At the feel of it, Blair squirmed and moaned.
Her hands, which were holding his arm, held on tightly.
—Mmm…
Every time her pained moan echoed in his ears, he remembered the sensations of the wedding night.
He felt like he was going crazy with the urge to immediately enter her warm, soft interior.
He stopped repeatedly sucking and releasing her small lips just at the moment when, after separating them slightly, he entered inside her.
Through the teeth, which gave way without resistance, a sweet aroma of wine invaded him.
At that moment, the feeling of dirt that he had repressed by putting desire before him raised its head.
Would this woman even remember what she had said, what she had done?
He felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on him.
Aside from the desire he felt to lay her down right there and satisfy his appetite.
Suddenly parting their lips, Blair opened her eyes.
—…Herdin?
His violet eyes, clouded by alcohol, reflected it.
Just seeing them made him feel so intoxicated as if he were going to faint.
Herdin relaxed the arm around Blair's waist.
And as if to avoid his gaze, he covered his eyes with his hand.
An agonized sigh escaped between his teeth, hidden behind his large hand.
After calming his breathing and suppressing his desire for a moment, he looked at Blair and said:
—On second thought, this is a bit unfair.
-Unfair…?
Blair, still under the influence of alcohol, moved her small lips repeating his words like a parrot.
She was incredibly adorable… and the way her lips, red and shiny with saliva, moved was obscene.
Damn it.
Herdin set his jaw and said in a deep voice:
—When he gets drunk, he'll forget everything about today.
And I want you to remember everything.
He wanted her to remember everything while sober, for the sensations he had caused her to remain engraved in her mind.
To the point that just by touching his fingers I couldn't help but think about him.
That his body reacted instinctively to him.
Blair, who was blinking slowly at him, approached him surreptitiously, rested her head on his chest and murmured:
—Herdin, I'm sleepy...
He didn't even seem to have heard.
Or rather, he seemed not to be able to hear.
Herdin laughed in disbelief, but held the small body leaning against him.
He let out an agonized sigh and whispered in Blair's ear:
—…Get ready for when he wakes up.
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Remembering what happened, she felt overwhelmed, not knowing how to fix it.
I wish she didn't remember anything, but memory, as if mocking her, kept scattered fragments.
She remembered going out to the balcony alone to clear her head and meet Wesley, when Herdin appeared and hit Wesley.
And from the moment he left the balcony with Herdin, the memories became blurry.
She didn't remember exactly what conversation they had, but she did remember that he wanted it.
He also remembered the kiss they shared, the caresses.
Then suddenly he moved his lips away and broke away, and from then on he remembered nothing.
He had no idea how he had gotten back to the ducal mansion.
But one thing seemed clear.
He had displayed shameful behavior in front of Herdin.
Blair sighed and hung her head.
His face was reflected in the clear water of the bathtub.
He regretted it, but it was something irremediable.
I had to face it at least once.
So he had no choice but to face it without dodging it.
Blair had no talent for trickery or brazenness.
The only thing he had learned in his entire life was that it was better to face things honestly than to resort to clumsy tricks.
Determined, Blair left the bathroom and went down to the dining room.
As it was almost noon, Herdin had already finished eating and was in his office working.
Blair ate alone in the dining room.
She wasn't already fast at eating, but today she was even slower than normal.
He had decided to go and apologize to Herdin after finishing, but since the idea was not pleasant to him, he dragged it out.
As someone who prefers to receive the blow quickly, simply.
Blair even ate a dessert she usually reserved for tea time and finally stood outside the door to Herdin's office.
He looked at the door with tense eyes, took a deep breath, and knocked.
—Herdin.
Do you have a moment?
He waited a moment, and instead of an answer, the door burst open.
The one who opened it was Ruth.
—Good morning, madam.
Only upon seeing Ruth's face did Blair realize that she had completely forgotten that it was work time.
She was so obsessed with the idea of a quick apology that she had overlooked something so obvious.
He was a little embarrassed.
-I'm sorry.
