I was speechless for a moment, then got up awkwardly and went into the carriage.
It was awkward to close the carriage door in front of him, so I lay down on the cot, and only then did Rhodnes fully stretch out.
“Can you close the door?”
I could see him still standing through the large window attached to the silently closed door.
'I care.'
I tried to force myself to close my eyes, but strange thoughts kept coming to my mind as if I had been infected by Rhodnes.
Even after tossing and turning several times and opening my eyes, Rhodnes was still standing.
I jumped up and opened the window.
“Roan.”
He came closer to me and stood. I grabbed his cravat and pulled it gently towards me.
The face that had been dragged in so easily stared down at me.
"Good night."
Did you call me to say something stupid? Feeling embarrassed and regretful, I lightly kissed her cheek.
“Goodnight kiss...”
As soon as I finished speaking, two large hands reached through the window and pulled hard on my cheeks and the back of my head.
"As..."
And then Rhodnes quickly swallowed my lips.
Unlike the outside air, the hot breath that had risen steadily took over my mouth right away. Even though there was clearly a door between us, it felt like our two bodies were pressed against each other.
“This is a kiss.”
He whispered with his lips still pressed together, ending with a wet sound.
The hand that seemed to have no intention of letting go, with its strong grip, pulled me in again and explored my lips.
As I desperately tried to pull back, feeling like I was going to be eaten, he gasped for breath and glared at me.
It seemed like even my greatest enemy wouldn't look at me like that.
But I knew.
That what burns in those sharp eyes is not resentment, but naked desire itself.
I held on to my tightly wrapped front apron and stepped back further, without any room to move.
Something moist, whether mine or his, glistened on his lips in the moonlight, but he didn't even pretend to wipe it away.
I prayed with a praying heart, hoping that his heavy breathing would subside.
But contrary to my wishes, Rhodnes muttered something to himself and then opened the carriage door and barged in.
Rhodnes immediately closed the carriage door and drew the curtains, then sat down with his legs crossed across the bed where I was sitting. He seemed to be sighing deeply as he sat down.
“Are you sleeping here?”
“I’d rather watch you sleep here than think of you sleeping outside and acting like an idiot.”
At those words, I quietly went into bed and lay down.
“If you keep provoking me like you did before when I was trying to stay still, I won’t be able to control myself. It would be better if I could predict what you’re going to do.”
Without even asking.
Rhodnes, who had been muttering to himself, opened his eyes in the darkness.
“Roan. I can’t sleep if you look at me like that.”
“Close your eyes.”
I decided not to provoke him any further and buried myself in the blanket, closing my eyes as I was told.
I could hear his rough breathing gradually becoming quieter.
“...As Victor said, will King Elacon welcome us?”
I filled the silence with my voice, afraid that my pounding heart would be heard.
“I heard they liked you at Elacon.”
“What if King Elacon falls in love with you? I heard he hasn’t received the letter yet.”
“Don’t worry about useless things. There’s nothing that should make you anxious.”
Cutely.
It was very, very small, but I definitely heard a sigh-like addition at the end.
Did I speak too honestly, following the flow of my thoughts?
I also felt inexplicably jealous when Victor said that he was sure that his sisters would definitely like Rhodnes.
It's just that Rhodnes was openly displeased and didn't show it.
'I'm going to do important work, but I'm being jealous of useless things.'
But in the midst of all this, what is Rhodnes like? He's cute. The rest are serious.
It was not me who treated him like a child, but Rhodnes.
At least I didn't show it in front of people!
I felt so wrong that I almost opened my mouth.
“Roan. But don’t be so rude to Victor. He’s helping us, and he doesn’t really have a reason to be.”
“...”
“What I’m saying is, if you’re upset, at least pretend to listen. People are simple and kind, so if you just do that, they’ll like you more.”
“...”
“If you really want to compete for the throne, then you should also have a relationship with Elacon through Victor... Roan?”
Suddenly the atmosphere became cold.
I opened my eyes which had been tightly shut. Rhodnes was still sitting with her legs crossed and leaning against me, even crossing his arms and looking at me.
“Are you listening?”
I sat up quietly, wondering what was wrong, because he was like a statue that didn't blink an eye.
I waved my hand at him who didn't answer. And at that moment.
Rhodnes grabbed my hand by the chin and pulled me hard towards him.
"Ah!"
It didn't hurt, but I was surprised because it happened so quickly.
In the blink of an eye, I was sitting astride his strong thighs.
“Roan, what the heck...”
Rhodes pulled the back of my head and swallowed my lips again.
It was a bit urgent earlier, but it was a pretty gentle kiss.
It was a rough and impulsive kiss that was incomparable to anything else now.
“I told you not to provoke me.”
“When did you get stimulated...”
“You call other people’s names when you’re with me.”
The hot breath that had scattered around my mouth was again caressing my insides without hesitation, and one of the hands that had been intertwining my fingers had now wrapped around my waist.
At first, I was taken aback, but thanks to him acting like the world's biggest troublemaker in one day, I couldn't help but feel relieved and respond.
