He lowered his head and kissed Angie's stomach several times. His hands ran under her breasts, along her firm stomach, and then around her slender waist.
Kyle bowed his head deeply. Between her legs, which were spread wide open at the ends of his knees, was what he had longed for. The two hands that had been holding the ends of her waist grabbed the inside of her thighs. The lips that had conquered and explored every corner of Angie's mouth and skin pressed firmly on the heat.
“Ah, Kai... My Lord! Kai, over there... you can’t...!”
Shh, Angie's protests also subsided with the soothing whispers and gentle touches that seemed to be soothing a young baby. The fear that had suddenly taken hold of her slowly disappeared and her body slowly opened. She felt herself being brainwashed by the sweet voice that constantly whispered about how beautiful she was and how she shone brighter than all the flowers and jewels in the world.
“I love you, Angie...”
He couldn't stand it any longer. Everything that made up Angie was like the most beautiful land in the world. The most fragrant paradise on earth was none other than Angie herself.
He lifted his head and came up close to her waist. Angie's body tensed up as he tried to settle down properly. Kai, sensing her tension, cupped Angie's cheek and kissed her. After a few bird-like pecks, his lips groped below Angie's left earlobe. Stimulating that sensitive skin that connects to her neck made her even more excited.
“Angie... Be mine. Be with me from now on...”
Angie couldn't answer. She heard his proposal clearly, but her voice was too weak to come out because she was panting. Her eyes were white and she couldn't see anything.
“Angie...”
His movements stopped. Two hands came up to cup her slender face, where her cheeks met her jaw. It was a touch that was all too familiar to her by now.
"Are you okay?"
“...”
He looked down at her and met her gaze. When there was no answer, his eyes became clouded with anxiety.
“No... It’s not okay...”
It hurts too much. It’s hard. The dark clouds in Kai’s eyes grew darker as Angie sobbed. But he couldn’t hide his relief at the whispers that followed.
“But don’t stop. Do it... until the end.”
His lips descended upon Angie's moist eyes. His affectionate lips pressed gently upon her eyelids as if they were precious and precious jewels. Then, his warm tongue gently licked away all the moisture from her eyes.
Angie's two arms wrapped around his neck. "I love you," the confession, which he couldn't remember how many times, tickled his ears again.
The sound of rough waves echoed from somewhere. It didn't take long for them to realize that the sound brushing their ears was each other's breathing.
The aftertaste of the stormy time was long and deep.
“Angie...”
A languid whisper flowed. Kyle held her tightly in his arms even after everything was over. Even though he was exhausted, he was still full of energy.
"I love you."
Angie's eyelashes fluttered. The sound of her heartbeat, which had been beating like crazy, was gradually becoming more stable. She thought it was her heartbeat, but the pulse was Kai's. She slowly closed her eyes. This time, her consciousness followed her exhausted body and became hazy.
“I love you, Angie.”
The confession, like a low melody, continued for a while and then stopped. Angie fell into a deep sleep and realized something new.
Ah, it was a viola.
As she listened to his voice, she always thought it sounded like an instrument. The shape of the instrument came to her clearly only now. As she climbed the stairs to Kyle’s bedroom, she glimpsed the viola di gamba through the slightly open music room door, and the note of the viola d’amore, meaning “love’s viola,” was his voice.
Abgie never saw him play in person, but she heard him play very occasionally. It was always at the moment when she was reading a book and leaving the mansion just before she got into the waiting carriage. Occasionally, the notes of a viola would come out from somewhere in the open window.
Strangely enough, the sweet chords never began until she opened the mansion door, went out, and opened the carriage door. She could only hear the brief moment after she got into the carriage and before the coachman set off the horses. That was why Angie always felt sorry. She was not the daughter of a Duke, so she could not ask the coachman to wait a moment.
"Your Highness. Do you by any chance... play the viola?"
Finally, Angie asked him directly on her next visit. The master answered calmly from behind the curtain.
"No."
"Then someone else..."
"Next chapter. Keep reading."
Angie couldn't ask any more questions because of the cold words. So at that time, she could only wonder inside.
But now she understood. She finally understood why. While she was leaving the bedroom, going down the stairs, and out of the mansion, the young master had gone downstairs to the music room and picked up his viola.
