What does it mean to be alive?
Something that can feel the warmth of body temperature, touch, and mix scents.
Julian carried Bridget into the bedroom and ripped off her dress, practically tearing it off.
He enjoyed the pleasures of life by caressing, tasting, and feeling her raw.
He listened to her screams and wiped away the tears she was shedding with his fingertips.
He engraved all these things, which were possible because he was alive, into his memory.
Life is sweet.
The sweetness was filling and filling, but it wasn't enough. Julian was hungry.
His heat warmed Bridget.
Bridget admired the ripples in his shoulders and chest as he moved his arms, his abs divided into deep grooves.
His body rhythmically moved up and down under her spread legs.
Bridget's lips parted slightly as he dug somewhere inside her.
"Ah...!"
A mischievous smile appeared on his lips.
"Ah! Ahh..."
Julian moved persistently, aiming for one spot.
He stepped back and then struck back in one go.
He couldn't get used to this tight feeling of being pushed in from below.
Will this ever become familiar? He doesn't know.
The tender flesh that had been stimulated all night long still had its senses intact, so it reacted to pleasure more and more sensitively.
Julian sat up straight and looked down at her.
He was a man whose downcast gaze really suited her very well.
He pushed her against him and ran his tongue over her lips, then lowered his head and covered her lips.
It felt like she was being stirred up and down.
Her mind became dizzy.
Bridget moaned without even realizing she was moaning.
She was so overwhelmed by the sensation that she didn't have time to think about anything else.
Bridget grabbed the sheet. The pure white sheet crumpled in her hands. It was so painful that she felt like she was going to die, but it was also so ecstatic that she thought she would die.
What is this?
Bridget felt strange about the sensations she was experiencing in her relationship with Julian...
In her past life, she had sex with Isaac to have a child. That was her first time.
The relationships with men that Isaac taught her were painful, awkward, and uncomfortable.
Sbe thought it was the wife's duty to put up with it.
When she briefly hung out with the ladies, several of them said that it was horrible that their husbands still pursued them even though they had already given birth to their children.
They even tried to console Bridget by telling her that it might be better for her husband to do the same thing with another woman. In retrospect, she think it was just a mockery.
Naively, Bridget thought that everyone else was enduring the same thing as she did, out of duty.
She also thought that Penelope's cries of joy were an attempt to please Isaac.
But that wasn't the case.
The sounds coming out of her mouth right now weren't meant to please Julian.
It was a sound that overflowed as if unable to contain the pleasure exploding inside her body.
It was no use trying to suppress and block it.
At one point she raised her head and pushed Julian's chest.
"Hey, wait! Ah, huh! Ah, no! Ah... That, that's enough!"
Julian's description last time wasn't wrong.
Those words were really coming out of her mouth.
Julian did not give in and just kept going.
Bridget gasped as she froze, suddenly stiffening and tightening her legs.
Her body shook violently at the stimulation that seemed to break her.
Julian frowned and let out a stifled groan.
He exhaled his choked breath and slowly, steadily advanced a few more times.
Then, with a final sigh, he finally stopped.
"Phew..."
Bridget exhaled and relaxed the limbs that had been holding her back.
Her body became limp like wet paper.
Julian left kisses here and there on her sweaty body.
He chuckled as she lay still, breathing evenly, with no strength left.
It seemed like he was satisfied with what he was doing.
Julian lay down on top of her and whispered in her ear.
"I had a sweet dream last night."
"Dream?"
"A long time ago. I had a dream about the day we went on a picnic together. Do you remember?"
He kissed Bridget's shoulder.
"Oh..."
Bridget flinched at the sharp sensation of his tongue brushing against hers.
Her body, still warm, responded steadily to his touch.
"The day we first kissed. Thinking back now, it was a childish kiss."
He continued to caress her gently while talking.
Bridget groaned and hugged his head.
"Do you, uh, remember that?"
"I couldn't sleep that night. It was such a miserable night that it's etched into my memory. It's still vivid."
Every time he spoke, his hot breath would faintly cover her skin with a wet heat, then cool and disappear, repeating over and over again. It tickled her and made her cringe.
"Was it? That's the first time I've heard that. Did it hurt? Did it hurt?"
"It hurt here."
Julian grabbed Brigitte's wrist and brought her hand to his lower abdomen.
Bridget looked up at Julian with a slightly surprised expression, then looked away.
Again, so soon...?
Then she thought she knew why he didn't say anything.
"You said it was a child's play kiss. This kind of... Is not child's play."
He shrugged.
"Isn't it that you wanted it so badly that you could stand up to such a playful stimulus?"
Julian looked down at the embarrassed Bridget and chuckled lowly.
It was a mischievous expression.
"I was so sore all night that I didn't know what to do. I took three cold showers, but eventually, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I just kept moving my hands."
Bridget felt something hot and blunt pressing against the bottom of her belly button.
Bridget's mouth went dry after experiencing the ecstatic sensation just before.
She thinks she knows what Julian meant when he said he was hungry and thirsty.
The body, still reeling from the pain, prepared to accept him again.
Julian knocked on the door of a new beginning with a tired, healthy face.
***
Falling asleep.
Bridget fell asleep, drenched in the lust he had greedily filled her with.
Julian brushed the hair off her cheeks and forehead and wiped the sweat off her forehead.
He hugged her, covered her body with his, and buried his nose in the back of her neck.
Their wet skins were in perfect contact, and he felt as if he had become one with her.
Even though it was sticky with sweat, it didn't feel uncomfortable.
Even without unlocking her abilities, Bridget had a subtle, purifying aura that made him feel refreshed just by being near her.
Julian prayed earnestly, seeking God for the first time in a long time.
If only I could stop time like this.
Am I being too greedy? Yes, this kind of prayer may not be answered.
Julian struggled to control his greed.
Please don't forget this moment until the moment I die.
Please listen to that much.
Is that too much to ask for? He can't take it out anymore.
Julian also felt less greedy as he held Bridget in his arms.
'I have to send her before it's too late.'
Yes, that would be the case. But there was still work to be done.
His eyes flashed sharply.
'I killed the Duke of Linchester before.'
How dare you send an assassin to Bridget.
Bridget must have called him there to remind him of the Duke of Linchester's presence, who was watching him and his surroundings.
As he told her, the reason Julian didn't get rid of the Duke was not because he lacked ability, but because he wasn't interested.
If it were up to him, he would easily send the Black Knights to slaughter Duke Linchester and his forces, but...
He soothed his anger with the warmth of Bridget sleeping in his arms.
'If you wish to make me your true King, I will grant your wish.'
It would make a great parting gift.
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