Chapter 35

Her senses were already overwhelmed by his touch, but when he started to stimulate her nub again, it pushed her to the limit.

Yet Enrique made sure she could not escape, pressing deeper inside her and never stopping his motions against her. Soon, Leticia parted her lips.

“—Ah, ah, mm! Haa, mm! Enrique!”

He didn’t want to miss a single moment of her pleasure. He kept his eyes locked on hers, pushing her further and further until her inner walls contracted powerfully and a rush of pleasure burst forth. Their joined bodies were drenched by the fountain she released.

“Ugh.”

In the past, she might have felt embarrassed, but she was far too lost in pleasure to care. As Leticia trembled against Enrique’s body, he reached out and held her close.

They were a complete mess, but neither of them minded. In fact, all they wanted was to be even more tangled together.

Leticia wanted to make love all over the room, but she knew the servants might find out, so she gave up. Instead, she promised herself that after they married, she would be even more wild in their marital bedroom.

Thinking about that, Leticia shivered and looked up to meet his gaze. Without knowing who moved first, their lips met.

Soon, one of them reached up and turned on the shower. Water poured down, washing over their bodies that had been soaked by her pleasure, but neither felt uncomfortable.

On the contrary, Leticia lifted her hips and kissed him even more deeply. In the stream of water, they explored each other’s lips, moving slowly to feel every sensation.

They changed positions several times, kissing, and when they finally parted, their eyes met, full of excitement. Leticia turned off the water and leaned against Enrique’s body. When she slowly withdrew him, a rush of his release streamed down toward the drain.

“I’ll wash you, so you can fall asleep if you want.”

“…Strangely, I can’t sleep tonight.”

Maybe it was the excitement of being together in her own room, or maybe she’d been so thoroughly teased that she was exhausted but couldn’t sleep at all.

Leticia blocked the drain, letting the water fill up, then turned to rest against his body. Even after his release, she could feel him growing hard again against her back. She glanced over her shoulder, met his loving gaze, and reached behind to gently wrap her hand around him. Then she turned to face him and slowly moved her hand up and down.

Whenever they were together, she got so caught up in pleasure that she hadn’t really seen Enrique’s reactions. Now felt like the perfect opportunity. Leticia braced one hand on his thigh as she stroked him, and soon heard his low m*an.

“Ugh, hu…”

He reached out, cupped Leticia’s cheek, and gently caressed her lips. His wet arousal rubbed against her hand with every movement.

Leticia still couldn’t believe something so big fit inside her every time. Each stroke sent heat straight into her palm. The momentary calm brought by the water vanished as her touch reignited his excitement.

The more she looked into his eyes, the more her heart raced. She wanted to keep those eyes looking only at her, forever.

She swallowed and leaned in to kiss his cheek, never stopping her hand. She glanced down, seeing the veins standing out with pleasure, and felt happy knowing she was the cause.

Leticia lay beside him, purposely pressing his tip gently. At that moment, his release spilled over, soaking her hand. Maybe it was because he’d just finished, but it happened quickly.

After catching his breath, Enrique quickly opened the drain to wash away their fl*ids. Then, with a slightly embarrassed face, he cleaned Leticia’s hand with soap.

“I don’t mind.”

“I do, a little.”

He then pulled her onto his lap and hugged her close. Just holding each other, doing nothing, felt wonderful. They’d hugged like this often since childhood, but now, as lovers, it was a different kind of happiness. She wrapped her arms around his waist in return.

They spent a long time simply feeling each other’s warmth.

They needed to return to their rooms, but dawn was still far off. Enrique lay Leticia on the bed and quickly tidied up the room, opening the window to air it out and putting their nightwear back on.

“I’ll go now.”

“…Can’t you stay a little longer?”

Leticia reached out from the bed, whining. After a moment’s thought, Enrique climbed onto the bed and lay down beside her. Now freshly washed, both of them smelled lovely.

Lying on his side, Enrique reached out and stroked her hair. Her soft locks slid easily through his fingers. Though Leticia had said she couldn’t sleep, she looked tired, her eyes heavy with drowsiness. Enrique decided to stay until she fell asleep, watching her quietly.

“I like you, Enrique.”

“…I like you too, Leticia.”

Leticia smiled brightly with sleepy eyes at his reply.

He’d always thought of her as a little sister he needed to protect, but when had that changed? Even when he tried to pinpoint the moment, he couldn’t. All he knew for sure was that it happened after she became an adult.

He pulled the blanket up over her shoulders, and Leticia snuggled into his arms. The warmth made him smile without thinking. As he patted her back, she lifted her face and kissed his chin.

She seemed to be aiming for his lips, but didn’t quite reach. Still, she happily nestled into his chest, and Enrique hugged her tight. The beat of her heart through the thin nightwear felt wonderful.

Affection. Fondness. There are many kinds of love, but Enrique’s feelings for Leticia weren’t just rational. He’d thought it was just jealousy toward a long-known little sister, but it wasn’t. It was a desire to be together forever.

They’d been together for ten years, since she was fourteen, and he thought they’d always stay close. He, Johan, and Leticia—he imagined they’d always be together. But when that belief wavered, Enrique felt as if he’d been thrown into a cold sea, sinking.

Ah, if Leticia married someone else, their relationship would change. They’d been closer than anyone, but would drift apart. That thought had crossed his mind.

He could always stay close to Johan, since they were both in the Knight Order. But what about Leticia? There were many nobles living in the capital, but also many who didn’t. If she ended up with someone far away, what would happen?

For now, everyone knew they’d been close since childhood, so there was no problem visiting her. But with an engagement or marriage, everything could change instantly. Would Enrique Keaton be able to congratulate her?

Even though it was a lie, when Leticia said she liked someone, his heart sank. He’d known her since they were children, so he should wish her happiness with someone good… but he couldn’t. The thought of her smiling, or being so intimate, with someone else made his heart ache.