"Yes. . . . .it should be."
For two days, he suffered from unknown guilt and headaches. But that night, when he heard that Edith had woken up. He was barely in shallow sleep, and a suspicious figure woke him up.
'What is it? Is it an assassination?'
While he was trying to reach for the dagger he had hidden under his pillow. He realized the next moment that it was Edith who had broken into his room. The light scent of roses made he know that it was her before the sound of her footsteps. Wondering what the woman who had fainted and barely woken up come to his room late night, he let Edith do what she wanted to do. Edith came to the bedside and stood there for a moment. Just when he thought it was an assassination, Edith slowly bowed down. He could smell her sweet flesh, and Killian almost forgot how breathe. Edith, who hesitated for a moment, kissed him lightly and made him feel anxious. A light kiss that is non-committal between the lips. If you were in deeply asleep, you probably wouldn't have noticed it. The moment Edith kissed him, Killian opened his eyes widened in surprise. And he looked at Edith, whose eyes were closed right in front of him, and their lips were still pressed together. Her long brown lashes fluttered, and her thin eyelids slowly opened as her lips parted. But Edith wasn't surprised to see Killian's eyes open. As if she knew that he was going to wake up. . . . .
"I'm, I'm sorry. I . . . . I'll get back. So what i mean. . . . ."
Killian couldn't just leave Edith, who was about to go back, leaving only a futile kiss.
'As expected, the rumor that you use your body as a weapon seems to be true. You're trying to seduce me with your body because you think you're at a disadvantage, right?'
The inexplicable guilt I'd been feeling quickly dissipated, and a heat that I didn't know, whether it was anger or excitement, rose from his lower abdomen. He was frustrated, but on the other hand, he also wanted to see how far he could go. Before he could think of anything else, he was already holding Edith's forearm.
"You been pretended that you're not all this time, but now you're so horny that you can't even hide it anymore?"
No, he was in heat himself. It was probably a violent, one-dimensional desire. He knew it, but out of habit, he reproached Edith and pushed her.
"No, I just want to kiss. . . . ."
Killian hurriedly threw Edith over the bed, who was trying to protest timidly.
'You just kissed me and tried to go back. How could you make such a ridiculous excuse. . . . .'
Killian snorted and determined to see clearly what she was doing.
"Satisfy me like Riegelhoff's flower snake. Well, who knows, I might be interested in that body of yours."
"Yes. . . . ?"
Killian took off Edith's gown, who looked embarrassed, and put his hand inside the hem of her spittle, which he had felt he had to do from the last time. Her smooth thighs trembled at his touch.
"Kil, Killian! can you really do this?"
"Is it okay to do this? What are you asking?"
"No, i mean. . . .me . . . .I wonder if it's alright for you?"
Killian's hand stopped.
'So, even though she knows I'm in love with Lizzy, but she doesn't care enough to worry about my situation?'
Teeth gnashing. at the same time, I felt the urge to flatten the bridge of Edith's nose. He soon began to stroke Edith's soft flesh again.
"That's not for you to ask. you're the one who crawled into my bed in the middle of the night because you're so sure of yourself."
Then he swallowed Edith's lips as if he would not allow any more trivial thoughts. He had no intention of doing what Edith did, which is just tickling his lips. when he parted those soft, warm lips and found something sweet and smooth, Killian felt a rush of excitement that made his hair stand on end, and before he knew it, he was deep in the kiss. Edith's breath, lips, tongue, and saliva, which should have been disgusting, were ridiculously sweet and fragrant.
"Eup, Eup!"
When I finally managed to pull my lips away from Edith's panicked, breathless face, she could only stare in amazement. Killian laughed at the sight as if it were ridiculously.
'Hmm, pretending to be naive.'
He took her hand in a provocative gesture and placed it on his chest.
"It must have been a pity that you only peeked every time, but take this opportunity to take a good look of it and touch it as much as you want."
"Uh, how did you know that. . . . !"
"The diary."
