Chapter 7 (Part 6)

Only after thoroughly savoring her did Ian pull away. The kiss had been so intense that even after their lips parted, Cecilia remained in a dazed state.  

When her hazy eyes met his, Ian lowered his head. The uneven breaths against her neck felt heavy. But the moment she felt the heat of his breath, he began sucking on her neck forcefully.  

“Hngh, don’t leave a mark….”  

Cecilia flinched and tried to push him away, but Ian sucked harder, as if marking her as his own.  

That can’t be true….  

Cecilia knew that Ian’s actions often caused misunderstandings, so she tried not to assign meaning to his behavior. Still, she couldn’t stop her heart from racing.  

Realizing how her mood shifted based on his expressions, Cecilia admitted to herself that she still liked him.  

What a sinful man.  

Pouting, Cecilia looked down at Ian and slid her hand into his pants, grabbing his hardened member firmly.  

This was the only way to stop his actions. Just by stroking the hot sh*ft briefly, Ian’s body trembled slightly, and as she expected, their lips separated.  

“Your hands are as skilled as ever. Did you perhaps touch your fiancé’s as well?”  

Ian’s face twisted slightly as he panted heavily. Embarrassed by the misunderstanding, Cecilia’s face flushed red.  

“Not yet.”  

As she lowered her head to check his expression, she noticed his face had softened considerably.  

He seems jealous.  

Even though she knew it couldn’t be true, seeing Ian act as if he were jealous made Cecilia’s heart pound. This made her want to satisfy him even more.  

Just as she was about to stroke his increasingly swollen sh*ft, Ian grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out of his pants. Then, he lifted her skirt and slipped his hand into her underwear.  

“Ahh!”  

Startled by the cold sensation, Cecilia struggled to escape, but Ian removed her underwear. Feeling the emptiness beneath her skirt, she tried to close her legs, but Ian spread them wide and lifted her onto his body.  

As her center of gravity shifted and she lost her balance, Cecilia clung tightly to Ian’s neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.  

“Put me down… ahh!”  

Even as she awkwardly begged him to let her down, Ian showed no intention of doing so. Instead, he positioned his hardened member between her legs and rubbed against her.  

She thought she was already soaked from their kiss, but just the sensation of his firm length brushing against her caused another wave of *rousal to gush out from within.  

Embarrassed by how easily her body responded, Cecilia clung tighter to Ian’s neck, avoiding his gaze.  

“It seems like I can enter you right away.”  

However, contrary to her thoughts, Ian seemed satisfied with how soaked she was inside.  

The sound of pants being lowered reached her ears, and soon, the head of his member parted her narrow entrance and pushed deeply inside. It had been so long since she last accepted him that the pain radiating from her lower abdomen was significant.  

“Ugh!”  

A sound almost escaped her lips, but since they were outdoors, Cecilia bit down hard on her lower lip to stifle it.  

“Bite my shoulder instead.”  

Ian’s hand stroked her back gently as if to soothe her, and Cecilia pulled him closer, biting down on his shoulder.  

Before the pain could fully subside, Ian began thrusting his hips. Each powerful upward thrust caused Cecilia’s body to bounce reflexively.  

The tree against her back shook as well, scattering the flowers blooming on its branches into the wind like petals raining down. Trapped between the sturdy tree and Ian’s body, Cecilia had no choice but to endure the pleasure he delivered.  

“Ahh! Hngh! Ahh, ugh!”  

Soon, the pleasure overwhelmed her body enough to cancel out the pain, leaving her unable to suppress her moans any longer.  

“You were trying to hold back when you could make such adorable sounds? Let me hear more. Your voice drives me mad. It makes me crave you even more, filling me with insatiable greed.”  

His voice, both desperate and somehow pained, reached her ears. Cecilia loosened her grip around his neck and looked down at him as their torsos separated.  

Ian still wore a pained expression, as if he were committing some kind of sin. His damp eyes, glistening with moisture, and his seductive, enchanting expression were just as they had been before.  

The only difference now was that Ian’s body seemed even more sensitive, perhaps because of the guilt he felt. That sensitivity only served to heat her body further.  

Cecilia carefully took in what might be her last view of him. Even though he had lost his purity, he still seemed to possess an air of sacredness, and the sight of him made her heart pound uncontrollably.  

At the same time, she felt a pang of sadness in her chest. After today, after helping him this one last time, they would never see each other’s disheveled faces again.  

She might be able to see him if she visited the temple, but Cecilia had no intention of meeting him again. Even though they had shared their bodies in several encounters, the fact that he was a holy messenger of God remained unchanged.  

Breaking his Vow of Chastity didn’t mean he would be expelled from the temple. If there were special circumstances, he could still be forgiven by God.  

Especially since Ian hadn’t willingly broken his Vow of Chastity. He had done so out of necessity, to treat his insomnia. Therefore, he could receive God’s forgiveness and rebuild his faith with a renewed heart.  

However, she had heard that regaining God’s love required enduring a difficult period of suffering and reflection. But Cecilia believed Ian would be able to overcome it.  

