[Leif’s Chamber—Continuation—Leif’s Pov]
His words still rang in my ears. Tonight is going to be longer.
Longer? What was that even supposed to an? ...the kind of "longer" that made my legs tremble like jelly and my bathrobe feel far too thin?
Alvar’s breath ghosted across my ear as he leaned in, his voice low and maddeningly calm. "Why are you trembling, Leif? ... Are you scared of ?"
Scared? Ha. No. Well—yes. Maybe. Okay, fine, definitely.
I gulped, gripping the hem of my robe tighter. "N-no. I-I’m not scared. Just... cold. Yep. Very cold. Freezing, actually. Frostbite-level."
His smirk deepened as his hand brushed over my bare knee, his touch scorching hot—utterly ruining my excuse.
"Cold?" he murmured. "Strange... because to , you feel like fire."
. . .
. . .
My brain stopped functioning. Fire?! Excuse —who just casually says things like that?!
"I-I think you need your eyes checked," I stamred, trying to scoot back. "I’m not fire; I’m more like... um... soggy bread. Very safe. Very un-threatening."
He tilted his head, amused. "Soggy bread doesn’t blush this much."
My face burned hotter, and I swatted his arm. "Stop saying embarrassing things!"
But he only chuckled, catching my wrist mid-swat and holding it firmly, his gaze burning into . "Then stop looking at like that."
"I—I’m not looking at you any special way!" I squeaked.
"Yes, you are," he whispered, his lips so close I felt his breath when he spoke. "Every ti your eyes wander... every ti you bite your lip to hold back words... you look at like I’m already yours."
. . .
. . .
"Are you not?" I asked.
For a heartbeat, silence stretched. His lashes lowered, then his lips curved into that dangerous, lazy smirk of his. In one fluid motion, he stood and tugged up by the hand. My chest collided with his, his arm sliding around my waist until there wasn’t even a breath of space between us.
There is officially 0.0 inches of personal space. The ergency exits are blocked.
"I am yours," he said softly, eyes glinting like molten gold, "and you’re mine. Since we belong to each other..." His fingers brushed the nape of my neck, lingering there, sending sparks down my spine. "...why don’t we mark each other? Can I, Leif?"
My breath hitched.
My brain scread. Warning: the male lead belongs to soone else in the script; abort mission! But my heart? My traitorous heart kicked my brain straight out the window.
"Yes..." The word ca out barely above a whisper. "...you can."
He smirked, slow and dangerous, and then in a second his lips were on mine.
At first, it was soft—almost unbearably tender. His mouth brushed mine like I was fragile glass, coaxing open with patience I didn’t deserve. My eyes fluttered shut, my fingers curling helplessly against his chest.
The soft press of his lips drew a shaky sigh from , and when he deepened the kiss just slightly, a soft "mmm..." slipped out before I could stop it.
His hand slid up the back of my neck, tilting my head. And then—everything changed. The kiss turned rough and hungry. His lips crashed over mine, demanding, devouring.
My body jolted, a muffled "Ah—mmhh—" spilling out as he pressed back.
I tried to breathe, but he swallowed the sound greedily, kissing harder, deeper, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, tasting , owning . My knees gave way beneath until, without realizing, my back thudded against the wall near the fire hearth. The heat of the flas licked my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of him.
"Mmh—ahhh..." The moan slipped helplessly past my lips, our mouths still connected by a slick string of saliva when I finally pushed him away with my weak, trembling hands.
"Hahh... Al...var..." I gasped, chest heaving, lips swollen.
He looked down at , eyes dark, predatory and yet maddeningly calm. "... What’s the matter? Was I too slow?"
I froze, brain short-circuiting. "...S-slow?" My voice cracked as my hands pressed against his bare chest, feeling the muscles twitch beneath my touch.
I blinked up at him, dumbfounded. "You were devouring like a beast who hasn’t eaten in days—and you call that slow?"
He smirked, teeth flashing, and bent low enough to nip my cheek. "Because... I’m still hungry for you, my love."
A shiver shot straight down my spine, my knees knocking.
"Ahh—" I gasped when his tongue licked the side of my neck, wet heat followed by a sharp nip. My breath hitched, another shaless "Mmh... ahh..." tumbling free.