Edith's expression, which opened her eyes wide enough, made her mouth drop open too. It was worth seeing. Killian thought he was crazy, but he held her hand and let her touch his upper body. It was something he forced herself to do, but Edith didn't try to get her hands off on him, either. A thin, soft hand, completely different from his, brushed over his sunburnt skin, it's enough giving him a goosebumps. He tried to embarrass Edith, but his throat was dry.
". . . . Are you satisfied?"
"What? Ah. . . . well, that. . . . yes. . . . "
It was strangely gratifying to see Edith unable to take her eyes off on his body, even as she freaked out. I also felt like I was teasing an innocent lady. Killian, who is unable to resist the way she touching him with her mouth, opened a little, He buried his lips in the nape of her white and thin neck.
"Hmmm!"
Edith sucked in a breath, making a weird noise, but it was cute for now.
'Edith Riegelhoff is cute, I must be crazy.'
Indeed, the warm body temperature and the rising scent of roses made my head dizzy. I used to think it was a gross, disgusting smell, but now I'm wondering why it's so good. I felt like I'm going crazy. Around her neck hung the ruby necklace he had so generously bought for her. The ruby, as red as a drop of blood on the nape of her white neck, suited Edith well. I still can't forget the tension when Edith puts her hair together and entrust her neck to him. Thanks to you, my hands shook while wearing the necklace on you. I thought she was going to make a fuss about this cheap thing on me, but she's been wearing this necklace ever since. For some reason, his stomach tickled. Then he kissed the spot on Edith's collarbone where the ruby had touched, then continued to dip and press his lips, moving lower and lower.
"Ah. . . . ! Killian. . . . ."
Something snapped somewhere in his head as Edith called his name in a desperate voice. After that, Killian couldn't control himself. It was just the beginning of a night dominated by passion, instinct, hot body heat, and slippery sweat.
***
Did. I did it. And now I was hiding in Killian's blanket.
"She not feeling well today. Get some bath water ready."
"Yes master."
Unperturbed by Killian's orders, which were completely different from usual, the maid prepared a bathtub by the window of Killian's room after a while with the other two maids. They covered the side of the bathtub with a cover, prepared towels and gowns, and bowed their heads before leaving. Killian, who stretched himself out, pulled the blanket back, then lifted me up and hugged me.
"Well, i can walk. . . . "
"I know."
"Ah. . . . yes. . . . "
It was embarrassing to have a moment like this in the bright sunlight, apart from what happened at night. I didn't know where to put my hands and eyes, so I eventually buried my face in both my hands. His heart was shaking, and a low beat was heard. The vibration seemed to hold and shake my heart.
"Tell me if it's too hot.'
He hugged me in his arms and sat me slowly in the bathtub.
"uhhh. . . . ."
As I sat in the hot tub, I let out a moan of satisfaction. Again, a small chuckle was heard.
"You were dozing off in the bathtub alone on the first night, and I guess you quite like take bath in tubs?"
"Ah, haha, yeah, what. . . . "
Killian gently washed me, dressing me in a robe, and wiped me again with a towel. As I stood there and was unable to resist anything.
"You'd better take a good rest for a few days."
"Well. . . . . I should."
We had a passionate night, and he even washed myself, but I didn't know how he felt about me. i don't think he's crazy, so he's not going to suddenly tell me he loves me, and I'm sure he's been holding it in for Lizzy, and it's just exploded. Although she became a substitute for Lizzy, she was not miserable. That was when he was a man of a tolerable level. I'm doing this with the most handsome and sexiest guy by my standards, and I can't help but hate that. I don't expect anything emotional from this man, but he's being strangely affectionate today, and my heart melts,melts, and melts.
'It's a huge change compared to the wedding day when he didn't want to touch even one of my fingertips.'
I laughed for no reason because I remembered him wearing a ring with a stony look on his face. After drying my hair thoroughly, he even dressed me well with acupuncture and then ordered a maid outside to call Anna.
"I think you have a little fever, so as soon as you return to your room, cover yourself with a blanket and rest."
"Yes,thank you."
We looked at each other and hesitated to say something more and broke up. I returned to my room unnoticed with Anna, who had come to pick me up, but I could not understand the whole series of events last night and earlier.