Chapter 5-R19
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“Ha, please… Lady Blair…”
“Why… why won’t you call me by my name?”
Rudvig was starting to understand why the Blair family had prohibited her from drinking. How could someone handle alcohol this poorly?
Her drunken antics didn’t help either. Anteia was currently climbing on top of him, which said it all.
Rudvig quickly began counting numbers in his head, trying to calm himself. She had no idea how difficult it had been for him when he’d had to undress her and hold her close to warm her up.
“Ha… Lady Blair… for now, please get down…”
“My name…”
“Anteia. Is that good enough? Now please get down.”
“Hehe, you finally called me by my name—”
Even though he’d tried to sound stern, she was simply too happy that he’d said her name, smiling so brightly it drove him insane.
He was already aroused, and now, oblivious to his plight, his c*ck was swelling to the point of bursting.
He’d never reacted like this, not even when thinking about his first love. This reaction was entirely foreign to Rudvig.
And then it happened.
Anteia’s lips brushed against Rudvig’s own before pulling away.
He blinked, bewildered by the sudden kiss. It was a situation he should dislike, yet his heart pounded in his chest wildly. Heat rushed to his face, flushing his skin, and he remembered the first time she confessed her feelings to him.
He admitted that ever since that day, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He realized too late that kindness toward someone with unrequited love could feel like poison, as instead of stepping back, she only drew closer. She never pulled away.
“Rudvig…”
Startled by the sound of his own name leaving her lips, he flinched and stared at Anteia.
“Rudvig… I love you…”
Her confession felt different from the ones she had made before. It wasn’t just the usual ‘I like you’ and Rudvig let out a groan. Who would have thought a single phrase could do so much? He came right then and there, as though something inside him had snapped.
“I love you…”
“Anteia, I can’t win against you.”
“Huh…? What do you—”
Rudvig leaned in and placed gentle, fluttering kisses on her lips. Everything happened so fast that Anteia blinked in confusion, staring at him as though trying to figure out what was happening.
He pressed his hand firmly beneath her chin. The abrupt force made her mouth fall open.
Anteia was caught off guard by the abrupt action. She tried to say something, but before she could finish, Rudvig captured her lips with his.
He began stirring slowly inside Anteia’s mouth. Concerned this might be her first time, he started gently, skimming along her teeth and softly stroking her tender flesh, but his craving to possess her soon made him tangle his tongue with hers and suck it.
He delved in as if he wouldn’t let a single drop of her saliva escape.
Though it all happened so abruptly, Anteia didn’t hate it in the least. If anything, she wanted it more.
“Haa… Wait…”
Whenever she tried to pull her head back for a quick breath, Rudvig refused to let her go, chasing right after her lips again.
Struggling to breathe, Anteia grabbed onto his shoulders, letting out small whimpers. Only then did he realize her distress and pull away.
Their lips parted, and a silvery thread stretched between them. Their ragged breathing and the rising heat filled the cabin.
“I’m sorry, Anteia… I just… got greedy.”
Perhaps his mind had cleared a bit because Rudvig brushed back her hair as he spoke.
“Rudvig, this isn’t when you should apologize. I’ve already given you permission. If I didn’t want this, I would’ve said no. So please… just keep going.”
At her reply, Rudvig felt his tenuous hold on reason threatening to snap yet again, but he managed to nod.
“…Alright. If you ever want me to stop, say so any time.”
In answer, Anteia only nodded. Supporting her slender form, still atop him, Rudvig flipped her over in one swift motion and settled above her.
He unfastened the buttons of his shirt she was wearing, one by one. He moved at an astonishing speed. Once every button was undone, her ample br*asts revealed themselves in all their fair-skinned splendor.
Because her skin was so pale, it looked like even the slightest squeeze might leave a mark.
When her pretty pink ar*olas and n*pples came into view, Rudvig felt like he was about to lose it.
Any other man would lose his composure if they saw her like this. He briefly recalled the men who had shown interest in her.
He wanted to praise himself for all the times he had rescued her, and at the same time, he wanted to punch himself for responding to her confession that day.
Rudvig paused for a moment, simply drinking in the sight with his eyes.
“Ugh, this is so embarrassing…”
Anteia, never expecting a man to see her like this, was flustered under his gaze. She hastily crossed her arms to cover her br*asts, but it was useless.
“They’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful, Anteia.”
Saying so, Rudvig gently took hold of her arms and guided them down. Anteia obediently followed his lead.
Rudvig reached out and carefully cupped her br*ast. Through his fingers, he could see it spilling out, and just as he’d anticipated, a clear mark appeared where he gripped her. That alone was enough to make him lose any shred of self-control.
Without warning, he dipped his head and took her br*ast into his mouth, sucking so fiercely that a hollow formed in his cheek.
“Mmph…! Rud–wigh…!”
He sucked her n*pple in one go, nibbling it with his teeth, adding a little pressure before soothing it with his tongue again. Meanwhile, his other hand found her other, neglected br*ast, and his fingers twisted its n*pple or massaged it entirely.
