2.4

Pavel, staring intently at her provocative posture, dropped to his knees on the carriage floor.

His large hands firmly grasped Larisa’s thighs and spread them apart. This caused Larisa to shift her hips forward, reclining even more. Her white lace underwear was now fully exposed to Pavel’s view.

“You said I’m your lover.” 

He murmured in a low voice, his gaze clouded as he looked at Larisa. 

“We agreed on that.”

Then, as if his earlier embarrassment had never existed, Pavel leaned in without hesitation, pressing his lips to Larisa’s inner thigh.

“Ah!”

Larisa let out a gasp at the sharp sensation deep in her inner thigh. When Pavel lifted his head, a bright red bite mark was visible. He smirked as he looked at it.

“So this is what it feels like.”

“Hah, Pavel… ah!”

Before Larisa could say anything more, Pavel buried his head between her legs again. Left, right, and then right again… Bite marks and suction marks bloomed like petals all over her thighs. With each mark he left, Larisa trembled from the intimate, electrifying sensations.

Her stomach churned with heat. Larisa could feel her underwear growing damp. Surely, the man absorbed in marking her thighs had noticed as well. Glancing out the carriage window, she assessed their remaining time. Judging by the scenery, they still had a bit of time left.

Of course, she could demand more. Pavel would never refuse her requests.

Larisa stroked Pavel’s hair with her fingers, which were resting between her thighs, and subtly tugged at him. She felt a slight increase in the pressure of his hands holding her thighs.

He looked up at her with his piercing gaze. Larisa smiled languidly and said, 

“Lick.”

Pavel’s eyebrows twitched upward before settling back into place. After a brief hesitation, he obediently and cautiously lowered his head again. The sensation of something warm and soft pressing gently against her through the fabric of her underwear made Larisa exhale a long sigh.

When she had asked men to do this before, their reactions typically fell into two categories: one group recoiled in disgust, exclaiming, “How could you ask me to do that?” The other group dove in hungrily, devouring her with reckless abandon.

Pavel was neither.

He cautiously ran his tongue along her, pausing to gauge her reaction. Then, slowly, he pressed his lips to her again. Feeling his hot breath through the thin fabric, Larisa tilted her head back. His hesitant movements made her head spin. This was… something entirely different.

His tongue was both careful and persistent. It was as if he were exploring every inch, trying to discover exactly where Larisa felt the most and what she liked best. Even through the thin layer of fabric, his movements made her grow increasingly warm. When the tip of his tongue pressed leisurely against her swollen cl*toris, she shuddered.

“Ah… hah.”

Larisa herself lowered her hand and pulled aside the fabric covering her skin. Her neatly groomed mound was already damp with arousal. Pulling Pavel’s head closer with her other hand, she pleaded, 

“A little more… Mm, harder…”

Pavel, ever diligent, followed her words to the letter. The sensation of him sucking hard on her sensitive spot sent a bolt of lightning down Larisa’s spine. Her back arched stiffly before collapsing again.

For someone who had never experienced a woman’s body before, Pavel was learning remarkably fast. He quickly figured out where to touch and suck to make Larisa feel pleasure. His tongue licked up, again and again, over her most sensitive area. Then, grazing her swollen cl*toris with his teeth, he drew a gasp from her lips.

Holding her thighs firmly to keep her from squirming, Pavel kissed, sucked, and licked her folds as though he were savoring her.

“Ah… Mm… Oh…”

There was no need to ask what felt good or whether she was enjoying it. Pavel could tell from Larisa’s reactions.

His tongue soon found its way to the glistening crevice below, where her arousal pooled. Despite being his first time, Pavel felt neither awkward nor ashamed. His mind was consumed by one thought: Larisa was pleased by what he was doing.

The fact that he was useful to her filled him with joy. Even if this act—kneeling on the carriage floor with his head buried between her legs—was something others might scorn if they knew, it didn’t matter to him.

Larisa’s intoxicating scent filled his senses. Whether it was her natural fragrance or the result of their sinful acts, he couldn’t tell. It wasn’t important.

He was aware of the painful stiffness between his own legs, but he didn’t give it a second thought. His priority was Larisa’s pleasure.

The small hand pressing down on the back of his head grew firmer. That must mean he was doing well. Pavel licked around the moist entrance, then looked up at Larisa. He resembled a loyal dog seeking approval.

Larisa’s face was flushed, her cheeks and eyes tinged red. Her once noble and composed demeanor was gone, replaced by an expression of pure lust. The sight nearly made Pavel lose control.