I was so distracted that I forgot it's work time.
It's not urgent, I'll come back in the evening.
-No!
Don't worry.
Speak calmly.
Ruth, who suddenly looked restless, smiled from ear to ear.
Just as he was about to leave the office, he turned to Herdin as if he had just remembered something.
—Oh, by the way.
What do we do about the matter of the Marquis of Baldwin?
I think the best thing would be to give him some money and close it discreetly.
Hearing the name "Baldwin" made Blair jump.
It was Wesley's family, the one who had harassed her the night before.
From what he gathered from Ruth's words, it seemed that Wesley, after receiving Herdin's beating, was creating some kind of unfavorable public opinion.
—No, let it be.
He deserved it.
—Won't it be a nuisance if we leave it?
Ruth was not entirely convinced with Herdin's decision.
Although he was right, it did not seem like the most sensible solution.
But his lord's order was always absolute.
—As ordered.
Ruth bowed to Blair and left, leaving Herdin and Blair alone in the office.
Blair looked at her husband, leaning sideways against the desk.
The aroma of wood and the smell of the recently extinguished cigarette surrounded her.
It was the fragrance that he loved so much in his past life.
As he watched the scene, Herdin's gaze, who was watching the door close, naturally drifted to Blair.
—Luckily, he doesn't seem to have a hangover.
His face was as expressionless as usual, but to Blair his gaze was like that of someone interrogating a criminal.
Because he had a dirty conscience.
Blair hesitated for a moment and asked:
—Has the Marquis of Baldwin's family said anything about yesterday?
—There has been a little noise, but it's nothing to worry about.
Although Herdin didn't care, Blair bit her lower lip hard.
She didn't want to be a sinner before him again.
I wanted to be able to walk with my head held high.
But in the end, she had become a burden to him again.
He felt as if a leaden weight had been placed on his heart.
—Yesterday… I gave a pitiful spectacle.
I'm sorry.
—Do you remember everything from yesterday?
At Herdin's question, Blair hesitated.
He was embarrassed to say yes, but unfortunately, he had no talent for lying.
—…I remember it in bits and pieces.
About the meeting with Lord Baldwin, that you rescued me.
Instead of lying—something he was terrible at—Blair chose to avoid answering.
But Herdin did not miss the opportunity.
—And after that?
Blair couldn't respond and looked away, pursing her lips tightly.
Seeing her, Herdin sat up.
He already seemed tall even when leaning on it, but as he stood up completely, his stature became imposing.
He strode over and stopped in front of Blair.
—That's the important thing.
He whispered in a deep voice as he took her hand.
—What we talked about, what we did.
Her thumb brushed the tender skin on the inside of Blair's wrist.
The place where his hand touched her burned as if it had been burned.
At the same time, the blurry memory of last night became clear.
His lips on the inside of her wrist, his warm, wet tongue sliding between her fingers, his devouring gaze, and…
Even the confusing emotions he felt at that moment.
Herdin, reading in Blair's trembling eyes that she had remembered the night before, asked:
—What you said about I could do it if I wanted...
Did you mean it?
He asked again.
Just in case he had said it without thinking, under the influence of alcohol.
Blair silently watched Herdin's cold blue eyes staring at her, just like the night before.
This man wanted her.
That's all.
She had enough in her past life of believing that a relationship based on instinctive desire was love and getting hurt.
He no longer felt attached to this man.
She didn't long for his love like before, and since she didn't expect anything, she didn't get hurt either.
Unlike before, when she wanted to live an eternity by his side, now she was prepared to disappear from his side at any moment.
But if she ran away now, wouldn't it be like proving to herself that she still had some attachment to him?
With a mixture of conviction and personal pride, Blair nodded her head slightly.
—…Tonight I will prepare and wait.
Hearing Blair's response, Herdin's face distorted for an instant.
Like that of someone injured.
But he immediately smiled crookedly.
Although that was undoubtedly the answer he wanted, his expression seemed somewhat angry.
—Well, I want it now.
"Then let's go to the bedroom."
