As he held Brigitte, touched her, and shared their breath, Julian felt a sense of liberation as he briefly let go of the worries on his shoulders.
It wasn't enough. A little more, a little more.
It wasn't just an act for pleasure.
The more desperate he became, the closer their bodies pressed together.
Bridget was increasingly pushed back by his strength until her buttocks touched the back of the sofa, and he stopped.
Julian grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the backrest.
Bridget, who was hanging on precariously, naturally wrapped her legs around his waist.
Julian supported her back with one hand and held her smooth thigh under her skirt with the other.
Bridget hugged his neck.
Her moans and rapid breathing excited his heart to the point where it felt like it was going to burst.
There was a click, the sound of a beIt being unfastened.
Bridget swallowed dryly at the hot, hard sensation against the inside of her thigh.
Soon after, as the two people's lower bodies came into contact, she opened her mouth slightly and straightened her back as if bouncing.
“Ah!”
The sharp sensation of him digging into her shot up from her core, stiffening her neck and shoulders.
"Ugh."
Her body tightened around him.
Julian, who had been frozen for a moment, licked his lips while looking at Bridget's expression with greedy eyes.
Bridget's half-closed eyes, flushed red cheeks, and saliva-soaked lips made him anxious.
He wanted to bury himself deeper into her.
To the end, to the limit.
He dug deep into her and came out, savoring her body that was grabbing him.
And one more time.
"Huh!"
Julian licked his lips and moved his body faster and faster.
Bridget's moans quickened. Her legs shook.
It gave Julian satisfaction to see her gasping for breath.
The leg he wasn't holding onto had already lost its strength and was dangling in the air.
Bridget tightened her arms around his neck to keep her balance.
His heat, filling her to the brim, was satisfying.
When it came to that, Bridget felt empty and waited anxiously for the next one.
She liked how he dug in so hard that her body shook with a thud.
Even though she didn't move much while being held by Julian, sweat dripped down her back.
The living room became hot with the two people's enthusiasm.
The wide space was filled with the sound of wet flesh rubbing against each other, heavy breathing, and moans.
"Ugh!"
Then her eyes opened wide, and she lifted her chin.
She felt a cramp in her inner thigh.
Soon, Julian stopped, biting her lip and hugging Bridget tightly.
Her body swayed a couple of times. Bridget felt the pulse of blood inside her, her veins pulsating with sensitivity.
Only a deep aftertaste settled down.
Bridget felt Julian's heart pounding like a drum and put her hand on his chest.
She could see with her own eyes the veins bulging in his neck.
"My heart feels like it's going to burst."
"It's not enough to explode yet."
Julian stroked Bridget's sweaty hair, then lifted her by the buttocks and hugged her tightly.
His steps were hurried.
He opened the bedroom door wide and entered, and as soon as he laid her down on the bed, he unbuttoned his shirt.
The sight of Bridget looking up at him, drenched in sweat, her legs exposed beneath her disheveled skirt, felt surreal.
Her slightly swollen and redder than usual lips were lovely.
He lay down on top of her.
Bring in the Queen.
Already. Brigitte was his Queen and only wife.
How can he leave such a lovely wife behind?
That's impossible.
***
Bridget and Julian lay together under their summer blankets, chatting away.
When she woke up from a brief nap after a moment of pleasure, Julian was still by her side.
That felt good.
Bridget lay with her head on his arm, then hugged her pillow and lay face down looking at him.
"Your secretaries will be in trouble if you suddenly disappear and don't come back."
She enjoyed the leisurely time she spent with him during the day.
And yet, she said those words without meaning it.
"It's no big deal if I leave for half a day. As long as they don't fight among themselves."
Julian said that his secretaries fight all the time.
It was because the people on Chancellor Langston's side and the people Bridget had brought in were keeping each other in check.
Still, the fact that the new characters were able to stand up to the existing characters was proof that their abilities were supported.
Julian was satisfied that the people Bridget had recommended were competent.
Julian rolled over onto his side, resting his arm on his shoulder and looking at her.
"You seem busier than me."
Bridget laughed, saying that was impossible.
But Julian wasn't joking.
When he occasionally visited Bridget during the day, she was out of the palace attending some event, meeting patrons, or welcoming guests.
So it was difficult to see Bridget's face during the day.
Recently, she said she sent donations to build a church building and attended a religious event.
To support Julian's livelihood policy, she visited an orphanage under the poorhouse and delivered daily necessities and snacks to the children.
She has exerted influence in more and more fields.
She supported artists by sponsoring their publishing ventures and supported the activities of prominent philosophers by paying their living expenses.
"These are necessary things."
"If you need it, then you need it."
Julian did not interfere unnecessarily in what Bridget was doing.
In fact, he wanted to tell her that he was the only one she needed. It was wishful thinking.
Julian wanted to put Bridget in his pocket and take her to a place where no one knew her so that the two of them could stay together all day.
His heart was like a chimney.
It was an impossible task to fulfill since he had decided to grant Bridget's wish to become a saint.
"Do whatever you want."
Bridget lightly kissed Julian on the lips.
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"This time, I need your permission to do something."
"Do that. I will do it."
Julian gave his consent without asking or questioning.
Bridget laughed heartily.
But what soon came out of her mouth was something more serious than expected.
"We must eradicate the bandits."
Julian sighed, hugged Bridget's waist, and buried his head in her chest.
He groaned as he inhaled her sweet scent.
"Why are you talking about that in bed?"
***
I took out the jeweler's ledger that Leticia had previously stolen.
I wondered if any people could relate to Bruce Linchester.
What I overlooked was that the bracelet the sorcerer was wearing may not have been purchased but rather given to him as a gift.
'There's a good chance that the sorcerer Margaret Delford that Isaac spoke of is the one I'm looking for.'
Nigel, the girls, Bruce, Margaret, the bandits...
The puzzle fell into place.
I recently had someone investigate the Church of the Resurrection, to which Bruce Linchester belonged.
It was a problematic group.
It was a religion that many people resented because it involved sacrificing live animals and even humans, engaging in sexual acts that defied common sense, and even teaching murder.
In the past, believers in the Resurrection Church were branded as heretics and immediately banished or imprisoned by the police and dispersed.
However, it was revived again when Josephine banned the persecution of heretics.
It was a well-known fact that the Linchester family had always been fond of superstition, magic, and all kinds of religion.
The revived Resurrection Church did not make it to the sunny side, but it seemed to have grown in power in the shade.
There was no need to watch any longer to see what the heck Nigel was up to.
'Margaret raises assassins and supports the Church of Resurrection. The Church of Resurrection's donations go to the thieves, who launder money and provide human sacrifices. Bruce Linchester is their protector.'
Nigel's involvement in such work may have been due to the recent difficulties in trafficking war orphans.
The answer is out.
'Maybe with this...'
I clenched my fist.
'I can strike down the Duke of Linchester and his party.'
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