Chapter 10

“Miss…”

“Ah, what am I going to do…”

Lisbeth began to sob again. Dion traced the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes with his lips and whispered,

“It’s all right, Miss.”

“But you… you’re going to be the High Priest… If you sin because of me, you shouldn’t… I must have lost my mind. I’m sorry.”

When she twisted her body, trying to escape, Dion only held her tighter. As Lisbeth struggled and shook her head fiercely, trying to break free, Dion pleaded desperately in a voice full of longing.

“Please, let me be the one to sin.”

“Dion, don’t say things like that…!”

“Losing you again would be far worse than burning in h＊ll.”

“But!”

“All the sin will be mine. Miss, you have done nothing wrong.”

So please, kiss me again. Please have mercy on me.

With Dion’s murmured plea, his lips drew closer. She should push him away. She should, but… once again, their lips met.

No, this isn’t right. 

In Lisbeth’s mind, someone was shouting that over and over, but her body betrayed that voice completely. No, it welcomed him even more.

The warmth of an old lover, reunited after years, made her reason evaporate. All the love, longing, and desire she thought had died were revived and wrapped around her whole body. Lisbeth panted, accepting all of Dion’s kisses.

Before she realized it, she was lying on the floor, her dress rucked up, exposing stockings fastened to her garter belt. Dion’s body, above hers, pressed against her thigh.

Ah.

Lisbeth felt like the most shameless woman in the world. The moment she felt that hard, hot thing pressed against her through his clothes, an uncontrollable satisfaction filled her.

Knowing someone still desired her, and that it was the man she loved most, made Lisbeth feel elated. The sensation of that firm shape, separated only by fabric, pressing against her thigh, was thrilling.

The fact that he was a priest no longer mattered.

And it was the same for Dion. He held Lisbeth tightly. Her soft chest pressed against his, crumpling between them. The feel of her soft body reignited emotions and sensations he thought he had given entirely to the Gods. Desire surged within him, threatening to burst out, but a single thread of reason held him back.

“Ah, what am I going to do…”

Hearing Lisbeth’s heated, restless voice, Dion clenched his jaw. Just hearing her voice, realizing she was as consumed by desire as he was—Dion felt as if he might lose control right there.

Even in the past, when they had shared affection, he had not been like this. But now, just a gesture or breath from Lisbeth made him feel as if he were a dog in heat, unable to help himself.

He breathed heavily, rubbing his face into Lisbeth’s neck.

“Miss, ah, I missed you… Miss Beth, I really…”

“Mm, ah, Dion, what do I do… I, I…”

The sound of fabric rustling and being crumpled was loud. Lisbeth’s thighs tensed. She felt so sensitive and tingling below. Even though she didn’t know a man’s body, instinctively, she knew how to feel pleasure. Her legs squeezed together on their own. She felt something suddenly leak out from inside.

She twisted her waist, panting.

“Hng, mm…”

She wanted him to touch her more. This burning heat wouldn’t subside. Only when Dion’s lips or hands touched her did it seem to calm a little. Or maybe it burned hotter? Either way, she needed Dion.

Lisbeth was no longer even aware she was lying on the palace lounge floor. In her eyes, there was only Dion—the man she loved, and still loved.

Unconsciously, she pressed herself down against Dion’s thigh. Even the slight pressure on the sensitive flesh hidden beneath her underwear made Lisbeth see stars before her eyes.

“Ah!”

“Miss Beth…”

“Hng, Dion, please, do something… please…”

It didn’t matter if I was ruined, if I was broken.

Please, do something to me—

Dion’s groan, forced through gritted teeth, reached Lisbeth’s ear. At the same time, he lifted Lisbeth and sat her on his thigh. As soon as their lower bodies pressed together, they both felt a shiver of pleasure and clung to each other tightly.

The two of them moved their hips frantically. His arousal, still beneath his trousers, kept pressing against Lisbeth’s womanhood. Every time that hardness nudged her sensitive spot, Lisbeth felt her breath catch.

Lisbeth’s small underwear had long since become damp. Every time she shifted, lewd stains appeared on Dion’s pure white priest’s robe. But neither of them cared at all.

“Mm, mm, Dion, Dion…”

Their tongues tangled again. They sucked each other’s lips and tongues like people dying of thirst. Their teeth clashed in their desperate kisses, but they didn’t care. Dion’s hand gripped Lisbeth’s bare thigh, sliding upward. He stopped near the entrance where her desire was spilling out, and with his fingernail, scratched at the tender flesh inside.

“…!”

Lisbeth’s body went rigid. No man had ever touched her in such a secret place before. Maybe that’s why, but to her own disbelief, with just that tiny stimulus, she cl*maxed right then and there.

Dion held Lisbeth, who could barely breathe, using all his strength to restrain his own desire. If he followed his base instincts, he might have torn off her clothes and taken her right there, unable to stop himself.

But he held back until the end. His shameful arousal showed no sign of subsiding, but even so, he could not bring himself to take his precious lady in a place like this… More than anything, she had not yet given her permission.

As the fire that had exploded inside her slowly faded, Lisbeth’s exhausted body slumped against Dion. Dion kissed the side of Lisbeth’s sweaty face and her forehead, whispering softly.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I’m so sorry…”

“Hng…”

Between her ragged breaths, sobs escaped. Lisbeth clung to Dion’s priest’s robe and wept.

It had been a foolish thought—to think she could escape from Dion.

The moment their eyes met, Lisbeth had already been captured by Dion once more. Now, even the l＊st she hadn’t known as a child flared up like wildfire, making her crave Dion with every fiber of her being.