I Stole the Emperor's First Night - Chapter 110

Ariel woke up only around lunchtime.

Under the blanket, her body was covered only in a negligee. She guessed that Leopold must have taken off her sand-covered dress.

When she stepped out of the room, the sweet smell of pancakes filled the living room.

Walking slowly to the kitchen, Ariel saw Leopold making pancakes.

“You’re awake?”

He didn’t need to turn around to know that Ariel had approached.

She must have come unguarded. It was obvious without looking. Ariel Diaz would never know with what restraint he had closed the door with and why he had started making pancakes. Never.

A white arm wrapped around his waist. Her hand groped his upper body over his shirt. Leopold put down the spatula and grabbed Ariel’s arm.

“Eat this first, then we’ll continue what you were doing.”

Otherwise, they might end up eating cold pancakes. Leopold’s voice trailed off. But Ariel, a swordmaster, clearly heard his murmur.

“We can reheat them.”

“Then they won’t taste good.”

She didn’t care. His words lacked any sincerity. Ariel pulled her arm free from his grasp and slid her hand under his shirt. She felt the ridges of his abs, like valleys, under her fingertips.

“Ariel.”

“Yes?”

His breath came out rough and heavy with her name. His body flinched sporadically in response to her soft touch.

His neck and earlobes turned red.

Come to think of it, she had always been on the receiving end with him. Not that it was unpleasant, but it was fun to watch his reactions.

And she wanted to provoke him more. She wished he would take her to the bedroom immediately, but Leopold was holding out quite well. Though he stood still, unable to move, accepting her touch.

The pancakes began to burn.

How could she make him crumble?

Her hand, which had been wandering over his firm abs, moved up to his chest. She traced the contours of his pectorals with her fingertips. She teased his rock-hard chest.

Soon, she withdrew her hand from his chest and slid it down his spine, which was split in half. Then, she lifted his shirt and scattered small kisses on his back.

“Uhm…”

A groan escaped his lips. Leopold’s back arched like a bow under the intense pleasure. His head tilted back.

Ariel continued to kiss his back as she lowered her hand. She slipped her hand into his pants and touched his buttocks.

Her hand moved along the curve of his buttocks. The firmness she felt under her palm pleased her. She squeezed his buttocks, moving her hand slowly in circles.

The pancakes were burning.

Leopold hurriedly lifted the frying pan and turned off the stove. Then he turned around. A playful smile hung on Ariel’s lips, who was panting with excitement.

“I wanted you to eat them at their best…”

Even if you’re hungry, I don’t care. This is your doing. His voice, drenched in ecstasy, touched her lips. He lifted her by the buttocks as he kissed her.

His straight brows furrowed deeply as he sucked on her lips roughly. His body staggered as he carried her to the bedroom.

Ariel, with her eyes half-closed, stared into his dark red eyes. His pupils, dominated by possessiveness and lust, had already lost their light.

Severe thirst. He laid Ariel on the bed without breaking the kiss. Kneeling on the bed, he leaned over her.

His hot lips moved to her earlobe. His white teeth gently bit the soft flesh. She exhaled a moan and unbuttoned the front of his pants.

Her leisurely moving hand touched his most sensitive spot. Leopold, who had been showering her neck with kisses, tilted his head back.

“Ugh…”

He let out a low, cracked groan.

I can’t hold back any longer.

Leopold reached behind her. His thick fingers quickly unbuttoned her negligee.

***

After the passionate moment passed, Ariel felt hungry.

“I’m hungry.”

Leopold kissed the corner of her lips at her affectionate voice.

“The pancakes smelled good.”

“Because of someone, I wasted a whole batch.”

He said, sweeping back his dark blue hair. Ariel clung to his waist and pleaded.

“Make them again.”

“Just wait a bit.”

At her alluring voice, he let out a low, pained laugh and got up. Ariel watched him leave the room from under the blanket.

‘Why do I feel embarrassed all of a sudden?’

Realization hit her. What did I do? Where did my hands wander?

Ariel pulled the blanket up to cover her face.

On the white blanket, she pictured Leopold’s face, who had lost all reason under her touch.

‘I want to do it again. No, I want to try it again.’

She wanted to see his face, blushing shyly, once more.

***

After eating a hearty meal of pancakes drenched in maple syrup, Ariel finally noticed the sand scattered all over the living room floor.

She was aghast. She grabbed a broom and swept the floor. She brushed off the sand that crunched under her bare feet, gathered it in a dustpan, and threw it in the trash.

“The sand, the sand. It’s no joke.”

“You sat down on the sandy beach in your dress, so it’s only natural.”

Ariel nodded at his words and went for a walk with Leopold.

They walked barefoot on the beach under the scorching sun. The sea breeze, filled with salty air, blew through Ariel’s hair.

He tucked her golden hair behind her ear as it fluttered in the wind and held her small hand tightly.

The conflicts between them had long been resolved. The external hardships had disappeared.

By now, Ariel wanted to draw plans for the future together.

“Leo.”

Leopold, who had been watching the sand scatter with each step, looked at Ariel when she called him.

“Yes, El.”

Her jade-colored eyes sparkled with sunlight. She called his name as if she were about to say something, but it took her a moment to continue speaking.

“When will we have a baby?”

Leopold’s eyes widened at the unexpected question.

A baby.

Even though he had held her in his arms countless times, he had never thought about having a baby, a being born from their combined blood.

His red eyes trembled.

“Have you not thought about it?”

“Uh, uh…”

He had been so immersed in the joy of possessing her that he had pushed other matters aside. Now that he thought about it, one of those things was planning for children.

“Why are you so flustered? You and I have been so busy. It’s natural, considering it hasn’t been long since we confirmed each other’s feelings.”

Her warm voice eased his tense heart.

A child.

A child born of Leopold Diaz and Ariel Clark.

Just imagining it made his heart flutter.

“Have you thought about it? About having a child?”

He answered her question with another question.

Since pregnancy and childbirth were related to a woman’s body, Leopold thought Ariel’s thoughts were more important than his own plans.

Ariel had also never deeply considered having children, pregnancy, or childbirth. She had never imagined that she would have someone she loved, let alone that person being Leopold. But now she wanted to think about it seriously.

“I do want to have a child, but I don’t have any concrete plans or thoughts yet.”

“I don’t know about anything else, but I want to have a daughter.”

Although he knew well that he couldn’t choose the gender of the child, Leopold still wanted to have a daughter who resembled Ariel.

With her beautiful appearance and strong character, she would become the first empress of the Atlan Empire and remain a historic figure.

He was secretly looking forward to it.

“Well, I also want a daughter… but it would be nice to have a son who resembles you.”

“A son who resembles me?”

The idea of having a son who resembled his flawed self puzzled Leopold. He tilted his head, waiting for Ariel’s answer.

“Yes. Don’t you think it would be cute?”

He couldn’t bring himself to say ‘not at all’ to Ariel, whose eyes sparkled with anticipation.

He reluctantly nodded.