2.7

“Baron!”  

“Stay still. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”  

Lucius smacked her bottom lightly and sprayed perfume around the lounge.  

“This should do.”  

“It’s not about cleaning up—”  

“I know.”  

Lucius carried her out to the terrace attached to the lounge.  

As he locked the door, the noblewomen entered the lounge.  

“Oh my, someone’s just been here.”  

“Indeed. Judging by the perfume, they must have finished tidying up.”  

“More importantly…”  

The voices of the noblewomen were audible through the glass.  

Clara held her breath and gripped the terrace railing tightly, staring down at the ground far below.  

‘So, I’m supposed to jump down there, huh.’  

She thought Lucius had found the answer in his own way.  

Even if she broke a bone, it would be better than being caught in such a compromising situation.  

“Why? Thinking of jumping?”  

“Isn’t that why you brought me here?”  

“Nope. I brought you here to find a quieter place where we can continue.”  

“What are you talking about?”  

Clara was so stunned that she couldn’t even respond.  

Lucius took her hand again and placed it on his manhood. Then, he gently bit Clara’s earlobe.  

“Hah… Why does it only react to you?”  

“I had no intention of making it react. And why does it only react to me?”  

“I don’t know. Maybe you slipped in some strange potion that day.”  

“A potion? No, it was just… ugh, just a herb that supposedly enhances *rousal.”  

Clara tried to continue speaking but struggled as his teasing fingers distracted her.  

“Well, there are things like that, you know. Things that make you fall in love…”  

His fingers slid up her thighs and pushed into her entrance.  

Though she had already cl*maxed once, her insides still felt soft and pliable.  

Lucius had to suppress a groan at the warm, clinging sensation of her inner walls.  

There was no need for Clara to know that love potions didn’t work on him.  

If his words could shake her heart even a little, it would be to his advantage.  

“Love… ugh, you don’t even believe in such things.”  

“I don’t.”  

Lucius answered as he explored every inch of her wet, sensitive insides.  

When he spread her open, her fluids slowly dripped down his fingers.  

If Clara had seen this, she would have gasped and covered her face in embarrassment.  

But for Lucius, it was a mesmerizing sight.  

He made Clara grip the railing tightly and lowered his face.  

Grasping her smooth thighs, he slowly used his thumb to part her folds.  

Even though many women had shared his bed, he had never felt the urge to examine this closely.  

To him, s*x was just a pastime, a way to relieve stress, so he never cared about how things looked.  

But now, as he gazed at the small, flushed opening before him, desire surged within him.  

“Ugh, what are you doing there? Ah!”  

“Just wondering what it might taste like.”  

Before Clara could respond, Lucius pressed his lips to her moist heat.  

Startled by the sudden action, Clara straightened her back.  

But he didn’t just kiss her.  

She felt his tongue licking her, and soon it delved inside.  

“Ah, mmph, ugh.”  

Unable to let out a loud moan, Clara bit down on the upper edge of her dress.  

The voices of the noblewomen echoed loudly through the window, and she feared they might burst onto the terrace if they heard even the slightest sound.  

“Hah, mmph, please, ah…”  

Clara sobbed and pleaded, but Lucius continued to suck on her relentlessly.  

He was intoxicated by the sweet taste of her fluids.  

Though he had initially thought it might be unpleasant, he decided to try it because it was Clara.  

‘Damn, does it really taste this good?’  

Lucius was genuinely surprised.  

Her opening wasn’t dirty at all.  

In fact, the liquid flowing from her was irresistibly sweet and fragrant.  

As he licked her feverishly, his lower half grew harder, thrusting into the empty air uncontrollably.  

“Ah, no, ugh, stop, please.”  

Though Clara kept saying no, her body betrayed her.  

A flood of fluids soaked not only her entrance but also Lucius’s entire face.  

To him, this made her all the more endearing.  

Why did she keep saying no when her body was clearly saying yes?  

If only she could be as honest as she was when she first approached him.  

‘Well, I guess I have no choice but to help her be honest again.’  

Lucius bit down gently on her delicate flesh, pushing her closer to another climax.  

Overwhelmed by the growing pleasure, Clara leaned her upper body against the railing.  

She wanted to let out her moans freely.  

She wanted to grab his hair and fully express what she was feeling.  

She had tried so hard to resist, but deep down…  

“Ah, ahhh, hnngh!”  

Clara’s suppressed pleasure finally erupted.  

Lucius’s precise teasing with his tongue sent her vision into a blinding white as she reached her peak.  

In that moment, she forgot all about the possibility of someone overhearing.  

As Clara’s body trembled uncontrollably from the overwhelming sensation, Lucius caught her before she collapsed onto the cold floor.  

He couldn’t let her fall onto such a hard, chilly surface.  

Now that she had cl*maxed, Clara finally felt the cold.  

She instinctively burrowed into his warm embrace.  

When she lifted her head to look at him, her face turned bright red.  

“What?”  

Lucius tilted his head, curious.  

Clara couldn’t bring herself to answer.  

It was too humiliating to mention that his face was covered in her fluids.  

But despite her embarrassment, the clear, glistening liquid on his eyelashes, nose, and lips didn’t look strange or dirty at all.  

In fact, it made him look even more sensual.  

Without realizing it, Clara licked her dry lips.  

“Did you hear something strange outside just now?”  

“A sound? What kind of sound?”  

“No, it was like… a moan…”  

It seemed someone inside the lounge had heard the final moan Clara couldn’t suppress.  

The noblewomen’s voices grew louder and busier.  

“Moan?”  

At that word, the lounge fell silent for a moment before erupting into murmurs.  

Some voices were filled with disdain, but most were curious about who might be having a secret rendezvous here.  

“There are quite a few young ladies here tonight.”  

“Oh, it seems their youthful passion got the better of them.”  

“Well, such things are common at parties like this.”  

Hearing the noblewomen’s chatter, Clara held her breath.  

The mere thought of becoming the subject of their gossip sent chills down her spine.  

She couldn’t bear it.  

She absolutely didn’t want to be caught like this.  

“Oh, perhaps it’s Baron Lucius. With looks like his, who could resist?”  

“If only I were a few years younger, I’d have made a move on him myself.”  

Hearing the bold comments about him, Clara glanced at Lucius.  

If middle-aged gentlemen had made such remarks about her, she would have been trembling in shame.  

But Lucius seemed completely unfazed.  

In fact, he looked amused.  

“By the way, the door here was broken earlier… Could the Baron be nearby?”  

At that, the lounge fell silent again.  

After a moment of stillness, the noblewomen burst into laughter.  

“That’s amusing, Madame Isabella. If that were true, do you think Baron Lucius would have stayed quiet?”  

“Exactly. With his flirtatious nature, he would’ve made even more noise for them to hear.”  

What vulgarity…  

As Clara vowed never to stoop to such crude jokes, Lucius pulled her dress up to her shoulders.  

Then he wrapped her in his cloak.  

“Lucius…?”  

Clara looked up at him, confused.  

The grin he had worn earlier was gone, replaced by a cold expression as he gazed down from the terrace.  

Curious, Clara followed his gaze.  

And at that moment, she locked eyes with the last person she wanted to see.  

Aiden.  

He was standing below, looking up at the terrace.  

More specifically, at Clara, who was nestled in Lucius’s arms.