And for two or three minutes, while she was walking out of the mansion and into the carriage, he waited without playing, so as not to miss a single second of her appearance through the window. He waited until she was inside the carriage and closed the door, and then he began to draw his bow. And he began to play a sweet low note, just like his own voice.
Kai truly loved her. He still loves her. During their time together, he said it countless times, without hesitation, just like his own words.
And I love him too. Really.
Angie slowly sank into a comfortable sleep. His warmth, his breathing, and the sound of his heartbeat, which had been wrapped tightly around her naked body as if they had been one from the beginning, were blending with the viola melody in her memory, soothing her sleep.
Beyond the curtains that hung like a curtain of darkness, the Generalife Gardens were also quietly asleep. There was no sign of life in the garden, only flowers and trees, which were living things. The ornamental birds and peacocks seemed to be asleep, and there was not a single sound of wings.
It was then. The shadow of the moonlight shining through the skylight showed movement. A shadow was swaying from the emergency side door connected to the outside, at the innermost part of the wide greenhouse garden. The shadow straightened its bent back and placed both feet on the ground.
Two eyes, reflecting the moonlight, scanned the outer wall of the annex and stopped on the third floor. Inside the protruding railing, the arched, lonely window was covered with curtains. The passion of the couple who had just confirmed their love was completely hidden behind the thick velvet fabric.
But the shadow did not stop its gaze from looking up at the window for a long time. It was only after a long time that it left the garden.
Angie was dazzlingly beautiful. She had been from the beginning. Kyle couldn't believe his eyes even as he scanned her through the stuffy curtains.
Angie, sixteen, was as white as snow and dazzling. Her skin was clearer and more transparent than any jewel. Her sparkling green eyes were so large and dazzling that he could almost fall into them. Her delicate features were in perfect proportion and harmony.
How beautiful was her golden hair, which swayed enchantingly? It was as if pure gold had been melted and flowed tightly into each strand, emitting a brilliant light. Whenever the appearance of Snow White, the main character of <Snow White>, which she had once read to him as if reciting a poem, was described, he would stare intently at Angie.
If Snow White had golden hair, this would be her story. No, there was no need to presuppose that. It didn't matter whether it was Snow White or anyone else. All the Princesses in the story, even the holy beings like angels, were transformed in his mind into the girl herself, Angela Ridsdel.
As time passed and the years changed, the girl grew into adulthood. As Angie blossomed more beautifully like a spring rose, his feelings for her followed suit.
It wasn't always pure and beautiful emotions like her existence. The dirtiest and most basic desires, the most terrifyingly intense possessiveness, and madness were also inherent in it. But even those were a part of his absolute mind, so he believed that he couldn't discuss the ugliness of emotions. His heart, which contained everything from the most beautiful to the ugliest, was solely directed toward her.
The first time, which was done by agreement, was awkward but beautiful, passionate, and touching enough to bring tears to his eyes. The second and third times were a bit rough. Once released, the wave of instinct completely engulfed reason and washed it away without a trace.
Angie, who had just turned adult, was dazzlingly ecstatic. She was more beautiful than he had ever imagined, and she fit him better than he had ever dreamed of. What could be different from the mating of males and females? There were times when cold reason tried to scorn his heart, apart from the desire that had long tormented him. But the actual act was different from such a reduced idea. It was so different, so special.
Even while he was holding her, he was always suffering from a strong thirst. It was painful. And that intense thirst provoked and spurred him to act more.
Sometimes he would push her as if he was crazy. Sometimes he would swallow the body that had swallowed him whole, and he would push her as if he was burning her from the inside. He would possess her persistently and fiercely, like a spear digging into fertile land. The moments that were close to madness always started with a captivating sob and ended in a desperate faint.
He loved every moment of it. Even when she wasn't there, even when he couldn't see her or feel her breath, Angie was in his head.
Sometimes he seriously wondered if the curse of his family was some other form of sorcery that had come upon him. He might have given his body and mind to someone else, and his body was just a dummy. Without the real owner of his heart, the woman named Angie Ridsdel, he was just a dummy.
It was foreseen from day one. The moment the sixteen-year-old girl looked at him through the curtain with her summery eyes and the scent of winter, from that moment on, Kyle's future began to change course. How that future would flow was ultimately up to Angie. That was why, one day, he was able to answer without hesitation what she had asked through the curtain.
"What is your wish, Master?"
"Wish...?"
"Yes. Do you have any other wishes or desires besides getting healthy? Your body will definitely get better."
