Chapter 77
Chapter 77. The One Who Realized Love
Tatar’s hand pulled down Vinea’s dress to her waist, grasping her pale br*ast. As his fingers gently kneaded the soft skin and brushed against the sensitive peak, a tingling sensation traveled up Vinea’s spine.
With their upper bodies pressed together, Tatar found it difficult to move his hands freely. He swiftly turned Vinea over and positioned himself above her.
Surprised blue eyes looked up at Tatar. His own eyes narrowed with desire at her unfamiliar reaction.
It seemed as if he only had memories from shortly after their wedding, but it had been so long ago that he couldn’t properly recall how many nights they had spent together back then.
One thing was certain, though – she likely hadn’t spent many nights with him.
Even the nights they did share were mostly obligatory, scheduled encounters. He reminded himself not to indulge in the desires born from countless nights together during the innumerable cycles of regression.
Tatar unbuttoned his shirt, revealing well-defined muscles. He carelessly tossed the shirt onto the Baloua flowers before pulling Vinea’s dress the rest of the way down her hips.
As he removed his trousers, his aroused manhood brushed against Vinea’s shin. Her legs instinctively drew together, accentuating their smooth lines.
She tried to cover her exposed body with her arms, but there was no way to conceal her nakedness completely.
Her full bosom pressed against her arms. Below, her slender waist, thighs hiding her center, and feet in green-stained slippers from treading on the Baloua flowers were all visible.
How satisfying it would be to mark every inch of this body as his own. Tatar’s Adam’s apple bobbed prominently.
He didn’t push away Vinea’s arms. Instead, he supported her back with his right arm and lowered his upper body.
As her arms and chest were pressed into his embrace, Vinea, unable to bear the constriction, released her arms first.
Her arms, which had been flailing with nowhere to hold, settled around his neck. With his other hand, Tatar gently parted Vinea’s legs, finding her already prepared.
The moist sounds indicated that her body was ready to receive him, but the tension that flashed across Vinea’s flushed face showed how foreign these bodily changes felt to her.
Did she know how much her current state aroused him?
Tatar swallowed a suppressed breath and pulled Vinea’s back tightly against him. As his upper body pressed against her, her closed legs parted.
Tatar whispered in her ear, “Trust me. Trust the me who remembers the time you’ve forgotten. And your body—”
At last, a weighty heat began to enter Vinea, seemingly without end.
How far would he go? A faint “Stop” mixed with Vinea’s rapid breaths, but he pressed on as if he hadn’t heard anything, determined to reach the very end.
“Hnn…”
Tatar caressed Vinea’s stiff back from top to bottom. Instead of relaxing, everywhere his hands touched sparked strange sensations, causing Vinea’s blue eyes to cloud with confusion and heat.
He slowly withdrew his hips. Though it had taken a while to enter, his retreat was swift, eager to plunge back in.
Before Vinea could feel the emptiness, he thrust forcefully back inside.
At that dizzying sensation, Vinea’s legs lifted slightly. Seizing the opportunity, Tatar moved the hand supporting her back lower, beneath her left leg.
With one leg raised, there was now room to delve even deeper into Vinea’s already narrow body.
He pressed closer, driving himself further in.
“Haa…”
A muffled groan escaped his lips.
His initial resolve had vanished, replaced by an overwhelming desire to lose himself completely in their entangled bodies.
Vinea’s arms slipped from around his neck. With such an immense presence occupying the most sensitive part of her body, her limbs naturally lost their strength.
However, Tatar nuzzled her neck and warned her in a low voice, “You need to hold on. Unless you want to be left in a crumpled mess beneath me.”
The roughness in his voice revealed that he too had no room for consideration.
As Vinea raised her trembling arms to wrap around his neck once more, Tatar began to move his hips as if he had been waiting for this moment.
The lewd sounds of their joining filled the quiet glass garden.
