It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 64
Just how did he manage to keep something that big confined in his pants? It had to be uncomfortable.
Leaning in, I whispered into his ear,
“The truth is, I was nervous.”
The warmth of his breath ghosted over my skin.
“When I’m with you, I get so flustered. My heart races like it’s broken, and I can’t catch my breath… I was afraid you’d notice and think it was strange, so I avoided you.”
I hesitated, then slowly lifted my gaze to meet his.
Lionel sat completely still, as if he were processing my words one by one.
Then, his long lashes quivered.
And in the very next moment, his half-lidded eyes darkened as he leaned in—
And swallowed my lips whole.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me tightly against him, with his arms around my shoulders and waist.
This was our third kiss.
I had spent days replaying the second one in my mind—his scent, the softness of his lips, the rough drag of his tongue. But in reality, it was so much better than I had remembered.
I surrendered myself completely to the invader that delved deep into my mouth, parting and stroking the tender flesh inside. His saliva trickled down my throat, and I swallowed instinctively.
Even that simple motion sent heat spreading low in my belly, across my entire body. Perhaps I had been like this ever since I climbed onto his lap.
Sitting atop a man whose desire had swelled to its limits simply by sharing the same space with me—how could I not react when he was a man I wanted so desperately?
His face, his body, his careful and gentle nature.
His arms, locked around me, tightened gradually, pressing our lower bodies flush together. Through the thin layers of fabric separating us, I felt him twitch against me.
My underwear, already damp beyond hope since witnessing the raw entanglement between Dantère and the maid in the library, was now utterly soaked.
Once I became aware of it, I realized I might as well admit it.
I didn’t want to stop at just kissing.
I wanted to do something more sinful with him.
Peeking at Lionel between feverish kisses, I carefully lifted the hem of my skirt, shifting my hips experimentally.
It was the same position Dantère had used when he had pinned the maid against the door in Vivian’s room.
Though I still had my undergarments on and Lionel hadn’t even loosened his waistband, if someone were to walk in at this moment, they would have no doubt that we were in the middle of something obscene.
Each time I ground down against him, the utterly soaked fabric of my underwear clung to my shape, the dampness outlining every contour.
If I kept rubbing against him like this, I thought, I might even stain his trousers.
But I couldn’t stop.
The way his brows furrowed, the deep groan that rumbled in his throat as he reacted to my movements—it only stoked my desire further, urging me to be bolder.
I slid my hands down from his shoulders, reaching for his belt, fumbling at the fastening. I wanted to unbind him, to free him from where he was painfully confined.
I managed to undo his belt and tug his trousers open.
But that was as far as I got.
The moment my fingers touched his undergarments, Lionel’s eyes snapped open, and his hand seized my wrist.
Breathless, lips swollen and glistening from our desperate kisses, he rasped,
“If we go any further… I won’t be able to stop.”
As if to prove his words, the thing that had been trapped inside his clothing strained free, slapping against my palm through his thin drawers.
I had only guessed at its size before, but now that I felt it—truly felt it—I flinched in shock, my fingers curling away on instinct.
If I didn’t stop him now, something far beyond my control would happen.
Because the sheer presence of it, the raw intimidation of what was pressing against my trembling fingers… Was terrifying.
