn't need to be this kind, kept rearing its head.
She felt pathetic for fluttering over a man who treated her like a temptress, but as Sister Josephine had once told her, the human heart is not something that can be controlled by will. In the midst of that, when she heard words like these, she couldn't help but hope just a little.
Even now, Roselyn found Aiden's face—wearing a mysterious smile as if expecting an answer—somewhat irritating. It always seemed that she was the only one flustered, while Aiden remained perfectly composed. In a fit of pique, Roselyn picked up the wine glass in front of her and downed it in one gulp. Though she wasn't a strong drinker, she hoped the alcohol would clear the suffocating feeling in her chest.
“Hup, cough!”
A sharp sensation traveled down her esophagus, warming her chest. As she let out a small cough, she saw Aiden staring at her with a slightly dazed expression. When she turned her head back, she realized the glasses had been swapped. Distracted by Aiden, she had accidentally grabbed the high-proof drink in front of him instead of her own low-alcohol wine.
The panic was brief; soon, a rush of alcohol hit her so hard her vision spun, suppressing her stray thoughts. Emboldened by the drink, Roselyn steeled her resolve. She wanted to make Aiden flustered, just once.
Glancing at the servants standing behind them, Roselyn took Aiden's hand, which had been holding hers, and rubbed her cheek against his large palm with a playful, squinting smile.
“Is there really a need to wait until tonight?”
“...Fuck.”
Aiden's gaze turned cold in an instant. He immediately dismissed the servants, and as soon as the sound of the door closing echoed, he roughly swept back his silver-gray hair. Roselyn, blinking as the alcohol continued to rise, was suddenly lifted into the air; she clung to Aiden's shoulders, completely aghast.
“Kyaah! Your Highness!”
“I’ve been patient enough. You started this.”
What did I even do! Regardless of Roselyn's struggling, Aiden carried her with long strides into the nearest bedroom in the west wing and locked the door. Before Roselyn, who had been tossed onto the bed, could protest, Aiden hovered over her, pinning her down. As his lips crashed against hers violently, her honey-blonde hair fluttered across the sheets.
“What—Your Highness, wait...! Mmph!”
This kiss was different in nature from all the previous ones. The moment their plush lips met, a thick, long piece of flesh forced its way through the gap in Roselyn's lips. Realizing that the thing insistently prying open her closed mouth and ransacking her interior was Aiden's tongue, Roselyn stiffened with tension.
“Huu, relax.”
“Wait, Ai—den, ngh...”
Her alcohol-hazed blue eyes grew increasingly blurred. Aiden's tongue, exploring every corner of her mouth, swept across her neat rows of teeth before pressing firmly against the ridges of her palate. A moan escaped her involuntarily, only to be swallowed by his mouth. Whenever she gasped for air, Aiden would pull his lips away and subtly stroke her back with the hand supporting her. Just as her breathing began to steady, their tongues would entwine again with a wet, friction-filled sound. Every time his face pulled away, a string of saliva stretched between them, creating a sticky sound.
The anxiety that she might accidentally bite his tongue gradually faded. Having grown accustomed to the kiss he led, Roselyn clumsily pushed her tongue out. The lack of breath seemed to act as a catalyst, fueling the excitement. Even the sensation of her lower body becoming wet whenever she stood before him didn't bother her much in her tipsy state.
“Nngh...”
“Haa, you, right now...”
Does she even know what she's doing? Does she realize she's encouraging me, when I already have no intention of stopping? Aiden let out a hollow laugh and pulled his lips away. In her alcohol-consumed eyes, only he was reflected. He let out a sigh at her parted lips, which seemed to be begging for another kiss. He wondered if she was always this seductive when drunk.
He knew he shouldn't do this to a woman whose reason was impaired by alcohol, but he simply couldn't stop. Roselyn let out a small whine, as if displeased that he had stopped to just look at her. He reached out and touched her flushed cheek. The soft, yielding texture of her skin under the slight pressure of his fingers added to his satisfaction.
“Roselyn.”
“Yes...”
Barely holding on with flickering eyes due to the heavy intoxication, she could only manage a faint response. She felt dreamy and wonderful. She felt as though if she lay down now, she could fall into a perfectly pleasant sleep. With a silly smile, she nodded off, and as her head dropped, she felt a firm yet soft sensation against her forehead. Like a baby kitten seeking a warm embrace, she wiggled deeper into Aiden's arms. The lean, muscular body binding her tightly felt cozy.
It was then that Roselyn, who had been closing her eyes in bliss, suddenly jolted awake due to a cool sensation between her legs.
“Hih!”
“Ha. You're wet?”
Aiden cursed softly under his breath. He was already losing his mind at the sight of her pale thighs revealed beneath her indoor dress, which had been pushed up to her waist, but when he reached out and realized her underwear was already damp, he nearly came right then and there. Gritting his teeth, he rubbed firmly over the wet fabric. Her split vulva was clearly visible beneath the sheer cloth. As he pressed down on the protruding little pearl, Roselyn's body, which had been leaning languidly against him, shuddered violently.
“Ah, ngh, Aiden?”
In an instant, she was half-sobered. Roselyn's face was clouded with bewilderment at the sensation she was experiencing for the first time. She tried to close her legs, but it was impossible as his firm hand gripped her thigh. Her thigh twitched involuntarily at his touch. To think Aiden was touching her there. Ignoring Roselyn as she shook her head in shame, Aiden finally moved down and buried his face between her legs.
“Aaah, ngh, no, haah!”
His long tongue swept up over the underwear, beginning to lick her clitoris with intense focus. Roselyn's struggling legs remained clamped tight in Aiden's grasp. Fuck. What is this scent? Cursing, Aiden sucked her vulva as if he intended to bury his nose inside it. He couldn't regain his senses in the face of the lewd fragrance that drove a man mad.
Having explored Roselyn through the fabric, he seemed overcome by a desperate craving and irritably tore away her soaked underwear. The garment, having lost its original shape to saliva and arousal fluid, lay discarded on the floor.
The sun had not yet fully set, so the room was still bright. The sunlight fading toward the west cast long shadows across the window and over Roselyn's body. Her exposed, closed vulva was seared into Aiden's mind. As he licked the glistening area with a pointed tongue, the flesh parted to reveal the pink interior. Slick arousal fluid flowed endlessly from her twitching vaginal opening.
“Since when have you been this wet? Hmm?”
“Nngh! Hng... I don't like this. Ah!”
It was strange. She was afraid of this unfamiliar, alien sensation. It was shocking that Aiden was greedily licking her private area, and her own reaction—moaning and writhing at his actions—felt foreign to her.
The lewd, slurping sounds, which he seemed to be making intentionally loud, rang clearly. Even as Roselyn shook her head and sobbed, Aiden ignored her, busy drinking the flowing fluids. When Aiden pressed his lips to the protruding pearl and sucked it harshly while rolling it with his tongue, her struggling legs finally stiffened and convulsed in a spasm.
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