Chapter 122
Her pupils widened greatly.
The woman, who had been looking up at him blankly, swallowed dryly and asked.
“What is your way?”
“…Well.”
He drew out the end of his words as he brushed over his mouth with his leather-gloved hand.
Perhaps uncomfortable under his steady gaze, a faint flush spread over her skin, white enough to seem transparent.
Suddenly feeling a strange thirst rise deep in his throat, he roughly tugged at the collar tightening around his neck.
“At the very least, it will not be a matter of roughly getting it over with while only lifting your skirt.”
The reddish color staining her face had now spread to her earlobes and the nape of her neck.
He unconsciously bit the flesh inside his cheek, then gave in to the urge to touch her and bent over the bed.
She tensed her shoulders tightly and gathered the hem of her skirt to cover her knees.
Ignoring her wary glare, he cupped her flushed cheek and urged an answer.
“What will you do?”
“You have to tell me specifically what you want…”
“I intend to take enough time to prepare you so you can accept my body without strain.”
When he touched her lips, which looked as though they had been shaped from congealed blood, with his thumb, her moisture-filled deep blue eyes shook violently.
The woman looked up at him with frightened eyes, then turned her head aside to avoid his hand.
“Is there really a need to do that? It’s better for both of us to just finish it quickly.”
He withdrew his arm and sent her an icy look.
“If you have no intention of accepting my condition, then leave this room. You seem perfectly fine with acting as a broodmare, but I have no intention of accepting such treatment.”
Her face, which had been tinged with pale pink, turned bloodless in an instant.
Varkas steadied his weakening heart.
If he backed down here, they would have to repeat that wretched night again.
He crossed his arms over his chest and gestured with his head as if asking why she was not getting up.
The woman, tightly clutching the hem of her skirt and chewing on her lower lip, let out a trembling voice.
“Then… do just one thing my way.”
He silently waited for her next words.
After hesitating for a long time, the woman continued with a solemn face.
“At least turn off the lights. If you do, I will endure whatever you do.”
He twisted his mouth.
He knew she had not said it with the intention of insulting him.
However, her attitude, like a martyr facing an ordeal, twisted his insides on its own.
If he had not known that she was genuinely terrified, he would have turned around and left just like that.
After staring fixedly at her, Varkas soon walked toward the window.
He extinguished the candles on the candlestick there one by one, then lowered the cover before the fireplace.
However, the light of the sun, not yet fully set, was still pouring into the room through the window.
He looked out the window at the pale purple rain clouds and golden sunset, then turned his gaze back to her.
His wife was still clutching the hem of her dress and looking at him warily.
He felt slightly displeased, but if darkness would reassure her, there was no reason not to take a step back.
He drew the curtains over the glass window as well.
At last, thick darkness settled over the room.
“Are you satisfied now?”
Thalia gave a small nod.
Then, as if she thought he could not see anything, she answered in a tightly locked voice.
“Yes… it’s fine…”
He waited until his vision had fully adjusted to the darkness, then slowly approached the bed.
The woman, sensing his presence, immediately reached out.
He sat on the bed and leaned forward so that his wife could touch him.
Soon, fingers cold as ice touched the nape of his neck.
When he wrapped his hand around them and pulled them toward his face, the woman, who had shrunk her neck in surprise, soon began to stroke his cheek.
At the touch, as if confirming his existence, his lower abdomen tightened and a powerful heat surged up.
At the intense reaction of his body, his eyes distorted.
Even before, when he was beside this woman, he had felt his body heat up, but he had dismissed it as the ordinary reaction of a man in his prime.
It had been slightly surprising that such desire remained in him, but he had never considered it seriously.
He had merely judged that leaving behind an heir would not be impossible.
He ignored the fact that his body had never responded to anyone else.
If necessary, he could use an aphrodisiac.
He had been trained to thoroughly control every desire, and he had considered separating body and mind to be nothing.
Sexual desire was only an instinct for the propagation of the species.
There was no reason to give such a thing any special meaning.
However, those firm thoughts collapsed easily beneath her touch.
Varkas exhaled at length and wrapped an arm around her waist.
When he untied the knot of the dress at her back, the fabric opened, revealing a delicate frame and elegant curves.
As he carefully swept down as if savoring them, a tense voice slipped from her mouth.
“Y-you really can’t see anything, right?”
Instead of answering, he laid her down on the bed and pulled the dress down below her hips.
Then Thalia drew in a sharp breath and grabbed the fabric.
In the darkness, he could see her shoulders stiffen with tension.
“Answer me. You really can’t see anything, right?”
Varkas quietly looked down at her face, disheveled with anxiety, then whispered soothingly by her ear.
“Yes. I can’t see anything. So relax.”
Only then did the woman barely let go of the dress.
He pulled the hem of the dress down to her feet.
In the bluish darkness, an unrealistically exquisite body was revealed.
Delicate shoulders like carved ivory, breasts forming perfect curves, a slender waist that seemed no more than a handful, and a flat abdomen tightly drawn in…
Varkas slowly let his gaze glide along the precise lines, like a work of craft to be placed upon an altar, then suddenly stopped.
The moment he saw the bandage tightly wrapped from above her slightly twisted knee down to her calf, it felt as though a knife had been thrust into his throat.
As if shaking off that sensation, he urgently climbed over her and brought his tongue to her swollen lips.
The woman, who flinched as if surprised by the sudden contact, soon opened her mouth.
He explored the slick mucous membranes and wound her silk-like hair around his fingers.
The more he moved his tongue, the hotter he felt the woman’s skin become.
He regretted a little that he had granted her request to turn off the lights.
If the surroundings were bright, he would have been able to clearly see the sight of her pale skin flushing red.
He would also have been able to see her lapis lazuli-like eyes grow clouded and her reddened eye rims grow moist.
Feeling the thirst that seemed to burn his stomach grow increasingly severe, he scraped together the saliva gathered in her mouth with his tongue.
He greedily sucked it in and swallowed it down his own throat, but his thirst was not relieved in the slightest.
Overcome by a strange impatience, he pushed his tongue deeper into her damp mouth.
Her small tongue twitched and fled.
He chased it unconsciously.
When he persistently trapped the soft thing, the woman let out a moan and tilted her head back.
He instinctively held her tightly when she tried to escape.
The heat that had been burning his throat now set his stomach aflame.
It felt as though he were drinking the juice of belladonna.
“You, you take yours off too. The hilt is pressing into my stomach and it hurts.”
While he was half out of his mind and clinging to her lips, the woman pushed against his chest and whined.
He lifted his head while breathing raggedly.
When he raised his upper body, he saw that his lower body, now hard as stone, was pressing against her abdomen.
What kind of reaction would she show if he told her it was not a hilt?
She would probably turn pale and shrink back.
He did not want to see that.
And he also wanted to see it.
He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth while tearing off the buttons of his upper garment with his other hand.
After stripping off the garment in an instant, he loosened his belt and pulled down his trousers as well.
Cool air touched his heat-filled skin.
However, his body, heated with arousal, did not cool in the slightest.
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