It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 51
I couldn’t keep my fingers or toes still.
They twitched and curled, grasping at nothing.
Then, as soon as Lionel pulled away, I stumbled like someone who had missed a step in midair.
Even in such a ridiculous state, he didn’t laugh. Instead, he simply wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me with ease.
I barely registered the sensation of being carried to something soft before my awareness was consumed by something far more pressing—
His lips, returning to mine with relentless persistence, as if he couldn’t wait a second longer.
Unlike me, satisfied with just fleeting touches, Lionel sought more. With every pass of his mouth over mine, a rough, heated tongue grazed against my lips.
Licking. Sucking. Ravishing. He devoured me with the desperation of a starving man.
And then— When his tongue finally slipped past my lips and into my mouth, My mind exploded into a shower of white sparks.
His tongue—hot, sinuous, and demanding—dragged along the softest parts inside, moving with a slow, deliberate intensity.
“Mm, Ah…”
A whimper escaped before I could stifle it.
Each time our mingled breaths deepened, and the thick warmth of his saliva slid down my throat, my toes curled tighter.
I didn’t even know what I wanted, only that my body ached, instinctively pressing against the firm weight of his knee between my legs.
I wondered if this was this what being drunk felt like.
Everything felt hazy, dreamlike, as though I were floating.
Whenever my heavy eyelids fluttered open, his gaze—frantic and starved of composure—filled my vision, blurring the lines of reality even further.
The e****c sensations searing into my body were the only undeniable truth. Had I known that my shy first kiss would lead to something this depraved, would I still have dared to kiss him?
But I had no regrets.
Not when the drag of his tongue against mine sent shudders rippling through me, filling my veins with an addictive kind of pleasure.
Not when his fingers, reverently tracing my cheek, my earlobe, my throat, treated me as though I were something fragile, something precious.
Not when his taste—something I had never imagined craving—was inexplicably sweet, leaving me insatiable, aching for more. I swallowed and swallowed, but my thirst only deepened.
And as my breaths turned ragged, my pulse hammering wildly against my ribs, the world tilted.
Sensing my dwindling strength, Lionel finally withdrew, resting his forehead against mine.
“Serenia.”
His low voice ghosted over my lips, warm and sinful.
“Why do I find myself wanting you this badly?”
My lashes fluttered as I slowly opened my eyes.
His lips—those same ones that had just been devouring mine—descended softly onto my closed eyelids.
Then my brows. Then my forehead. The corner of my eyes. My nose.
Gentle, lingering kisses, each one deliberate, each one grounding me from the dizzying rush of moments before.
My limbs had gone slack, melting into the bed, trembling involuntarily in the aftershocks.
Lionel stayed with me, smoothing his fingers through my hair until my breath steadied.
“Sleep. I’ll wake you in time.”
A large, warm palm cupped over my eyes, shielding me from the dim glow of the lanterns.
‘Your Grace, you should rest too,’ I mumbled sleepily. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.
Lionel rarely laughed aloud. I wished I could have stayed awake long enough to hear it again.
Even as consciousness slipped away, my heartbeat pounded in my ears, deafening and restless.
For a moment, I thought it was my own. But perhaps… It was his.
And just before I was fully pulled into sleep, a final realization struck me—
Now that we had crossed this line, we could never go back to the innocence of our previous relationship.
* * *
The process of renouncing my vows was surprisingly simple.
Had I been an official priestess, ordained after years of rigorous theological study, it would have been an entirely different matter. The temple would have demanded proper justification for the resources spent on my training.
But I had been different from the start. A girl who had merely sought refuge in a monastery with a generous donation, only to discover divine power resting within her.
It was regrettable, but there was no real reason for them to keep me.
