It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 148
If that thing had a personality, it’d probably be vicious.
…No.
What the hell was I even thinking?
After watching a bead of clear fluid well up from its tip despite the cold water he’d just poured on himself, I quickly turned my head and pretended not to see.
Lionel had told me to stay still, but I couldn’t bring myself to.
Wrapping myself in a large towel, I perched on the edge of the massage bed and began vigorously drying my hair.
‘Someone really needs to invent a hairdryer already…’
Among noble houses, there were plenty of mana stone tools, like the faucet that heated the water. But they still lacked variety.
Maybe once everything was over, I could put in a request.
Mana stones were ridiculously expensive, but so what? Lionel owned multiple mana stone mines.
Wrapped in a robe, Lionel took a step toward me then paused, one foot still between us.
“…?”
I tilted my head, puzzled. He smiled, his lips curling faintly at the corners.
He gave me a boyish grin.
I stared at him, utterly spellbound. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him smile, and yet suddenly, my mind went blank. In the space where thought had vanished, all that remained was the pounding of my heart, loud and unrelenting.
“Serenia.”
As that deep thudding echoed through my skull, Lionel gently took hold of my dangling foot.
And then, without breaking eye contact, he pressed a kiss to the top of it.
My lips parted in surprise, but his voice reached my ear before I could say anything.
“I think I’ve fallen for you all over again.”
He smiled once more, and I could only stare at him, mouth still slightly open.
“I know the order’s all tangled and wrong… but may I kiss you?”
He wasn’t wrong.
Just like how we had somehow fumbled our way into an engagement before even our hearts had caught up, the sequence of everything between us was always hopelessly jumbled.
As I reached out in silent permission, he closed the last bit of distance and tilted his head to meet my lips. His tongue slipped in right away, swirling slowly through the heat of my mouth as he lifted me into his arms.
One hand cradled my rear, the other wrapped firmly around the back of my neck as he strode out of the bathroom.
Lionel and I devoured each other’s lips with no pause, sucking, savoring, licking, drenched in each other’s warmth.
By the time our bodies finally sank onto the bed, the place between my legs was soaked all over again, rendering the bath completely useless.
“You did well to hold back.”
He whispered in that low, tender voice, then laced his fingers with mine, pressing both our hands down onto the sheets.
And at last, the thick, weighty thing that had been pressed between my thighs slowly pushed into the trembling entrance.
I felt my body, tightly closed, begin to part, felt myself being pierced, flesh from within. And in that moment, I knew.
Just as Lionel had said, I’d been waiting for this, for all of this.
What happened in the carriage hadn’t been enough.
It wasn’t about hurriedly grinding our bodies together to satisfy a need.
What I wanted was this, to hold him close, to feel him with every part of me.
I needed the steady pressure of his hot, solid body, the fullness it gave, the anchoring weight.
This moment, when I felt I had completely claimed him, and he had completely claimed me, was enough to send waves of rapture through me.
“Lionel…”
My lips, slick with saliva, parted in a whisper. With his brow furrowed, his breath rasped low in his throat, and he thrust to the deepest part of me in one stroke.
Only then did he exhale the breath he’d been holding, and crashed his lips against mine once again.
The way he slammed into me, hard enough to leave a sting… it felt good.
So did the way my b*****s rubbed up against his firm chest, crushed tight with every movement.
As I curled my tongue against his, a moan of satisfaction slipped out of me.