As he buried his face in her folds, Larisa smiled down at him, her lips curling into a wicked grin. 

“Suck harder.”

Until I’m satisfied, suck and push deeper. Harder. More.

Before her command even finished, Pavel’s tongue delved inside. The sensation of his hot, thick muscle exploring her inner walls made Larisa’s hips buck. His tongue teased and probed her entrance and beyond, causing her arousal to spill out, soaking Pavel’s chin. He eagerly lapped it up, pressing his nose against her sensitive spot.

“…!!”

Larisa couldn’t even form words, her voice dissolving into incoherent gasps. 

More… More… 

The words she tried to speak scattered into the air.

The carriage was filled with a stifling heat. Pavel, driven by instinct, worked relentlessly like a devoted animal. Just a little more, harder. Her intoxicating scent clouded his mind, making him want to stay between her legs forever.

But then, his head was abruptly pulled back. Larisa had grabbed his hair and yanked him away. With his head tilted back, Pavel panted heavily, looking up at her.

Larisa, her face flushed with arousal, was smiling breathlessly. 

“That’s enough for now.”

“…Hah… Ah…”

“We’ll have to stop soon. We’re almost there. The rest… later.”

Only then did Pavel remember that they were on their way to a banquet. He felt ashamed of himself for having been so consumed by exploring Larisa’s lower body that he had forgotten they were traveling such a short distance. His hands released Larisa’s thighs. Larisa adjusted her underwear, lifting her hips slightly, and then straightened her skirt.

Unlike Larisa, who appeared almost the same as when they left the townhouse—aside from her slightly flushed face—Pavel’s appearance clearly bore the marks of their earlier indulgence. His lips were damp, his eyes and cheeks were red, and his hair was disheveled.

Larisa pulled a handkerchief from her small handbag and began wiping his face.  

“I can do it myself.”  

“No, stay still.”  

He had no choice but to stay still, as instructed. Larisa meticulously wiped Pavel’s face before reaching out to fix his disheveled hair. Though it wouldn’t have been this messy if she hadn’t tugged and tousled it earlier, she felt no guilt at all.  

In fact, she found his slightly disheveled appearance… far too attractive.  

Everyone will go crazy staring at this man again. The thought annoyed her to no end. She wanted this annoyingly handsome man to look only at her and no one else.  

“Pavel, look at me. Am I beautiful today?”  

“Of course, Milady…”  

“Then won’t everyone be staring at me? Don’t you think so?”  

Her cheerful words made Pavel feel a storm brewing inside him. He knew all too well how countless men looked at Larisa—with what kind of eyes. Just imagining it made him want to shield her from their gazes and hide her away.  

Whether she understood his feelings or not, Larisa straightened her posture, puffing out her chest toward him.  

“Here, look.”  

Her fingers pressed against the fabric over her chest, where it bulged slightly. Her smile was mischievous. Pavel, momentarily entranced by her gaze, let his eyes wander downward.  

The spot where her finger pressed against her creamy, soft skin turned red before fading again.  

“Leave a mark here too, so it’s yours.”  

“Larisa, people will see.”  

“I think it’ll be fine if it’s covered by my dress.”  

However, her dress was cut low enough at the neckline that no matter how much she adjusted it, the mark would inevitably peek through.  

Even so… Pavel brought his lips close to the hollow near her chest. He sucked greedily, leaving a red mark on her white skin as if he had pressed his thumb there. Larisa let out a soft sound of discomfort, “Ugh,” but Pavel cursed inwardly. 

Damn it. 

He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop.  

A faint red mark was left on her pale chest, as if it had been stamped there. Larisa touched it lightly with her fingers before adjusting her dress. It was in an ambiguous spot—barely visible, but not entirely hidden.  

Pavel bit his lower lip hard, then asked her pleadingly,  

“Larisa, is it alright if I kiss you?”  

Instead of answering, Larisa cupped his cheeks with both hands. Lowering her lovely lips, she placed them gently over his.  

Pavel closed his eyes tightly. He thought to himself that at tonight’s banquet, he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off this woman for even a single moment.  

Everyone at the banquet that evening blushed discreetly when they saw the two of them. The young ladies couldn’t help but notice the faint sensuality radiating from Pavel’s slightly disheveled appearance—though it was only slightly. Meanwhile, the young men stole glances at Larisa, whose beauty was as radiant as ever, and at the faint mark on her chest that seemed to tease them.  

As expected, Pavel stayed by Larisa’s side throughout the banquet. Not once did he take his eyes off her, glaring subtly at anyone who dared to look her way.