Chapter 242
This space had been layered with devices meant to prevent detection, created as a place to hide in case of emergency, but Serenia knew nothing of that.
Naturally, her beautiful eyes were still filled with anxiety and urgency.
And yet she lifted her hips, trying to take him deeper, trembling as she stifled her moans.
Just moments ago, he must have been thinking that he needed to reassure her.
But now, nothing remained in his mind.
‘Serenia… my Serenia….’
Nothing but her.
He forgot where he was, forgot what he was supposed to do.
Desiring her, craving her, that was all he could think of.
Gripping her soft, supple b*****s tightly, he moved his hips without restraint and drank in the sweetness of her tongue and lips.
“Hah….”
When she let out a sound without realizing it and then startled, her eyes rounding wide, she was so lovely it made him feel like he would lose his mind. The fact that what was reflected in those eyes was none other than himself sent Lionel’s excitement surging all the way to the crown of his head.
“If it feels good, then make more noise. It is fine.”
When he pulled his lips away and whispered, she covered her mouth and shook her head from side to side.
“If you do that, hhk… if we get caught….”
Even the way she hunched her shoulders and mumbled was unbearably cute, and his hips refused to stop. Physical and mental pleasure swelled to their limit, to the point where he felt he might climax at any moment.
Even now, he could feel arousal fluid streaming from the tip of his length. At least half of the loud, sticky sounds must have been from what he had spilled.
“They do it day in and day out… Huh, that’s what they do.”
Had they not flaunted to Serenia, shown her and let her hear, the sight of themselves rolling around obscenely despite not even being engaged, not even lovers?
Just thinking about how Dantère had dared to soil the bed where Serenia had once lain made Lionel want to kill him on the spot.
Even after smashing the bed and burning it the very next day, throwing out the bedding as well, his anger had not subsided.
How many times had it been now? Without a trace of remorse, they were shameless beyond belief.
It was always them who were acting without propriety, so why should Serenia be the one who had to be careful?
Of course, Lionel had no intention of letting even a hint of Serenia’s sweet moans or anything else that might stir their imaginations slip out, but he hated seeing her shrink back or read the room.
“Shall I throw those barbarians out right now?”
As Lionel placed his hand against the back of the bookshelf, Serenia gasped in alarm and grabbed his hand.
“N, no….”
Perhaps because of her tension, the already narrow space inside tightened as if it might sever him, squeezing and kneading relentlessly.
“Ah….”
At that dizzying stimulation, Lionel nearly brushed against the mechanism that opened the door.
“Haah, Serenia….”
“I do not want to… I do not want them to see….”
See what? That was absurd.
Lionel had no intention of showing them even a single strand of her hair. This wanton, disheveled state was something only he should see and remember for the rest of his life.
In feelings he could never reveal to Serenia, he wanted to wrap her from head to toe in blankets so no one could see her, and carry her around in his arms.
Just imagining Ardin or Dantère, or even the knights, stealing glances at her exposed calves or slender wrists made his insides burn and his teeth grind.
Even Halid was no exception in this regard.
What Serenia had been wearing around her waist had been Halid’s coat, which meant he had surely seen her calves or ankles as well.
Even knowing that Halid was not the type to betray him, in that moment Lionel had been genuinely angry.
The fact that Serenia had asked Halid for protection, that she had relied on him even briefly instead of Lionel, only twisted his insides further.
That was why he had not refused Halid’s request for a sparring match last night. Serenia had fallen asleep first, leaving him with time to spare.
Seeing Halid’s back as he left, shoulders slumped in disappointment, had made Lionel waver just a little, but at least for today, he had no intention of indulging him.
