Barcas put his lips to the bottom of her earlobe and gently sucked on her skin, causing her slender shoulders to shrink slightly.
He gently rubbed her tight muscles with his palm and pressed his chest against the slippery spine. The feeling of bare skin touching it was terribly stimulating.
"Ha, don't..."
She muttered in a thin voice. Listening to the sound with one ear, he bit his delicate shoulder slightly, then lowered his hand below her waist.
She was soaked. As he slowly caressed the slippery flesh with the bodily fluids of the two of them, the stiff woman began to twist her whole body.
He reflexively grabbed her wrist.
"Why are you doing that?"
"I told you not to do it! I don't intend to repeat it twice in one night!"
She shouted with a shrinking face.
Barcas, who was looking down at him with frowning eyes, let out a soft sigh and pulled the blanket.
"If Your Highness doesn't want to, I won't do anything more. But sleep in my bed."
He wrapped her in a soft cloth and hugged her waist again, and confusion and anxiety intersected over her small face.
She gave him a wary gaze with only her face exposed under the blanket like a snail curled up in a thin shell.
"Why should I do that? By now, everyone in this castle would know that we were married. You don't have to endure the inconvenience and use a shot."
He glared at her, feeling the languid heat that had been enveloping him fade away in an instant. If she hadn't looked extremely anxious, he might have poured out some sharp words.
Barcas took a long breath and slowly stroked her round back.
"There's no reason not to share the same room. It's natural for couples who have spent the night together sharing the same bed."
"Ha, but we..."
She frowned with a puzzled face.
He brushed the hair clinging to her face and brought his lips to her lukewarm, cooling cheeks. The breath brushing against his skin was tickling, and the slender nape of her neck, which was less than a handful, twitched and trembled.
Feeling more and more anxious, he swept her lower belly over the thin blanket.
"We are no different."
He whispered softly in her ear, and he felt a slight tremor sweeping through her body.
The face that touched the bridge of his nose gradually became hot. If the surroundings were bright, he could see a red aura spreading over the skin as transparent as milky glass.
He felt the desire he had barely satisfied re-energized and gently bit her soft earlobe. The woman took a breath and shuddered.
When she didn't seem to hate it, he rounded her ears like flower buds with his thumb and slipped the tip of his tongue into the small hole. Then she snorted and tilted her head back.
"You didn't do anything anymore!"
"Can't I just touch it?"
As he hugged her small body and whispered to her forehead, her big eyes shook violently.
Realizing that she was in conflict, Barcas fiddled with her thin waist on the thin quilt and stretched it straight near her navel.
She crouched down even tighter. But this time, he could see that it was not because of nervousness or anxiety, but because of excitement.
His stomach warmed up with the expectation that maybe she would accept him once more.
"Can I put away the quilt?"
"Oh, no."
"Is it really bad?"
She rolled her eyes as if she was worried, and he could see her clearly even in the dark.
Pulling the corners of his mouth, Barcas quietly slipped his hand into the futon and carefully spread her knees.
At that moment, the woman, who was slowly relaxing her body, began to struggle violently as if she had been struck by lightning. He wrinkled his eyes and squeezed her thin waist hard. A new scream erupted from her mouth.
"It hurts!"
He loosened his arm as if on fire.
The woman ran out of bed without missing a moment, stumbling towards the doorway, wrapped in a blanket.
Barcas, who was staring at her with fierce eyes, caught up with her.
"Why are you going back to your room so much?
"I, I... I don't want to be here. My room is comfortable.
There was a deep fear in her voice.
Suddenly, cold water seemed to pour over his head.
She was a woman who had a strong aversion to sexual contact. He thought that maybe his coercive behavior had touched her nightmare.
"Did I make you uncomfortable?"
He muttered in a tight voice, and mixed emotions ran across her face.
She lowered her head and said in a subdued tone.
"You didn't do anything wrong. Just... I'm just comfortable with my way."
"Is your way of running away like a frightened rabbit after work?"
Still, he didn't want to push the woman who seemed unstable, but his voice was sharp. Fortunately, instead of shrinking, she countered by raising her thorns.
"Who is scared? I'm just better to be efficient."
In the bluish darkness, his arrogant Princess raised her head.
"I'm going to stay as long as I want, when I want, and then leave. You can do whatever you want while you're doing it, but after that, I'll do whatever I want!"
She gave a curly gaze with her arms crossed in front of her chest. His shoulders trembled, and his bravado gave him a cruel impulse.
He could do as much as he wanted with her. He could force her to hold her on the bed, and he could release as many desires as he wanted.
But she also knew that if she gave in to that savage impulse, it would hurt her irrevocably and deeply.
He closed his eyes and then opened them.
The blue eyes that had constantly provoked him since he was a child sparkled like broken glass in the darkness. He asked while looking directly into his eyes.
"Is that really what you want?"
A hesitation crossed her face. However, she soon stubbornly stuck out her chin.
"Yes."
Barcas, who was staring at her, twisted his mouth.
"Then I'll have to wait until you want to stay in my bedroom for a long time."
Perhaps it was an unexpected statement, and confusion appeared in her eyes.
"Well, that's not going to happen."
"We'll see later."
Barcas, who was stern, snatched his pants from under the bed and quickly put them on. Then he put the tunka hanging on the wall over his shoulders and hugged her under the blanket.
A scream erupted from her mouth, as if surprised by the sudden action.
"Ha, don't do it! I can go with my feet!"
He ignored her words and went out into the brightly lit hallway.
She immediately hid her face under the quilt. Barkas smiled at the caterpillar-like appearance hidden in the cocoon and immediately strode out of the hallway.
The servants passing by the hallway looked at him with surprised expressions, but he didn't care.
Barcas walked straight to her bed, supported her back with one arm, and twisted the doorknob.
When he entered the room, she barely showed her face.
When her moist reddish eyes and tousled golden hair came into view, his throat tightened, and he felt an intense thirst.
He suppressed the desire to put his lips on the bed and bent her knees in front of him.
"When do you think you'll want to come to my bed again?"
"I don't know that."
"Tomorrow?"
"I don't know!"
He frowned. If she doesn't come, he can come to her. But he wasn't sure if he could put pressure on her like that.
He wanted to make her own choice. If that was the only way for this ridiculously timid woman to feel at ease, he had to comply.
He carefully caressed her hair, which shone like golden glass, wrapped around his fingers.
"I'll be waiting."
The lights flickered colorfully over her blue iris. He glanced into her dark pupils, which were trembling violently, and added slowly.
"Come to me when you want."
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