Chapter 8

“……Um.”

It was around the point when the physical closeness, the breathless stillness, and the taut tension swelling between them had made her throat dry and left her unable to move even a fingertip properly that Chloe finally parted her lips, which had been trembling slightly.

“Here? Right now?”

“Why, don’t you want to?”

“It’s not that I don’t……”

“Are you hesitating? Shall we stop here?”

When he started to lift himself away, Chloe hurriedly wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. If they stopped now, everything would come to an end. Aaron was the only person she had to cling to.

More than that, she did not want things to become awkward between them. Her father, the only link between them, was gone, so Aaron no longer had any reason to keep treating her kindly. As time passed, she would likely be forgotten by him like any other person who had once briefly crossed his path, and she would become even less someone in a position to speak to him.

“It doesn’t matter to me. As long as it’s what you want, Senior……”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes.”

For a fleeting moment, he felt reassured. Perhaps even satisfied. Aaron pulled Chloe closer still and nibbled lightly at her earlobe. Soon afterward, when his warm breath brushed her ear, Chloe shrank in on herself.

His damp tongue traced the curve of her ear and moved down, lower and lower, along the line of her neck. Then he bit at the slender white nape that had been holding his gaze from earlier.

“Hng.”

Aaron slowly licked and sucked at the place marked by his teeth. After taking in the sight of the quickly reddening trace, he slowly lifted his head.

Aaron’s eyes, which had been nothing but icy blue, had deepened before she knew it, wavering like the depths of the sea.

“Kiss me.”

Those eyes were too frightening. That deep blue color felt like the sea itself, as though it might pull her endlessly down into its profound depths. It seemed better not to look at them. Then perhaps she could maintain at least a little of her reason.

That was why she needed a kiss. Because then she could close her eyes.

“Now you’re even begging.”

Mischievously, Aaron lightly bit the tip of her nose, then pressed his lips to hers. Between the lips that now opened for him at once, since they had done this a few times already, his thick tongue slipped smoothly inside.

Perhaps she had become used to it now, because as Chloe slowly began to follow him, Aaron’s hand naturally slipped between her smooth legs as though finding its proper place. His large hand stroked her thigh, then curved inward and brushed over the damp undergarment where heat had gathered.

“Ah.”

At the unfamiliar sensation, Chloe drew her legs together. Even so, when Aaron did not withdraw his hand, Chloe, her face turning bright red, grabbed onto his arm.

“Um, there……”

“You don’t like it?”

“No, it’s not that, ahh. It feels strange.”

Chloe buried her face in Aaron’s shoulder. It was odd and warm and it felt good, but it was too awkward and embarrassing to look at Aaron’s face.

Letting out a low laugh, Aaron gently stroked the back of Chloe’s head as she clung to him. It’s all right. You’ll like it. As he soothed her softly, the tension left the arms that had been holding tightly to him, and the woman’s legs parted.

“Haa……”

Chloe’s warm breath, almost like a m*an, heated the nape of Aaron’s neck. Feeling his patience steadily wearing thin, Aaron removed the undergarment soaked and clinging to her and touched the flushed flesh beneath. The tender flesh, untouched by anyone else’s hand, softened here and there beneath the unlawful movements of a bold man’s fingers.

When he lightly scratched and pressed over the little swollen bud, Chloe gave a small cry. After he stimulated her a few more times, she nearly broke, tears even gathering, and a rush of moisture spilled out, running over the back of his hand.

You really do get wet well, making this worth it. You may actually have talent for being a mistress. 

Muttering something rather cruel inwardly, Aaron pushed his finger deep inside her.

Ha. Aaron’s neat brow furrowed. Warm, slick, and the tightness was no ordinary thing.

“Chloe, you……”

You’re not plain at all. If anything, you’re far more stimulating than those women who are merely pretty in the same dull, ordinary way. 

A somewhat fierce smile settled at the corner of his lips. Aaron pushed in another finger just like that.

Parting the tight inner walls clinging around him, he began thrusting his fingers below more quickly. Her narrow waist jolted, and the br*ast he had marked with his teeth trembled. When the fingers plundering below became three and moved faster, even the cry she let out, mixed with tears, was so indecently alluring that it clung thickly to his ears.

Ha, you really drive a person mad. 

Aaron pulled her slender legs long so that their lower bodies pressed tightly together. The bulge at his front struck repeatedly against the heated softness of the woman beneath, so warm and flushed with gathered heat. With every movement of his waist, pumping at a steady rhythm, the woman’s smooth legs stretching out on either side fluttered loosely.

“D*mn it. Chloe. Hoo.”

I want to put it in. 

Right now, he wanted to drive into her and thoroughly move inside her. Stimulated by being pressed again and again by his rigid arousal, her slick moisture ran down from between her legs. Her high cries rose and rose, and the wet sounds filling the enclosed carriage pressed at his hearing too, making it harder and harder for him to endure.

But he could not do that. He could not steal the first time of the daughter his revered mentor had loved so dearly inside a moving carriage. Forcing down his heated excitement, Aaron fixed his eyes on the blue gaze grown hazy with the remnants of nearing cl*max.

“Hng, Senior……”

For a very brief moment, he wavered, thinking that if she herself was offering, there was no need to refuse. But he held himself back again and again. He was not some beast, nor some fool crazed over women, so what was the rush? Chloe was going to come to him of her own accord anyway. She was already prepared to do that, so why should he force it.

You really should be grateful for my conscience, Chloe. You truly ought to be grateful for my patience in holding back and holding back again because I cannot let an innocent junior’s first time happen in a place like this.

Aaron brushed aside Chloe’s disheveled bangs. Her hair, which had been neat without a single strand out of place, was now disordered and somehow looked languid in a way he found very pretty, and he pressed a kiss to her round forehead with a soft smacking sound.

At that tender touch, Chloe’s heart softened, and a clear, faint smile spread across her face.

“How do you feel?”

“It feels good……”

“……”

“Teach me more. I’ll learn well.”

Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck. At a distance where even the slightest movement might make them touch, their gazes tangled thickly together.

Aaron let out a laugh like a sigh. This woman probably could not even imagine what kind of position she was putting herself in right now. What sort of place she was trying to step into in order to avoid a marriage she did not want.

After a short hesitation, he slowly lifted himself up. Then he sat Chloe upright as well and pulled her dress, which he had stripped away, back into place.

“Senior?”

She had been staring dazedly at that handsome face when she suddenly realized that he looked far too neat.

The only one in disarray was Chloe. The proper dress that covered her whole body, so prim it was practically conservative and unsuited to a banquet, was bunched around her waist. Her br*asts were almost entirely exposed, and her legs were bared enough for even her garter belt to be visible. 

Below, ah. 

Only when she became aware that she was no longer wearing her undergarment did she feel the emptiness and coolness there.

A rush of shame flooded her, and Chloe tried to put her dress back on properly. But with her strength drained by the lingering heat, it was not easy.

“I’ll do it.”

Aaron, who had been watching, reached out his hand. He pulled her dress back up and straightened it, carefully retied the ribbon behind her back, then smoothed down the skirt to cover her legs. She had more or less returned to how she had looked at first, but there were still wrinkles here and there that made it look as though she had been rolling around in quite a struggle.

“I suppose I’ll have to buy you clothes first.”

To suit his taste. No matter how he looked at it, Chloe did not seem to have much sense for fashion. 

What would suit her?