Seeing her looking at him with pleading eyes, the sadism that was dormant inside him raised its head.
Maybe he had gotten a kick out of seeing his wife's face.
The sobbing face, the face that didn't know what to do because of the excitement, the embarrassed face...
Because it seemed amazing to him that this woman, who was normally like a doll who neither laughed nor cried in front of him, showed so many different faces in bed.
—Then, as you wish…
Saying this, Herdin separated his body.
Or so she thought.
But the moment Blair relaxed, Herdin pulled her towards him by her slim waist.
The inside that had been empty when he left quickly filled again with tight heat.
—Ah!
—I'll try to make it quick.
—No, that's not the feeling… Ah, hmph!
Blair glanced at him with clearly disapproving eyes and pushed his chest, but Herdin just hugged that hand and covered his lips.
The thrusts of his hips became even more violent.
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Although that would also be short-lived, surely.
Herdin looked at Blair asleep in his arms for a moment, then slowly got up and put on his robe.
In the fireplace, which had been burning brightly warming the room, only dull flames and almost consumed coal remained.
He added a few more logs, took a cigarette and went out to the balcony.
Before him stretched the landscape of the garden bathed in moonlight.
The night breeze that caressed his cheeks was soft like his wife's delicate skin.
The aroma, similar to that of fresh grass, was also similar.
It was spring.
As he felt that breeze and lit the cigarette, he suddenly remembered what Blair had told him a few days before.
For some unknown reason, Blair wasn't afraid of fire when she was with him.
Because the fact that only he could save her from the fire gave him a certain euphoria.
And if she, tamed by the heat of the fire, sought him first and took refuge in his arms, that kind of discomfort seemed like something she could endure.
How to take care of a stray cat domesticated by the food a human gives it.
It was a memory that his unconscious had erased to protect himself.
Did he really need to force that memory out?
Currently, Caligo was monitoring Catrina's movements, so if they found any clues there, the less need there would be to awaken her memory.
If that didn't work, he could make him regain his memory at that moment.
Herdin exhaled the smoke and looked through the window pane into the bedroom, at Blair, fast asleep.
So what would happen when this spring happened?
When the cold of winter disappeared and I no longer needed its warmth...
Herdin brushed his bangs from his forehead and his gaze deepened.
At that moment, he saw Blair, who was asleep, stir.
Herdin put out his half-smoked cigarette and entered the bedroom.
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The weather was good.
Blue sky, clouds at just the right point, trees sprouting.
A perfect day to go hiking.
Herdin did not like the sunny weather that had forced him to attend the hunting competition.
Although his expression could not be seen due to the bonnet that covered almost his entire small face, from the direction of his head it seemed that he was contemplating the outside landscape.
That image of her, unable to take her eyes off the window, seemed adorable to her, like a little girl going on a hike.
Herdin, who was absorbed in staring at Blair's back, fixed his gaze on the back of her neck.
The fine hair that stuck out from under her bun tickled the white nape of her neck.
It was the place where he had buried his lips the night before when he held her.
Herdin mocked himself.
It seemed that he had already become a crazy person who reacted just by seeing the back of that woman's head.
The irony was that, although he was aware of his condition, he had no intention of repressing that desire.
Herdin reached out and put his arm around Blair's waist and pulled her close.
Then, without giving her time to resist, he kissed the back of her neck, which had been dragged away.
Surprised, Blair turned around.
—Don't leave a mark on my cue again—
The end of his sentence was swallowed by his lips, which came closer.
After kissing him to his heart's content, he parted his lips as if asking for permission and looked at her.
First act, then ask permission.
Blair found this inverted order absurd, and instead of obeying, she looked at him with angry eyes.
But Herdin, as if he didn't care about her permission, kissed her again as he pleased.
His hand untied the bonnet ribbon tied under his chin.
When the carriage lurched, the bonnet, which was perched precariously, fell to the floor of the carriage and rolled.
Herdin parted Blair's lips and searched for her tongue, which was shyly hiding inside her.
When he sucked and tore at the root of her tongue, a moan of complaint escaped between Blair's teeth.
—Uhng… Mmm…
The kiss, which had started soft, became deeper and rougher.
Herdin didn't let a single breath escape from her, devouring everything.
As he parted his lips, a thread of saliva spread out like a strand of silk.
Blair was panting, catching her breath, and looked at him with cloudy eyes.
Her rouge was smeared on his lips.
That disheveled man's face embarrassed Blair more than himself.
What would everyone think seeing him like that?
He and she were, on the surface, a formally married couple, and even if someone saw them there would be no problem, but she was not shameless enough to bear it.
Blair quickly wiped away the rouge smeared on her lips with her thumb.
Herdin gently bit that finger.
—Ah.
Blair's hand stopped dead.
A subtle current flowed between their gazes.
Like the string of a drawn bow.
His gaze, which seemed to have softened for a moment, completely changed in an instant.
—Mmm…
Without having wiped his lips, his lips rested on hers again.
His tongue, deftly opening his lower lip, ran around the inside of his mouth.
At the same time, the big hand that was holding her waist went up and began to knead her breasts expertly.
Feeling those hands, he suddenly remembered his past life.
Blair grabbed her hand urgently.
And he pushed it away.
—No more… We can't, Herdin.
This is a carriage.
-And?
…To be continued