Chapter 50

“I missed you so much, Miss.”

“…How long are you going to keep calling me ‘Miss’?”

“Then, may I call you Beth?”

“…Don’t ask about every little thing…”

Beth… My Beth. 

Dion kept whispering, continuously placing kisses on Lisbeth. Lisbeth carefully turned around in his arms to face him. In the darkness, their eyes met.

“Hng…!”

Her breath was taken away in an instant. Lisbeth accepted Dion’s kiss, clutching his arms tightly. Tilting his head slightly, Dion kissed her even more deeply. His tongue moved inside Lisbeth’s mouth, brushing against the soft flesh of her inner cheek, then gliding over the ridged roof of her mouth. It was only a kiss, yet Lisbeth felt her legs give way. Afraid she might collapse, she held onto him even tighter.

And then, without knowing who started first, they began to undress each other. Dion’s hands fumbled several times behind her. Lisbeth, perhaps because she was impatient too, kept failing to undo the buttons of his shirt. The dress slid off with a soft sound, leaving Lisbeth in her undergarments, and Dion swept her up into his arms. He kissed her eyelids and cheeks and asked,

“Are you all right with this?”

“With what… mm…”

“With me doing this… to you, Miss—no, Beth, to you.”

What a foolish question. Lisbeth kissed Dion’s trembling cheek and answered,

“Don’t ask things like that, just hurry up… Ah!”

At her answer, Dion gently bit her earlobe.

“You’re too kind-hearted.”

“What did I… mm…”

“You could scold me more, you could blame me. You could get angry and ask why I came so late.”

“I don’t want that… I just…”

With a soft thud, Lisbeth was laid down on the bed, and Dion climbed over her. Lisbeth gently stroked Dion’s cheek and spoke.

“I’m happy enough just that you’re here now.”

“…Beth.”

“So please, hurry, please…”

Prove to me that you’re really here… 

At Lisbeth’s words, Dion urgently pressed his lips to hers again. His large hand squeezed her soft br*ast, hidden beneath her undergarments. Lisbeth wrapped her arms around his neck and responded passionately to the kiss. Ah. She felt the embers in her chest, which had gone cold, suddenly flare back to life.

Dion slowly trailed his lips downward. His lips traced the delicate line of her neck, then reached her chest, making Lisbeth take a deep breath. Dion, who had been nuzzling her swelling chest, threw off his shirt and took her hardened peak into his mouth. The sharp sensation, which she hadn’t felt in so long, swept through her entire body. She arched her back and moaned without realizing it.

Like a child, Dion nibbled at Lisbeth’s n*pple, then sucked it fervently. After stimulating the tip with his teeth for a while, he licked it with his tongue and then pressed down gently, making Lisbeth tilt her head back and m*an at the ticklish yet aching sensation.

“Ah… Dion, ha…”

She hugged Dion’s head tightly, as if asking for more. Buried in Lisbeth’s chest, Dion fervently sucked as much as she wanted. Squelching, sucking sounds echoed unabashedly. His other hand squeezed her other br*ast as if it might burst, his thumb circling her n*pple. Even though there was no milk, it was as if he was trying to quench some deep thirst, and he couldn’t tear his lips away.

“Beth, ha, you’re so… sweet…”

“Hng, mm, ah!”

Heat pooled below as a tingling sensation built up. Lisbeth squeezed her thighs together, tensing her lower body. Her core was throbbing, almost numb. She decided to surrender herself completely to the pleasure rising inside her. The pleasure Dion gave her was something she simply couldn’t resist.

Lisbeth let out weak m*ans as she ran her hands over Dion’s broad back. Her hands, already damp with his sweat, moved slightly, and then Lisbeth sensed something odd.

Her unfocused eyes regained clarity. Looking down at Dion, who was still engrossed in her chest, Lisbeth called his name.

“Dion, Dion.”

He seemed intoxicated by Lisbeth’s scent and didn’t answer right away. The sensation of his lips sucking between her br*asts and leaving marks was electrifying. Startled, Lisbeth grabbed his shoulders tightly with both hands, then composed herself again. She tapped his left shoulder with her palm and called him once more.

“Dion, wait.”

“Ha, Beth, why all of a sudden…”

“What is this?”

As Lisbeth ran her hand over Dion’s back, she felt him flinch. He didn’t answer right away. After a moment of silence, he replied in a low voice.

“It’s nothing. Miss, please don’t worry.”

“How can it be nothing…”

His voice was clearly tense. Lisbeth felt her heart drop with a loud thud.

His back had been smooth—she was sure of it… As Lisbeth sat up, Dion could no longer continue caressing her and sat up as well. When she tried to light the lamp on the bedside table, Dion grabbed her hand and pleaded in a barely audible voice.

“I… I don’t want the light on right now.”

“Dion, what are you hiding?”

“Later, later…”

Dion pleaded, but Lisbeth shook off his hand and lit the lamp. Soon, the warm orange glow filled the room. Only then could Lisbeth properly see Dion, who had thrown off his shirt.

His appearance was not much different from what she remembered. Well-built muscles, broad shoulders, a firm chest… But his face somehow looked shadowed.

Lisbeth spoke to him.

“Turn around.”

“Miss, please…”

It was clear he absolutely didn’t want to show his back to Lisbeth. She got up. Crawling over on her knees, she grabbed his arm and pulled. Dion resisted stubbornly, even trying to slip his arm away. His voice trembled thinly.

“Miss… It’ll look ugly.”

“You promised to call me Beth, not Miss. And there’s no way I’d hate you, no matter how you look.”

“….”

Without a word, Dion only lowered his head slightly. When Lisbeth pulled his arm again, he finally turned his body, powerless to resist. His broad, firm back slowly came into view, facing Lisbeth…

And Lisbeth blinked, unable to say a word. When her trembling hand touched Dion’s back, his body shuddered as if burned. Lisbeth’s lips trembled as she spoke.