Chapter 26

Crackle, crackle.

When she opened her eyes, she was inside an old mountain cabin.

Outside, the pounding sound of rain could be heard, and inside the cabin, where the fireplace had just been lit, warmth was beginning to spread. Kiril, who had been taking blankets out of the cupboard, turned to look at Gayeon.

“You’re awake?”

“Ah……!”

At some point, she was n*ked. Her hair was completely soaked, and the towel that must have been used to dry her body was spread out on the floor. As she blinked on the hard wooden bed, Kiril came over and wrapped her body in a thick blanket.

“When did we get here?”

“About ten minutes ago?”

He said that as soon as they got inside, he had lit the fire and taken off her clothes. Orange flames rippled along the cabin walls.

Slowly, he took off his soaking wet clothes one by one. A black shadow stretched long within the orange firelight. As if it were nothing, he undressed and picked up the towel from the floor to dry his hair. His black hair, wet with water, clung rather long against his face.

“Are you very cold? Your lips are blue.”

The man who must have carried her here through the rain looked perfectly fine. Kiril’s lips were still red. When he pointed out her lips, Gayeon’s hand touched them, but she could not tell their color that way.

“A little.”

The cabin was warm, but her body was trembling.

Wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, she clenched her chattering teeth. Kiril, who had been shaking the moisture from his hair, reached out a hand.

When his hot hand cupped her cheek, Gayeon leaned into the warmth. Seeing Gayeon seize his hand in both of hers and rub her cheek against it, he asked in a low, roughened voice.

“Are you on your period?”

“No.”

Holding tight to his hand, so warm it almost seemed as if he had a fever, and rubbing her cold face against it, Gayeon answered without thinking.

“Then why does it feel like I’m going to get hard.”

From atop his palm, Gayeon looked up at Kiril. Each time her damp breath touched his hand and fell away, he smiled in an odd way. The tension between his thighs drew tight as though he had just killed someone and been drenched in blood.

No, it was a different sensation from when he got hard after killing someone.

A red tongue licked over his lips and wet them. Gayeon’s eyes, hazy with warmth, fluttered.

“You look like I could bite into you.”

Her face was pale, and her lips were pale too. But the urge to bite into some part of her came over him strongly. It was a very rare desire, one that did not contain the impulse to kill. At least right now, he had no murderous intent.

Perhaps the color of the flames flowing over Gayeon’s white body was stirring his l*st. Kiril’s fingers moved past her cheek and stroked the back of her neck. When they brushed the blanket barely covering her below the neck, it slipped down with a soft drop, forming a rounded pool below her waist.

Her full br*asts still glistened with dampness.

Above them, her dark crimson n*pples stood hard. His fingertips trailed over the flesh and idly circled around the *reola. When his nail scraped over her n*pple, Gayeon’s supple waist trembled.

“Haa……”

“This is red enough to bleed.”

Still scratching at her n*pple with his nail, Kiril said it gently.

“Can I s*ck it?”

The breath leaving him was hot. Perhaps the fever was rising from being out too long in the cold rain. Wherever the man’s hand passed, it felt as though she had been singed by hot flame, and Gayeon felt even greater heat.

“No……”

“You can’t.”

At the very moment she was trying to hold on to her last bit of reason and say no, Kiril finished the next words for her. He smiled cruelly.

As if he might bite and swallow her whole, his upper body pressed her down onto the bed. The moment he bit hard into one br*ast, Gayeon’s breath caught in her throat.

“Ahk!”

The soft flesh was fully caught in his mouth. It was so soft that he wanted to bite into it, yet he was careful not to bare his teeth, and Kiril licked around her n*pple with his tongue.

Wanting to take it deep into his throat, he sucked long, then touched it with the tip of his tongue, and Gayeon’s two hands gripped his shoulders tightly.

With every breath, the scent of her body from her br*asts seeped into his nose. The ache below only grew stronger. His p*nis, hard to its limit, rubbed stiffly against Gayeon’s thigh.

“I think I might have a fever.”

Kiril said it with his lips buried against her br*ast. Each time he spoke, her n*pple was caught in his mouth. It was obvious he was doing it on purpose, his fang pressing and scraping against the sensitive nub.

“Kiril……”

“Yes.”

“You……”

She could not properly think of either Russian or English. On the bed, Gayeon did not know how she ought to speak.

Her tearful face was red with rising heat. Kiril’s face, drawing near in shadow, slowly licked across hers from the tip of her chin all the way to the corners of her eyes.

“It’s not the smell of blood. But your scent is strange.”

It stirred him in a subtle way. And the more he was stirred by it, the more his flesh ended up swelling to its limit.

Gayeon’s body was so much smaller than his that she was completely covered by Kiril. Her round br*asts were flattened against his bare chest.

“What do you mean, strange……”

“Open wider.”

“Uh……”

“Your legs or your lips. More.”

A sharp tongue invaded Gayeon’s parted lips. The wet tongue prodded and roamed inside her dry mouth.

Only then, barely, moisture returned to her mouth. Sucking on Kiril’s tongue like a child, she moistened her throat. It felt as if all the moisture in her body was being parched away by the heat.

“You s*ck well.”

Willingly giving her his saliva, Kiril said it in satisfaction, their lips still joined. Gayeon’s dazed eyes were looking directly at him.

She panted at the rough rubbing of skin against skin. The man’s body was burning hot, and Gayeon wanted to draw that heat into herself.

“Angelica, Angel.”

The moment he whispered ‘Angel,’ Gayeon’s breath stopped at the sweetness of it.

It was different from the pet name her adoptive father had used, different from the way Lloyd had called her, which made her skin crawl.

“Kiril. Kiril……”

She tightened her grip on Kiril’s shoulders. She realized her nails were digging into his flesh, but she could not stop. A metallic scent reached her nose. Her keen sense of smell caught the scent of blood from the wound on his shoulder.

“When you call me so desperately like that.”

It makes me want to push in.

The last words did not fully enter her wavering consciousness. Another person’s warmth was too hot. Even while their bodies were pressed together, the scent they had grown used to in this short time was stimulating enough to steal her breath. They had pressed bare bodies together several times already, and only now had the fire caught.

She had underestimated this man. She had let her guard down.

She had simply let his words pass in one ear and out the other. It was a complete defeat.

She could not think of any way to stop him. The one clinging to his body as it pressed against her, unable even to push him away, was clearly herself.

“Like this, squeezing it?”

From the flesh inside her underarm to her whole br*ast, it was gathered into his hand.

“Ah!”

When he squeezed tightly and pushed upward, her br*ast swayed.