Only Cecilia herself would suffer emotional anguish from being entangled with Priest Ian. As she prepared to leave the Bucklew family, she decided this was the perfect opportunity to sever ties with him completely.  

Perhaps because she thought of this as the last time, Cecilia’s body felt far more sensitive than usual. In moments like these, she wanted to feel Ian’s body even more intensely.  

“You can go harder, rougher. Make me forget reality for a little while.”  

Her plea to make her forget reality momentarily brought Ian’s rationality back.  

He had come here with the intention of confessing his feelings, but hearing that her engagement ceremony was tomorrow…  

Realizing this fact belatedly, Ian’s heart grew increasingly anxious. Even though he was inside her, the unease only deepened.  

At the same time, thinking about Cecilia’s fiancé, whoever he might be, made his blood boil. His resentment toward the man grew stronger. It felt as though she had been stolen from him by some stranger who had suddenly appeared.  

Consumed by jealousy, Ian found himself unable to restrain his emotions. At this moment, he wanted Cecilia to think only of him.  

He thrust his hips so powerfully that the sound of their bodies colliding echoed, and his pace grew faster and faster.  

“Ah! Ngh, ahh!”  

Cecilia trembled in his arms, letting out endless moans. But Ian wasn’t satisfied with just this. He wanted to fill the void left by their time apart with even greater intensity, plunging deeper into her.  

Ian lowered Cecilia from his arms and turned her body around, taking her from behind.  

Thud. Each time he thrust into her, Cecilia’s body shook along with the tree she was holding onto for support. Ian drove into her with reckless force, his hips slamming into her roughly.  

Only after climaxing twice inside her did Ian finally let Cecilia go. Even though he knew her engagement was tomorrow, he deliberately released himself inside her. He wanted his essence to fill her completely.  

Cecilia seemed like she was going to say something, but she remained silent. She simply gasped for air, collapsing where she stood. Ian held her in his arms and sank to the ground with her.  

For a while, the two of them sat in silence, catching their breath. In the secluded forest, only the sounds of birds, insects, and their ragged breathing could be heard.  

Ian gazed at the woman in his arms. Her flushed face, exhaling warm breaths, was so alluring that he thought about taking her again, but he held himself back. Losing control once was enough.  

“Do you love him?”  

Instead, he asked about Cecilia’s feelings. Even if he couldn’t confess his own, he felt he needed to know the nature of her relationship with her fiancé.  

“Love?”  

Love? How could she? She was only trying to create an opportunity to escape. What love?  

Cecilia had no intention of explaining her circumstances to Ian. Since they wouldn’t see each other again, there was no need to tell him. It didn’t matter to him anyway.  

“He’s a man chosen by my family, so I’m sure he’ll be fine.”  

So she deliberately avoided the question, giving a vague response.  

“I see.”  

Ian gave a bitter smile.  

Why does he keep making that face that makes me misunderstand?  

If she stayed with him any longer, her heart wouldn’t be able to take it. Cecilia decided she couldn’t remain by Ian’s side any longer.  

She had gotten what she wanted one last time, and now she could truly let him go from her heart. It was time to part ways here.  

“I’ve helped you, so it should last for a while this time. Please return to the temple now.”  

Cecilia stood up abruptly and tidied her clothes. Ian, following suit, adjusted his own clothing and asked,  

“Do you truly want me to return to the temple?”  

“Yes. So please, go.”  

Ian’s actions seemed like he wanted her to stop him, but Cecilia couldn’t understand why. Because of this, she could only respond coldly.  

“…What must I do to change your mind?”  

After a brief hesitation, Ian spoke again, saying something that could easily be misunderstood.  

“What? I told you—I’m getting engaged tomorrow.”  

Cecilia realized Ian was more persistent than she had thought. Not only had he come all the way here claiming his insomnia had returned, but even after hearing about her engagement tomorrow, he still begged her to help him.  

Though she had helped him out of both kindness and selfishness, seeing him cling only when it suited him left Cecilia feeling heavy-hearted.  

Believing that continuing this conversation would only deepen their wounds, Cecilia suddenly stood up as if she had just remembered something.  

“I need to hurry back. There’s a lot to prepare for the engagement ceremony. Take care on your way back!”  

“…Understood.”  

As Ian watched Cecilia hastily return to the mansion, he let out a deep sigh.  

He hadn’t come here intending to sleep with her. He had only wanted to confess his feelings and then slowly build their relationship.  

However, seeing Cecilia hurriedly leave after sharing their intimacy left Ian doubtful about whether he could ever win her heart back. No matter how much he clung to her, it felt as though her feelings wouldn’t change.  

Still, he had no intention of giving up like this. He may have failed today, but next time, he planned to reveal his true feelings to her.  

The fortunate thing was that tomorrow wasn’t her wedding day. Breaking off an engagement was not uncommon, so there was no need to act hastily.  

Having a sense of urgency could lead to failure, so Ian decided to take his time and gradually win Cecilia’s heart.