Romeo and Rosaline - 38

Rosaline glanced at Tybalt with trembling eyes for a moment. Saturated with a sense of impending doom, she gritted her teeth. His adequate tenderness was nothing but deceit.

She let out a sigh and began unfastening the shoulder straps of her garment, one by one. Her arms trembled uncontrollably, but if this was Romeo testing her limits, she willingly obliged. SHe was truly alone now, without him. She was the one who felt regret.

Ignoring the streaming tears, she undressed, revealing her rounded shoulders and bony collarbone.

“You willingly undress, even in front of that bastard.”

He pulled Rosaline closer, wrapping his large hands around her trembling body, and pressed his cheek against the flat space between her br*asts. It was unclear whether he was expressing dissatisfaction or satisfying his desires.

“If you listen well, I might send you back to Capulet.”

Mixed with jealousy and lust, he bit into her delicate neck, his excitement evident. He glared at the people behind her, beyond her shoulders.

“Get the f*ck out.”

William was the one who dragged the immobile Tybalt along. Israel and Raphael, who anticipated what would happen next in the temple, blushed in embarrassment and turned their ears red, while Tybalt seemed flustered.

But William was different. His cold eyes sparked as if he had found a solution.

“You’ve extinguished all the candles in the temple. I wonder why?”

It was customary to light scented candles in the temple. Especially in such a grand temple, it would be unthinkable to extinguish them while the master was present.

“Does Kata dislike the scent?”

“What nonsense. He never even cared about such things.”

William looked into the air and burst into a brief laughter.

“That Rosaline fellow, so self-sacrificing. She was also devoted to your cousin, which is probably why she came here.”

“…….”

“If it’s for a lover, wouldn’t you do anything?”

As Tybalt looked at him as if asking what he meant, William smirked and looked back at him.

“I think I’ve found it. A way to keep her away from Kata.”

* * *

There had been a time like this before. A time when Romeo and I went to the temple to clean and shared love in front of the altar.

But it wasn’t as merciless as today. Though rough, there was an abundance of tenderness. Without holding back even after climaxing, he looked at her as if he had lost himself and kissed her lips again, the sensation of their combined fl*ids mixing and permeating in the heat, the passionate love that couldn’t be grasped… everything.

He keenly sensed her longing for a different time and firmly grabbed Rosaline’s chin. Their foreheads touched, and his intense gaze was cast downward. His c*ck entered her and he lowered his waist, causing her abdomen to fold as her inner walls contracted under pressure.

“Ah…!”

Her legs, draped over his shoulders, convulsed slightly. Romeo twisted his lips into a contorted smile.

“Do you want to go back to Capulet when you saw that bastard?”

“You know I don’t. I don’t want to go.”

Rosalyn pleaded, already exhausted from repeated c*mming. The opaque s*men that filled her v*gina bubbled out of her tightly engorged perineum like foam, and she couldn’t find the right words as she cl*maxed after cl*max.

She didn’t expect a normal life in Verona, but she intended to stay with him, even if it meant continuing their clandestine encounters.

He always spoke as if someone had abandoned him. Didn’t he claim to understand her because of it?

“I’m different from the person who abandoned you in the past. I will be with you… I…”

“Oh, will you save me?”

A simmering anger mingled within his smile.

“Different from the person who abandoned me in the past?”

He laughed loudly, as if mocking her. Breaking free from her grasp, he pressed his forehead against hers. Lifting his hips and assuming a position to claim her once again. The inner walls, already stirred by multiple insertions, parted under the pressure of his p*nis.

“Romeo… Hng…!”

Grabbing both of her wrists, he pushed in, painfully slow, all the way to the root. Rosaline squirmed, pressing against the threshold, then arched her back as if to make room, the fullness below sending shivers down her spine.

He gazed mockingly at her rounded waist and erect n*pples, lifting the corner of his mouth as he met her blurred eyes.

“I thought it would be different when we were in Verona.I mistakenly thought you had accepted me.”

He was clearly angry.

“But again, you’re trying to drown me in false hopes.”

He withdrew until the gl*ns that had thoroughly ravished her inner depths hung at the entrance. She was supposed to say that it wasn’t like that, but as he grazed her sensitive spot while exiting, her breath caught in her throat.

“When you see me, you don’t even smile.”

His cheek touched Rosaline’s cheek, like a lost dog seeking solace.

“While crying.”