—No, here.
Blair didn't understand at first, or rather, wishing it wasn't what she had understood, she looked at Herdin.
For starters, he wouldn't let go of her, so it was hard for her to even leave the bedroom.
But he, as if confirming that he had understood correctly, lifted her into his arms with ease.
Unable to assimilate the sudden situation, Blair blinked dazedly and did not regain consciousness until she found herself sitting at the office desk.
The objects and documents that were on the table lay disorderly on the floor.
Only then did he accept the reality and look at Herdin in front of him.
He, with his hands resting on both sides of the table where she was sitting, cornered her with his large body.
In their facing eyes, manifest desire shone.
I was serious.
Blair, a second late, was horrified and pushed Herdin away, who was trying to bring his lips to hers.
—Not here.
This is his office, and it's broad daylight...
—It's my office, and I want it now.
Isn't that enough?
Before, she went on a contract here, a contract there, and seemed willing to give everything if he wanted it.
Now, however, he was babbling an endless string of reasons not to do it.
Herdin grabbed Blair's hand that was pushing him by the shoulder.
That weak gesture only excited him more.
No, not just the gesture: her look, her voice, her breathing, everything about her provoked a reaction.
Guilt of that drunk "someone" last night who had stirred up his desire with a provocative face.
The desire that had tormented him all night was taut like a bowstring about to break.
—That's… Mmph!
Herdin devoured Blair's protesting lips.
It was a veiled but clear refusal to listen to objections.
In his surprised and blinking eyes, his cold ones were reflected.
His gaze entangled with those eyes of unfathomable depth, and as he tilted his head, his burning tongue and his breath intertwined deeply.
—Mmmm…
Unable to withstand his fierce attack as if it were going to devour her, Blair's body fell backwards again and again.
Herdin hugged her from the back and the waist.
He appeared to be holding her, but in reality it was to prevent her from escaping.
—Haah… Haah…
When Blair, choking, barely managed to push him away, her back and chest were already completely exposed.
He had already undone the buttons on her back.
Seeing her half naked body exposed to the sunlight was obscene to him.
And furthermore, he was embarrassed by the way he looked, as if he were admiring the picture.
Blair, avoiding his gaze, covered her chest and pleaded:
—Herdin, to the bedroom… Let's go to the bedroom.
This is a place where anyone can enter.
—So, maybe we ended up doing it in the hallway.
Do you mind?
Herdin, as if to give her a reason, pulled her towards him forcefully.
Through the clothes clinging to his body, he felt his penis, completely erect.
—I don't think I can last even that little time.
Blair's lips parted in horror.
Seeing his eyes, which looked at her as if they were going to engulf her at any moment, it seemed that they were not just words, but that it would really be like that.
Herdin, looking at Blair who no longer dared to ask to go to the room, smiled coldly and linked his lips with hers again.
Then, he put his hand between the clothes she was trying to put together, grabbed her lush breast and whispered:
—This is what you wanted.
Do whatever I want, regardless of your will.
Like you say, I just want you like any other male.
—Herdin, please…
Herdin ignored her pleas, hugged her and bit one of her breasts.
Blair's waist arched back.
—Ah…
His warm tongue rubbed against the nipple, extremely sensitive and erect.
Every time his tongue probed the tip of her nipple, she felt a tickling sensation in her lower abdomen that made her want to cry without knowing why.
Blair, as if to stop him, grabbed his shoulders, but he didn't flinch.
She had no choice but to watch his actions in a daze.
Her husband, who was a head taller than her, suckled and sucked her breast like a baby.
That act, which when she breastfed Aziel filled her only with joy and happiness, at that moment felt strangely lascivious.
Faced with that peculiar sensation of perversion, he felt an instinctive shudder in his insides that contracted.
The arms that were trying to push him away, without knowing how, were already hugging his head.
After leaving his mark on Blair's snowy chest, Herdin grabbed her ankle and spread her legs.
With this, the dress slid higher than her belly, exposing her thin legs.
—Hey, Herdin!
…To be continued