"Live forever."
To be with you forever, always.
Kyle bowed his head deeply. Between her legs, which were spread wide open at the ends of his knees, was what he had longed for. The two hands that had been holding the ends of her waist grabbed the inside of her thighs. The lips that had conquered and explored every corner of Angie's mouth and skin pressed firmly on the heat.
“Ah, Kai... My Lord! Kai, over there... you can’t...!”
Shh, Angie's protests also subsided with the soothing whispers and gentle touches that seemed to be soothing a young baby. The fear that had suddenly taken hold of her slowly disappeared and her body slowly opened. She felt herself being brainwashed by the sweet voice that constantly whispered about how beautiful she was and how she shone brighter than all the flowers and jewels in the world.
“I love you, Angie...”
He couldn't stand it any longer. Everything that made up Angie was like the most beautiful land in the world. The most fragrant paradise on earth was none other than Angie herself.
He lifted his head and came up close to her waist. Angie's body tensed up as he tried to settle down properly. Kai, sensing her tension, cupped Angie's cheek and kissed her. After a few bird-like pecks, his lips groped below Angie's left earlobe. Stimulating that sensitive skin that connects to her neck made her even more excited.
“Angie... Be mine. Be with me from now on...”
Angie couldn't answer. She heard his proposal clearly, but her voice was too weak to come out because she was panting. Her eyes were white and she couldn't see anything.
“Angie...”
His movements stopped. Two hands came up to cup her slender face, where her cheeks met her jaw. It was a touch that was all too familiar to her by now.
"Are you okay?"
“...”
He looked down at her and met her gaze. When there was no answer, his eyes became clouded with anxiety.
“No... It’s not okay...”
It hurts too much. It’s hard. The dark clouds in Kai’s eyes grew darker as Angie sobbed. But he couldn’t hide his relief at the whispers that followed.
“But don’t stop. Do it... until the end.”
His lips descended upon Angie's moist eyes. His affectionate lips pressed gently upon her eyelids as if they were precious and precious jewels. Then, his warm tongue gently licked away all the moisture from her eyes.
Angie's two arms wrapped around his neck. "I love you," the confession, which he couldn't remember how many times, tickled his ears again.
The sound of rough waves echoed from somewhere. It didn't take long for them to realize that the sound brushing their ears was each other's breathing.
The aftertaste of the stormy time was long and deep.
“Angie...”
A languid whisper flowed. Kyle held her tightly in his arms even after everything was over. Even though he was exhausted, he was still full of energy.
"I love you."
Angie's eyelashes fluttered. The sound of her heartbeat, which had been beating like crazy, was gradually becoming more stable. She thought it was her heartbeat, but the pulse was Kai's. She slowly closed her eyes. This time, her consciousness followed her exhausted body and became hazy.
“I love you, Angie.”
The confession, like a low melody, continued for a while and then stopped. Angie fell into a deep sleep and realized something new.
Ah, it was a viola.
As she listened to his voice, she always thought it sounded like an instrument. The shape of the instrument came to her clearly only now. As she climbed the stairs to Kyle’s bedroom, she glimpsed the viola di gamba through the slightly open music room door, and the note of the viola d’amore, meaning “love’s viola,” was his voice.
Abgie never saw him play in person, but she heard him play very occasionally. It was always at the moment when she was reading a book and leaving the mansion just before she got into the waiting carriage. Occasionally, the notes of a viola would come out from somewhere in the open window.
Strangely enough, the sweet chords never began until she opened the mansion door, went out, and opened the carriage door. She could only hear the brief moment after she got into the carriage and before the coachman set off the horses. That was why Angie always felt sorry. She was not the daughter of a Duke, so she could not ask the coachman to wait a moment.
"Your Highness. Do you by any chance... play the viola?"
Finally, Angie asked him directly on her next visit. The master answered calmly from behind the curtain.
"No."
"Then someone else..."
"Next chapter. Keep reading."
Angie couldn't ask any more questions because of the cold words. So at that time, she could only wonder inside.
But now she understood. She finally understood why. While she was leaving the bedroom, going down the stairs, and out of the mansion, the young master had gone downstairs to the music room and picked up his viola.
And for two or three minutes, while she was walking out of the mansion and into the carriage, he waited without playing, so as not to miss a single second of her appearance through the window. He waited until she was inside the carriage and closed the door, and then he began to draw his bow. And he began to play a sweet low note, just like his own voice.
