Chapter 6.4

“Uh, ah!”

Just then, the towel she thought she’d tied tightly slipped loose, and she stepped on the end.

“Careful!”

If he hadn’t caught her, she would have fallen forward and hit her nose. Realizing she’d almost caused a real accident, Daphne let out a sigh of relief and grabbed his forearm. She looked up to thank him.

“Ah…”

Their faces were far too close. The towel was hanging off his arm, but it had long lost any purpose. Evan, instinctively staring at her exposed chest, drew in a sharp breath and leaned his head back.

“Y-you should get dressed. I’ll stand guard so no one else comes in.”

His head was held stiffly high, his jawline sharply defined. Even the veins stood out from his quickened breath. Daphne unconsciously reached for the back of his neck.

“Um, S-Sir Grey?”

Her fingertips barely touched him, so there was no way she could feel his heartbeat. Yet, she felt as if the pounding tension was traveling through her skin.

Was it just her imagination?

Daphne carefully pressed her lips to his. She didn’t even know why. As she slowly drew in his full lower lip, Evan let out a rough breath and immediately kissed her back.

“Mmm… mm.”

She’d already forgotten that she was nearly n*ked. Daphne gently stroked his chest with both hands, turning her head slightly. His chest felt solid beneath her palms. She could sense every bit of tension and excitement.

Before she knew it, slick arousal had wet the inside of her thighs. Daphne clung to him, begging for more kisses.

‘If you really have feelings, you get wet just from seeing his face, you know?’

‘No way, really?’

‘You don’t believe me? I’m serious! When I was dating my husband, I got wet all the time, and it was honestly a pain. I had to carry spare underwear because I got so wet. You watch and see what happens when you’re with Sir Clyde.’

Why was this conversation popping into my head now? Did I really have those kinds of feelings for him? 

She was confused, but the comfort of his arm wrapped around her waist made her exhale slowly through her nose.

“Ha… Sir Grey.”

Evan pulled away, his brows furrowed as if in distress, and called her name softly. The heat lingering in his breath gave her chills.

His eyes blazed, hot and intense like a fire. Daphne gazed into them for a long moment before speaking.

“…Shall we?”

“Here, you mean?”

“There’s no reason we can’t. We already said we can’t always go to my place.”

Daphne wiped her lips, damp with saliva, with the back of her hand as she continued.

“Like you said, no one comes here at this hour.”

A hint of confusion flickered in Evan’s eyes. But after a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed her waist, lifted her, and moved her to the bed.

“But you mustn’t make any noise. The soundproofing here isn’t very good.”

“…I’ll try.”

Daphne made a motion as if to cover her mouth, but gasped as his solid body settled between her open legs.

Even though Evan hadn’t touched her yet, he stared openly at the slickness already wetting her most sensitive place.

“You’re already wet?”

Daphne averted her eyes and nodded. She could have denied it, but since she’d ended up like this just from seeing him, she couldn’t bring herself to lie.

Without warning, his fingers parted her and slipped inside. Daphne frowned and let out a small gasp. His fingers, exploring gently, pressed here and there deep inside, caressing her with light pressure.

“Mmm, mm…”

As her soft m*ans escaped, Evan brought a finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet. Was he really worried? His eyes sparkled so brightly it was hard to believe. But under that gaze, Daphne found herself reaching her peak even sooner.

He hadn’t even moved much, but as slickness welled up, Evan looked at her for a moment, then brought his wet fingers to his own lips.

“What are you—!”

Startled, she tried to stop him, but he was much stronger. As a last resort, she smacked his forearm, but it only made her hand sting as if she’d hit a rock.

Did he even realize what he was doing? Evan licked her arousal from his fingers, then ran his hand over his now fully aroused member.

“I’ll go slowly.”

Her body felt so relaxed she couldn’t even answer. As the anticipation of pleasure built, Daphne took a deep breath and nodded.

