Chesterfield Mansion: The House of the Man Who Hates Me - Chapter 46

 He naturally thought they could return to the townhouse. 

 But Izer Chesterfield was stupid. Consumed only by the thought of finding Celian, he realized only after finding her that they could encounter a wolf pack on their way back. 

 The cabin Jade had told him about was just a few dozen meters from the chapel. Before Izer could help her down, Celian hopped off the horse. 

 It was too cute to be a gamekeeper’s cabin, and had too little furniture for a couple’s home. As Celian looked around the single room with suspicious eyes, Izer tried not to think about the cabin’s original purpose. 

 Even the couple who married today had refused this cabin. That was fortunate for Izer and Celian. Izer stared at the scene spread before him as he opened the window. 

 ‘I can see why it was a place for the first night.’ 

 There was a small lake right next to the cabin. Surrounded by trees and undergrowth, the lake was inaccessible except through the cabin. 

 Moreover, that lake was strikingly beautiful. 

 Starlight poured down from the wide open sky. Leaves floated on the dark water beneath the crescent moon with closed eyes. The glistening rocks jutting out here and there around the lake made its purpose for newly married couples obvious. 

 The man’s eyes narrowed as he looked out at the lake through the square window frame. 

 Something new appeared on the empty lake. 

 A woman’s bare foot touched the water. Splash, the cheerful sound broke the quiet summer night. 

 “……” 

 The woman with her back to the cabin gradually moved away. 

 Splash, splash, with each step, the water, excited by its rare visitor, cheered. 

 The moonlight reflecting off the water that swallowed her slender ankles and smooth calves became distorted. Around the time when the starlight rippling around the woman’s body filled her waist, the man began unbuttoning his shirt. 

 Pop, pop, the initially slow movement gained speed. Standing n*ked in the empty cabin, the man opened the door carrying only a dagger and hunting rifle. 

 Only after placing the weapons on a rock—close but where water wouldn’t reach—did he turn his eyes back to the lake. 

 The dark lake rippled at Celian’s chest level. As she hadn’t moved for a while, the starlight regained its shape on the calm surface. 

 In the spectacular scene where the black sky and lake met perfectly, the woman with her long silver hair flowing down her back seemed to float in the middle of the night sky. 

 In Treven, there’s a tale of a young man who was turned into a deer and hunted as punishment for peeping at a goddess’s bath. 

 When he first heard that story, Izer thought the goddess’s revenge was excessive. Sympathy for the poor young man was a bonus. 

 But now his thoughts were different. 

 The young man must have done more than just peek. He must have wished it was his hands gathering the goddess’s long hair. 

 Though he knew she was a being he shouldn’t touch, he must have been desperate to jump into the lake where she bathed and part those thighs. 

 In his mind, the young man had already violated the goddess. He could almost see the young man’s daring face, unable to forget the pleasure even as he died from the arrows. He was certain the man would make the same choice even if he could go back. 

 New ripples arose at the edge of the lake. 

 Izer walked through the water toward the wavering shadow. Soon his chest became wet. His soaking wet hair seemed a pitiful punishment for one who coveted her. 

 The woman took his hand. His fingers, helplessly drawn over the thoroughly wet flesh, trembled. A voice that seemed to have been drawn from the deepest part of the lake settled at the bottom. 

 “You’re being forward. This is unlike you.” 

 “You told me to live like a Berienne.” 

 Hearing her words, the man roughly turned the woman’s body.

“Izer, hold me.” 

 ***

 “Hng……!” 

 Her breath caught. The hand cradling the back of her head went limp. 

 “Breathe.” 

 The forest’s clear night air filled her lungs that were granted permission to breathe. After giving just a brief moment’s gap, the man crashed his lips against hers again. When Celian kept her lips tightly shut against his fervor that seemed like it would suck out her breath, he playfully tapped between her lips with his tongue and whispered. 

 “Stick out your tongue.” 

 Her lips parted as if intoxicated by his sweet voice. There was no need to stick out her tongue as requested. After all, Izer would wrap around it and pull it in anyway. 

 Saliva of unknown ownership wetly entangled the root of Celian’s tongue. Izer showed the kindness of tilting his head back when he thought he might accidentally bite, but the woman with closed eyes grabbed his neck and pulled him in. 