His mouth kept working down my neck—sucking, nipping, tasting every inch as if morizing . Each ti his teeth grazed , I jolted, a desperate moan breaking past. "Ahh—Alvar... mmhh—"
anwhile, the other hand found the knot of my robe. In one effortless tug, it ca loose, and with a slow slide of his big palm, the fabric slipped off my shoulder.
I flinched, every nerve in my body sparking as the robe slid away completely—falling like water to the floor.
"Hah... hah..." My chest heaved.
My hands twitched uselessly, trying to cover myself, but it was pointless. I was—completely naked in front of him.
His gaze burned into , sweeping down every inch of exposed skin. For a terrifying heartbeat, I thought I’d combust under the weight of it.
He leaned in, teeth grazing my ear, his breath hot as he whispered, "Am I doing it right?"
A shiver ran through so hard I nearly collapsed. My voice trembled, "Y-yes... but..."
His hand pressed flat against my chest, warm and large, thumb brushing across my pounding heart. His eyes didn’t move from —hungry, possessive, as if I were prey already caught in his claws.
"But?" he echoed, tone low, amused, and dangerous.
My throat bobbed, words stuttering out. "It’s... it’s unfair. I—I’m all naked and you—you’re still wearing... pajamas..."
For a mont, he blinked at . And then—he chuckled. Low and deep, the sound rumbled through his chest as his hands slid down to grip my waist tighter. Before I could react, he pulled flush against him, no gap left between our bodies. I gasped, heat roaring through .
In one smooth, frighteningly easy motion, he scooped up into his arms. My arms instinctively clung around his neck, legs trembling in the air.
"D-don’t just lift like that!" I yelped, face burning.
"Why not?" His smirk widened as his lips brushed my cheek. "You fit perfectly in my arms, Leif. You were made to be carried like this."
My heart did a dangerous flip, stomach twisting. "Y-you’re insane—"
"Mm," he humd, his voice dark velvet against my ear. "Then let drive you insane with ."
He shifted higher against his chest, my bare skin pressed into the heat of him. I could feel the ridges of muscle through the thin fabric of his pajama pants.
"Don’t worry..." he murmured, pressing a kiss just below my jaw, "...you’ll be seeing the complete soon enough."
A violent shiver tore through , heat curling low in my stomach, every nerve sparking with dangerous anticipation. And then—before I could even catch my breath—he lifted higher and tossed gently onto the bed. My body bounced once on the mattress, my heart lurching with it.
He leaned over , caging in with his arms. The firelight carved his bare chest into shadows and ridges, his eyes devouring like I was already his feast.
"Now..." His voice dropped, rough and commanding. "Tell , Leif... how do two n pleasure each other?"
My entire face went up in flas. His smirk deepened as he studied my every flinch, clearly enjoying this more than he should.
But for the first ti since I beca Lief—hell, maybe in both lifetis—I desperately missed the internet. Pornhub. Google. Literally anything.
"I—I an..." My voice cracked as his weight pressed just enough to remind how helplessly pinned I was. "...just... like normal people do sex. n... do the sa way too..."
"Mm." His gaze traveled down my body, slow and unhurried, like a lion savoring every inch of prey before sinking its teeth in. His hand traced over my chest, down my stomach, smoothly, making tremble and squirm.
Then his eyes locked with mine again. Hungry. Serious.
"I have read books," he murmured, voice husky, "about n and won." He leaned closer, lips grazing the shell of my ear, sending lightning through . "But..."
His breath was hot. His words were blunt.
"...where will I put my cock inside?"
"—!"
My entire brain short-circuited. I froze. Staring at him. Trembling under his heat, my mouth opened and closed like a dying fish.
WHERE. WHERE. WHERE.
Sobody—please—BRING THE DAMN INTERNET TO THIS WORLD!!!
The silence stretched, thick with my panic and his deadly calm curiosity. My lips twitched, my body squird, and I realized with horror... Tomorrow, the history books would not rember as a ruler, not as a hero.
They would rember as the man who had to explain gay sex to the Grand Duke—aka—Male lead of this damn Novel.
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