The sloshing sound mercilessly assaulted my ears, and before I knew it, I was sitting cross-legged, facing him, with my inner thigh wrapped around his strong waist.
His twitching thigh muscles and the heaving heave of his trousers were clearly visible and stimulating.
A large, hot hand caressed my skin without hesitation, following the hem of my dress that had been rolled up.
“I thought this might happen to me.”
A low, growling voice came out of his mouth, chewed, and spat out.
“I told you not to provoke me.”
“Roan.”
“You don’t know how pretty you are.”
A voice mixed with resentment suddenly fell.
Wet lips nibbled my earlobes.
A shiver ran down my spine as I recalled memories of raw desire that lasted until morning.
Rhodes's warm hands groped around in places that others could not see, then headed towards my back where the buttons were all fastened.
“Roan!”
'In this place where there are so many dark men if I could give you even a little bit of room to imagine...'
His wild imagination flashed through my mind.
At the same time, his hot lips pressed more deeply against my ear and began to chew my flesh to the point where my spine felt tingly and I had to stand up straight.
He easily subdued me, who was beginning to rebel a little too late.
“...It’s late.”
His extremely low voice clung wetly to the lobe of my ear he was chewing on.
The top button on the back of my neck, which had hidden the traces I had gotten from him, was unbuttoned.
In an instant, the back of my neck became empty.
“You, you said it. Roan! There are so many people...”
Bam.
Even the second button was undone.
I hugged his neck tightly and shouted softly, feeling as if I was falling off a cliff.
“Then you don’t want other people to imagine...”
“The escorts are quite far away.”
Bam.
The third button is undone.
The moment the wingtips were exposed to the cold air, they felt creepy and goosebumps appeared.
“You definitely did. I, I will never tolerate your noise whenever you move!”
Bam.
As the last button that had been tightly fastened was undone, a cold chill ran down my spine. Now, goosebumps appeared all over my body.
“...Don’t hold back, then.”
Immediately his hot hands caressed the exposed skin.
Every time I spoke, my earlobes, which had been chewing hard, were freed, and my lips were held tightly together.
Rhodnes's other hand, which had been pulling me in as if it was going to burst, naturally snaked its way up my leg that was wrapped around his waist and into my dress.
“Other guys will never hear this...”
Everywhere he touched became boiling hot.
Rhodnes, who was looking at my increasingly blurry face with a look of rapture, let go of ny lips that were painfully biting and swallowing repeatedly and whispered.
“I will swallow even your voice.”
With that last voice, he explored me very passionately and generously, yet surprisingly calmly at the same time.
“Don’t hold back.”
The hand that removed my two hands that were tightly covering my mouth was quite rude.
And even though I was out of breath and scattered to the point where I almost fell over, he didn't show any mercy.
“Don’t hold back, trust me.”
With a voice filled with desire, his lips, tightly locked together, swallowed my irregular exhalations.
The reckless conqueror scratched at my throat, taking every last sound from me.
A feeling of ecstasy, as if I was falling endlessly into a dark, hot swamp, passed through my body several times as if it were going to burst.
***
“You look tired, go rest.”
These were not the kind of things a man would say if he sat there lusting after me all night without ever putting me to bed.
As he had said, Rhodes blocked me with his lips, not allowing me to utter a single sound.
He was really more persistent than I could have imagined.
As the day gradually brightened and the light filtered in through the newly opened curtains, I recalled his excited and absorbed face, and my lower stomach tightened and I felt tense.
It was only when dawn had fully dawned that Rhodes began to reflect on himself, seeing me covered in marks all over my body.
He wrapped me up tightly in a blanket, woke up Jonah, who was sleeping, and brought me a set of clothes.
And then, he made me a wet towel, which he had found somewhere, and quietly wiped my body, which was too exhausted to move.
As if he had any conscience, he didn't stare at me like he did on the first night and said he would personally take care of my clothes. When I told him to step out for a moment, he went out without saying anything, and only when I asked him to button up my buttons did he come back in the carriage and take care of me.
“I feel dirty. I want to wash. I’ll be happy. I can just take off my clothes and wash them outside in the morning.”
“...Should I clean it for you?”
You shouldn't talk.
Rhodnes, who saw the glint of distrust in my eyes, opened his mouth as if he felt a little wrong.
“Don’t look at me like that. I meant to say that I’d like to take you to the lake where you washed up yesterday and wash you.”
By mouth?
Take me to the lake and wash me?
Both were extremely lewd thoughts.
What on earth is going on in that shiny golden head of yours?
I was speechless and shook my head at him who always went one step further than I expected.
“When I go to Elacon, I want to wash in the big bathroom.”
“Bathroom?”
His gaze, which was staring at me intently with his arms crossed, sank low.
“I’m going to wash by myself.”
“You are a precious guest in Elacon, so you need someone to serve you.”
“That can’t be you.”
“...I got caught.”
Even as he said that he didn't look at all embarrassed.
The long, cool eyes closed slowly.
His face, with its languid smile and blushing eyes, was a sight to behold, one that made one understand why he was called Ronta's greatest prodigal son.
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