 At that point, Izer decided to hand over control to her. When he applied slight pressure to the hand cradling her head, she took it as a signal and aggressively delved into him. The tip of her tongue that traced his teeth and then caressed his palate was smaller than his. 

 The part that had been bothering him since earlier attacked his tongue. When he slowed his movements as expected, she became irritated and prodded with the body of her tongue, causing Celian to let out a weak moan from the pain. 

 It seemed she had developed a canker sore that appears when tired. A caring lover would immediately stop kissing and tuck her into bed, patting her to sleep, but he was a person standing at the complete opposite end of a caring lover, and so Izer’s teeth gently bit the spot where the canker sore had formed. 

 “Ah!” 

 It was just enough mischief to extend what would heal in two days at most by about one more day. Rather, blood came from his lower lip that Celian attacked as if to bite off. The passionate Miss would sometimes make such unexpected moves. 

 They say that when reason disappears, only instinct remains. What instinct do they speak of? The mating between man and woman to leave offspring. Pleasure and climax were cunning tricks to make that mating feel ‘good.’ 

 Among those, there was no action of biting the other’s lips to draw blood. 

 But Izer was in the best mood. When they returned tomorrow, people would guess why his lip was split. They would whisper indecently, adding credibility to the rumor that this woman was his. 

 As a reward, he wanted to leave clear marks on her neck. The man who finished that thought buried his face in her neck. 

 The woman twisted her body at the pain of being bitten. But while floating in the water impaled on his c*ck, her legs that tightly squeezed his waist as if afraid of falling remained firm. 

 His hand brushing through her wet hair touched a thin metal chain. Following that now-familiar sensation would lead to a small cross hanging at the end. 

 On a body not granted a single thread to cover up, the only thing she wore was a silver cross that would have been embroidered with the Milky Way receiving starlight and moonlight. 

 Hearing her continuing moans, Izer asked in a thick voice. 

 “Should I buy you a new necklace?” 

 “Hnng!” 

 “If you’re going to seduce, something more flashy and eye-catching would be better.” 

 “Ngh, don’t, need, anything else.” 

 Izer deliberately interpreted her words in his favor. That the reason Celian still wore that necklace was because it was the only piece of jewelry left since it wasn’t worth enough to sell. 

 The thoughts floating on the water’s surface couldn’t deepen. Her lips heading for his earlobe reached their destination. 

 After brushing back his soaking wet black hair, she bit his earlobe. A moan escaped Izer’s mouth at the vivid sensation. 

 “Kugh……” 

 Ripples started from in front of the rock supporting the woman’s back spread to the edges of the lake. The surface that had been trying to maintain calm shattered. Neither starlight nor moonlight could maintain their form any longer, surrendering and fading to the anomaly that overtook the lake. 

 Though the position of being suspended and thrust into couldn’t have been very comfortable, her lips showed no signs of leaving his ear. She stuck out her tongue to lick, then sucked with smacking sounds. 

 Seeing this made him realize who this woman was. Celian Berienne, the person who knew him better than that. 

 The woman who had been raising her head and roughly licking his ear dropped her head onto his shoulder and whined. 

 “More, thrust more……” 

 Even vulgar words became chirping when flowing from her lips. 

 Their lovemaking in the water was satisfying. Though he had tried thrusting while roughly submerged in a bathtub before, doing it in water up to their chests was a first for both of them. 

 He was dissatisfied with how her body floated up excessively with the help of buoyancy each time he thrust his hips up, but this made her legs squeeze his waist more tightly, filling him with euphoria. The firm squeeze inside and out, as if saying she wouldn’t let him go, felt just like this woman’s obsession with him. 

 He felt like he would get drunk on the splashing sounds each time he scraped her insides. s*x with her was this ecstatic. Touch, sound, sight, smell, even taste. The layered stimulation exploded in his head. 

 Enough to fear becoming addicted. No, perhaps it was already too late for such worries… 

 His yearning voice called her name. 

 “Celian, Celian……” 

 Though limp, she responded to him. Her whole body was busy responding to him. Her throat exhaling breaths, her heart racing fit to burst, her inner walls squeezing tightly…… 

 Izer gritted his teeth. This was quite a different sensation from before.