Chapter 65 (1/2)

More, more. She wanted a more stimulating sensation. Vivian’s tongue moved with the unfamiliar movement of a nomad that craved for an oasis, and Aidan strongly sucked at her tongue. As Vivian shivered, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Ahh.” A whiny moan popped out. As she did so, Aidan let out a light laugh from the end of his nose.

Could the blood of a magician run through his veins? Vivian thought. It was entirely possible for him to have hidden the fact he wielded magic. Otherwise, there was no other way to explain why every part of her skin that grazed his fingers felt as though it was burning up in flames.

His hand trailed across his shoulders down past his collarbones, and soon reached her chest. The moment Aidan roughly grasped her chest, Vivian couldn’t tolerate the pain and tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

When she pulled her lips away and whined slightly in pain, he searched for her areolae and softly pressed against it as if to comfort her. The feeling of his hands could be felt plainly through her clothes.

“Heung…….”

His lips stopped her lips once more. The expression that it’ll work out one way or another wasn’t merely written in ink, but had settled into reality.

Kisses, if you looked at these affections in isolation they may seem to have little importance, but when it rushed inwards collectively, it made the mind hazy and chaotic. Vivian, who understood the theory, wasn’t able to follow and stumbled in confusion. Just then, Aidan who had momentarily pulled away spoke.

“Breathe through your nose.” (T/N: Isn’t this common sense? Oh gosh, Vivian… :facepalm:)

He rested his forehead on hers and caught his breath. A his rough breathing together with his low voice, Vivian felt like her hair stood on end.

Vivian, who stared into space as though her soul had been sucked out, seized into consciousness suddenly and opened her eyes which met those deep blue eyes. Those burning blue eyes were unmistakably overflowing with lust. Maybe it was due to his pale skin, but his gloomily shining eyes were now red.

Bewitched, Vivian forgot her current circumstances and gazed at him. His tongue, his touch, his voice, his gaze, and even the sound of his breathing were all undoubtedly seductive. The very figure of sensuality and pleasure: Vivian recalled the Black Grand Duke’s repute and gazed blankly. A long while, she finally let out the breath she had been holding in.

“Ha, ha.”