Kai truly loved her. He still loves her. During their time together, he said it countless times, without hesitation, just like his own words.
And I love him too. Really.
Angie slowly sank into a comfortable sleep. His warmth, his breathing, and the sound of his heartbeat, which had been wrapped tightly around her naked body as if they had been one from the beginning, were blending with the viola melody in her memory, soothing her sleep.
Beyond the curtains that hung like a curtain of darkness, the Generalife Gardens were also quietly asleep. There was no sign of life in the garden, only flowers and trees, which were living things. The ornamental birds and peacocks seemed to be asleep, and there was not a single sound of wings.
It was then. The shadow of the moonlight shining through the skylight showed movement. A shadow was swaying from the emergency side door connected to the outside, at the innermost part of the wide greenhouse garden. The shadow straightened its bent back and placed both feet on the ground.
Two eyes, reflecting the moonlight, scanned the outer wall of the annex and stopped on the third floor. Inside the protruding railing, the arched, lonely window was covered with curtains. The passion of the couple who had just confirmed their love was completely hidden behind the thick velvet fabric.
But the shadow did not stop its gaze from looking up at the window for a long time. It was only after a long time that it left the garden.
***
Angie was dazzlingly beautiful. She had been from the beginning. Kyle couldn't believe his eyes even as he scanned her through the stuffy curtains.
Angie, sixteen, was as white as snow and dazzling. Her skin was clearer and more transparent than any jewel. Her sparkling green eyes were so large and dazzling that he could almost fall into them. Her delicate features were in perfect proportion and harmony.
How beautiful was her golden hair, which swayed enchantingly? It was as if pure gold had been melted and flowed tightly into each strand, emitting a brilliant light. Whenever the appearance of Snow White, the main character of <Snow White>, which she had once read to him as if reciting a poem, was described, he would stare intently at Angie.
If Snow White had golden hair, this would be her story. No, there was no need to presuppose that. It didn't matter whether it was Snow White or anyone else. All the Princesses in the story, even the holy beings like angels, were transformed in his mind into the girl herself, Angela Ridsdel.
As time passed and the years changed, the girl grew into adulthood. As Angie blossomed more beautifully like a spring rose, his feelings for her followed suit.
It wasn't always pure and beautiful emotions like her existence. The dirtiest and most basic desires, the most terrifyingly intense possessiveness, and madness were also inherent in it. But even those were a part of his absolute mind, so he believed that he couldn't discuss the ugliness of emotions. His heart, which contained everything from the most beautiful to the ugliest, was solely directed toward her.
The first time, which was done by agreement, was awkward but beautiful, passionate, and touching enough to bring tears to his eyes. The second and third times were a bit rough. Once released, the wave of instinct completely engulfed reason and washed it away without a trace.
Angie, who had just turned adult, was dazzlingly ecstatic. She was more beautiful than he had ever imagined, and she fit him better than he had ever dreamed of. What could be different from the mating of males and females? There were times when cold reason tried to scorn his heart, apart from the desire that had long tormented him. But the actual act was different from such a reduced idea. It was so different, so special.
Even while he was holding her, he was always suffering from a strong thirst. It was painful. And that intense thirst provoked and spurred him to act more.
Sometimes he would push her as if he was crazy. Sometimes he would swallow the body that had swallowed him whole, and he would push her as if he was burning her from the inside. He would possess her persistently and fiercely, like a spear digging into fertile land. The moments that were close to madness always started with a captivating sob and ended in a desperate faint.
He loved every moment of it. Even when she wasn't there, even when he couldn't see her or feel her breath, Angie was in his head.
Sometimes he seriously wondered if the curse of his family was some other form of sorcery that had come upon him. He might have given his body and mind to someone else, and his body was just a dummy. Without the real owner of his heart, the woman named Angie Ridsdel, he was just a dummy.
It was foreseen from day one. The moment the sixteen-year-old girl looked at him through the curtain with her summery eyes and the scent of winter, from that moment on, Kyle's future began to change course. How that future would flow was ultimately up to Angie. That was why, one day, he was able to answer without hesitation what she had asked through the curtain.
"What is your wish, Master?"
"Wish...?"
"Yes. Do you have any other wishes or desires besides getting healthy? Your body will definitely get better."
"Live forever."
To be with you forever, always.
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