But instead of entering her right away, he teased her, rubbing the tip against her entrance. Each time he nudged her sensitive spot, a shiver ran up her spine and she had to bite her lip to keep quiet.

“Ah… please, hurry.”

She couldn’t help but beg. Grabbing his forearm beside her head, she pleaded, and a strange light flickered in his eyes. Was this the third time? Her mind was spinning, unable to form a coherent thought.

Evan looked down at her, breathing heavily. His head was spinning, too. He’d come down to get some medicine for indigestion, but now this was happening. He was probably the only one who ever used this place, so it was unlikely anyone else would come.

Still, the thought that someone might walk in made his back tingle. If they were caught doing this here, they’d be thrown out n*ked for sure, but if not, nothing would happen. So he decided to be a little bolder.

“…Mm!”

After teasing her for so long, he finally pushed all the way in, and Daphne, surprised, clamped her mouth shut. She must have been trying not to make a sound. Worried she might bite her tongue, Evan leaned down and kissed her.

Even though he entered her suddenly, her small tongue responded sweetly, making his hair stand on end. He tried to remind himself to go slowly, to be gentle, but his body kept threatening to take over his reason.

“Mmm, mm, mm…”

Every time he thr*st deep inside, Daphne’s body jerked. She pushed against the bed with her heels, trying to endure, but before she knew it, her legs were hooked over his shoulders.

Her hips trembled pitifully in the air. Her toes curled tight, flexing and releasing. Then, the doorknob rattled and turned.

Both of them turned to look at the door at the same time.

Surely no one would actually come in now, right? 

That’s why he’d dared to do this here. But now, someone was outside, trying to enter.

“What the… why won’t this open?”

An irritated voice sounded, and the doorknob turned even harder. Each metallic clank tightened the tension in their stomachs. Evan’s face twisted in distress.

…What should we do?

Caught between the edge of cl*max and the swirling pleasure, Daphne mouthed words to him, her lips moving wordlessly. There wasn’t really anything he could do to fix things, but in a body melting with pleasure, clinging to him was all she could do.

However, instead of answering, he only muttered something incoherent. His gaze, too, seemed to take on a mysterious, almost strange light.

Thud—Evan thr*st his hips upward. Fortunately, since Daphne was holding her breath, no sound escaped, but she looked up at him with wide eyes.

‘Wait, is he crazy?!’

But that thought was fleeting as, once again, his length pressed deep inside her, sending shivers through her entire body. The doorknob was still rattling, metallic clicks echoing through the room. At this rate, someone really might open the door and walk in.

Yet Evan, with a half-dazed expression, kept moving his hips, as if lost in his own world.

“Ha—!”

She belatedly raised her hand to cover her mouth, but a m*an slipped out before she could stop it. She could feel the rush of slickness soaking her thighs.

“We have to be quiet here.”

Evan whispered softly, then covered her mouth with his own hand. The firm pressure made Daphne squirm, but even her desperate movements didn’t make him let go.

Forced to breathe only through her nose, Daphne felt a strange sensation. Her vision kept blurring—not from lack of air, but because her body was overwhelmed by intense stimulation.

Now, the fact that someone was outside only heightened the sensation. Muffled sounds vibrated against his palm as she tried to speak. At the ticklish feeling, Evan pressed his lips to the back of his own hand and spoke.

“Sir Grey, I truly do like you.”

But Daphne, her mind already lost to pleasure, couldn’t hear him. Evan savored the small strength with which she clung to his forearm, then moved again.

He teased her most sensitive spot, then thr*st in deep and hard. Her inner walls, already tight, clenched even more around him. The trembling sensation was vivid.

With the pleasure crashing over her like a wave, Daphne could barely keep her focus. As ecstasy burst from deep within, she thrashed her legs, unable to help but kick at his back and shoulders.

Evan didn’t try to restrain her. Instead, he withdrew from her depths, and at the same time, white fl*id spilled messily from her lower belly to between her legs.

The sight of their mixed fl*ids, spilling irregularly and soaking her, was breathtaking in its own way.