“Ah! Ah, nng—”
Vinea was bewildered, unsure if these panting moans were really coming from her. While their first night together hadn’t been as lifeless and dull as a doll’s, such intense pl*asure had never so quickly overtaken her body.
How many nights had she spent with him before losing her memories?
Embarrassed by her hips that naturally moved in sync with his and her legs that were wrapped around his lower body, she buried her face in his neck.
Thanks to the slick w*tness below, nothing hindered Tatar’s movements.
From Vinea’s br*asts, pressed and deformed against his chest, he could feel her rapid heartbeat.
Tatar’s eyes, consumed by pl*asure, flickered.
Do you feel me too, Vinea? This heart beating faster than yours, this emotion that has finally kindled a fire in the darkness, as if it will never be extinguished.
He released the arm that had been holding up Vinea’s left leg. Her leg fell to the floor, trembling uncontrollably with pl*asure.
Without giving her a moment to catch her breath, Tatar raised his upper body and pinned Vinea’s hands, which had fallen from his neck, onto his thighs, preventing her escape.
His gaze took in the sight of the woman who had completely surrendered her body to him.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. With heated breath, he spoke in a low voice.
“Look at me. Look at how I’ve completely submitted to you. Look at how I’ve come to realize love.”
A man’s face came into focus through Vinea’s hazy vision.
Disheveled silver-gray hair, furrowed brows from restraining desire, reddened eyes intoxicated with heat, silver-gray eyes focused solely on one person, and slightly trembling lips.
Though she didn’t know what was hidden in her empty memories, she instinctively felt that she wasn’t the one meant to answer his words right now.
Vinea raised her fingers to press against his thighs. Her saliva-moistened lips parted towards him.
“Engrave it. So that even when I regain my memories, I’ll never forget this moment—”
Tatar’s eyes closed heavily and then reopened. When his silver-gray eyes appeared again, there was no longer any hesitation or fear.
What remained was only desire, pl*asure, and instinct.
His hips lunged forward forcefully. The heavy movements rapidly thrust in, easily finding and striking her most sensitive spot.
Her slender waist arched, and from her thrown-back head came the sound of desperate gasps swallowing moans.
Nevertheless, he continued to move his hips relentlessly.
His engorged manhood mercilessly penetrated their joining, slick with transparent fl*ids. Her shaking upper body couldn’t even properly relax due to his large hands pinning down her own.
All Vinea could do was move her body to avoid losing consciousness, swept away by his unleashed desire and confessions.
“Ah! Ahng, Your Majesty… Ah!”
“Vinea, ha, you should, call my name. Hm?”
She always panted like that when faced with unbearable pl*asure beneath him.
‘Tatar.’
However, what flowed from between Vinea’s parted lips was an ecstatic cry as her body finally reached its peak.
“Aah…!”
Her inner walls clenched tightly around him, trembling. Her legs, lifted in the air, quivered, releasing the excitement they couldn’t contain.
Tatar pulled his hips back with all his might, then plunged back into Vinea’s depths.
“Ungh—”
Having released his hot seed into her deepest part, his upper body collapsed onto Vinea.
Tears of overwhelmed pl*asure streamed from Vinea’s half-closed eyes.
He kissed those tears, then pressed his lips against hers as if stamping a seal, while she gasped for breath.
Though he had already cl*maxed once, his still-firm lower half urged him to ravage her further, but she couldn’t handle any more of him right now.
Only she who had experienced all seventy-seven regressions, who had seen the very depths of him, could endure this dirty, murky desire of his.
“Empress, Vinea…”
He buried his face in Vinea’s cheek and called her name desperately.
I miss you. I long for you. Even holding you in my arms like this, the feeling of emptiness, as if my heart has been torn out, doesn’t subside.
Facing the emotions I’ve been avoiding makes me yearn for you even more. Do you feel the same? Even if you don’t, I’ll make sure you do. In truth, her feelings weren’t that important to him.
He whispered to Vinea, who had fallen into what seemed like unconsciousness.
“Come back soon. We need to end this regression, Vinea de Tessibania.”