Just a little tired. She felt sad because it seemed like their relationship would never progress. But she couldn’t easily be honest, so she could only mumble.

His movement, rejecting her silence, abruptly halted. His piercing red gaze was fierce, as if trying to uncover her intentions. She needed to say something, anything, but as his hand firmly grasped hers, she felt a foreign sensation.

“Romeo…!!!”

Rosaline screamed. He had pressed her finger against the wound between her ribs. Despite the tingling sensation of the reddened flesh, he tightly held her palm and pressed harder.

She struggled and tried to pull away, her face turning pale, but the grip of the hand that held her didn’t loosen. Romeo was even laughing longer than usual.

“Romeo, Romeo… Ah!”

Rosaline’s neck snapped back beneath the swift thrusts. His erect p*nis poured out seminal fl*ids and pressed against her, as if about to burst inside. The overwhelming pleasure made her vision turn white with pleasure.

Fear and excitement mingled, melting her mind. But this was just the prelude, as he bowed his waist. His entire palm touched her wound. Despite her tears and resistance, the forceful penetration continued, as if dull resistance would break. The sound of flesh colliding was chaotic.

“It’s okay to cry. Just stay here. Stay with me forever.”

“Ah, ah.”

Romeo whispered as he kissed her, his mouth tearing at her neck.

“I want you to suffer. I wish for us to live together in this abyss forever. I want you to witness my death until the end.”

Even in moments of losing herself, the pleasure trampled over her, making the act more intense than ever. Her entire body was ablaze with pleasure, but her heart was utterly shattered.

“I would crumble with a single gesture from you, but would you still take me?”

“You’ve broke me!!!”

At the peak of cl*max, she suddenly recalled his words from the past and realized. It was Rosaline who had ignored his clear warning,

and Romeo had already crumbled.

* * *

With the intention of firmly announcing Kata’s allegiance to the royals, it was announced that the coronation ceremony would create a long procession from northern Arsha to the capital and last for a month.

Since it was customary for Kata to wear revealing clothes that showcased a body unaffected by any conditions, the remaining scars had to be treated.

Even though the injuries had been healing shortly after they occurred, once they arrived in Arsha, they remained the same even after several days. While it didn’t bleed unless touched, William couldn’t bear to see the wounds lingering.

The treatment was conducted in utmost secrecy, with only medical professionals allowed into the room where Kata stayed. Rosaline couldn’t hide her anxious expression as she waited outside the room for his treatment to be completed.

“Please leave. Come in as soon as it’s over.”

Something about Romeo’s order made her jump. Rosaline became uneasy and paced in front of the room, wondering if he was trying to push her away for no reason.

In the empty corridor, Duke William approached from the end and stood in front of the door. Startled, Rosaline looked at him, and he slowly lowered his gaze, tapping his throat lightly.

“When your throat is not well, what should you do? What is not good? I asked him that once before.”

“….”

“He told me not to expose it to any kind of smoke. Even my twin sister often suffered from chest pain.”

He smiled slyly. His blue eyes felt like dark flames.

“It’s strange. He used to turn guts and organs inside out on the battlefield, not caring about the smoke from burning corpses….”

“…I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

His gaze lingered on Rosaline. Now that he had become a duke, he seemed to carefully conceal his emotions, unlike Romeo, who openly displayed his feelings. It was difficult to speculate on his intentions even though he seemed to be observing closely.

He spoke.

“I find it strange how similar he is, then and now.”

Of course, he was the same being, then and now. But his next words were enough to confuse her.

“Usually, it takes time to shed the flaws of a human when assuming divine form, but this is too slow. Moreover, if his body doesn’t heal, it’s dangerous.”

“…?”

“Some say that because he couldn’t shed his human heart, it’s causing this. It’s strange. He used to recover well until he arrived in Arsha. It made me think he might even die.”

“…….”

“Doubts about his divinity are growing.”

The hint of a smile completely disappeared from his face.

“Is there any reason you can think of for him to become like this?”

Now William’s intentions were blatantly clear. He was expressing his concern for Romeo’s safety because of Rosaline. As she stood there, speechless, William smiled and gently took her hand.

“You seem to know well enough, Rosaline.”

In Rosaline’s hand, there was a dagger. It was the same beautiful dagger that once pierced Juliet’s stomach. William’s footsteps, treading on the elongated shadow of Rosaline, were light.