Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 119: [] Let it out

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I was momentarily speechless and stood there dumbfounded, then awkwardly got up and entered the carriage.

It felt awkward to close the carriage door in front of him, so I lay down on the makeshift bed, and only then did Roardnes stand up completely.

"Will you close the door?"

I could see him still standing outside through the large window attached to the silently closed door.

'It's annoying.'

I tried to close my eyes, but strange thoughts kept coming to my mind, as if I had caught them from Roardnes.

Even when I opened my eyes wide after tossing and turning several times, Roardnes was still just standing there.

I got up abruptly and opened the window.

"Roan."

He came closer and stood facing me. I grabbed his cravat, which was close by, and pulled it slightly.

His face, which was easily pulled, looked down at me intently.

"Good night."

Did I just call out for nothing? Feeling embarrassed and regretful, I lightly kissed his cheek.

"Good night kiss..."

Before I could finish speaking, two large hands reached into the window and pulled my cheek and the back of my head hard.

"Ro...!"

And Roardnes quickly swallowed my lips.

His hot breath, which was warmer than the outside air, immediately filled my mouth. Although there was a door between us, it felt like our bodies were pressed together.

"This is a kiss."

He whispered, his lips still pressed together, ending in a wet sound.

His hands, which seemed determined not to let go, pulled me closer and explored my lips.

I tried desperately to push myself back, feeling like I was going to be devoured, and he looked at me breathlessly.

It looked like even my sworn enemy wouldn't glare at me like that.

But I knew.

That the flames in his sharp eyes were not resentment, but raw desire itself.

I clutched the front of my clothes, which had nowhere to close, and retreated further back.

Something wet, whether it was mine or his, sparkled in the moonlight on his lips, but he didn't even try to wipe it off.

I prayed that his rough breathing would subside.

But contrary to my wishes, Roardnes muttered something to himself and then opened the carriage door and barged in.

Roardnes immediately closed the carriage door and drew all the curtains, and sat cross-legged opposite the bed where I was sitting. It seemed like he sighed deeply as he sat down.

"Are you sleeping here?"

"Rather than acting like a fool while thinking about you sleeping outside, I'll watch you fall asleep here."

At those words, I quietly got into bed and lay down.

"If you keep trying to touch me like you did earlier, I can't control myself. It's better if you can predict what you're going to do."

I didn't ask.

Roardnes, who had been muttering to himself, looked at me with shining eyes in the darkness.

"Roan. If you look at me like that, I won't be able to sleep."

"Close your eyes."

I decided not to provoke him anymore, and I closed my eyes as he told me to, burying myself in the blanket.

I could hear his rough breathing gradually subside.

"...Victor said, will the King of Elacon welcome us?"

I filled the silence with my voice, afraid that he might hear my heart pounding.

"He heard that the King of Elacon liked you."

"What if the King of Elacon falls for you? I heard there's no state document yet."

"Don't worry about useless things. I told you there's nothing to worry about."

Cutely.

"I heard a tiny, almost inaudible sigh at the end."

"Perhaps I was too honest, letting my thoughts flow freely."

"I'd felt an inexplicable jealousy when Victor was so sure my sisters would like Roaldness."

"It wasn't that I hadn't noticed Roaldness's clear discomfort."

"'I'm going on important business, why am I feeling jealous?'"

"And then, of all things, Roaldness said I was cute. So serious, yet..."

"It was Roaldness treating me like a child, not the other way around."

"At least I didn't make a show of it in front of others!"

"I felt so wronged, my lips were about to pout."

"Roan, don't be so rude to Victor. He's helping us, even though he doesn't have to."

"..."

"What I mean is, even if you're upset, at least pretend to listen. He's a simple, kind man. Even just pretending to appreciate him will make him like you more."

"..."

"If you're really going to compete for the throne, using Victor to improve your relationship with Elacon..."

"Roan?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned icy.

I opened my tightly closed eyes. Roaldness, still leaning back with crossed legs, was looking at me with folded arms.

"Are you listening?"

Thinking he might be unwell because he was as motionless as a statue, I quietly sat up.

I waved my hand in front of him. And then, in that moment.

Roaldness grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.

"Ah!"

It didn't hurt, but it was so sudden that I was startled.

Before I knew it, I was sitting on his sturdy thigh.

"Roan, what are you..."

Roaldness pulled my head back and claimed my lips again.

The first kiss was rather gentle and urgent.

This time, it was a much rougher and impulsive kiss.

"Don't provoke me."

"When did I..."

"You keep calling other men's names when you're with me."

His hot breath, which had scattered around my lips, once again relentlessly invaded me, and the hand I had clasped with him was now wrapped around my waist.

At first, I was taken aback, but thanks to him, who had become the world's greatest playboy overnight, I was instantly softened and could only respond.

The squishy sound echoed in my ears, and before long, I was facing him, wrapping my inner thigh around his sturdy waist.

The twitching muscles of his thighs and the heavy rise of his pants were stimulatingly vivid.

His large, hot hand, following the hem of my dress, boldly stroked my skin.

"Roan!"

'In a place where dark men are everywhere, if I give you even a little room to imagine...'

His absurd imagination flashed through my mind.

At the same time, his hot lips stuck more thickly to my ear, and he began to bite my flesh so hard that my spine tingled.

I belatedly began to resist, but he easily subdued me.

"You're late."

His voice, deepened to a husky tone, clung damply to my earlobe, which he was chewing on.

The topmost button of my dress, which had been hiding the marks he'd left on my nape, popped open.

Suddenly, my nape felt exposed.

"You, you said. Roan! In a place like this..."

Pop.

The second button came undone.

I felt a cold dread, as if falling off a cliff, and hugged his neck tightly, whispering,

"You said you didn't want others to imagine..."

"The guards are quite far away."

Pop.

The third button came undone.

As my shoulder blades were suddenly exposed to the cool air, I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"You, you said it clearly. I, I won't ever hold back my sounds when you move!"

Pop.

The last button, which had been fastened tightly, came undone, sending a chill down my spine. Now, goosebumps covered my entire body.

"...Then don't hold back."

Immediately, his hot hands began to roam over my exposed skin.

With each word I uttered, he released the earlobe he had been chewing on and pressed his lips firmly against mine.

Roaldness, who had pulled me into his arms so tightly that I felt like I was going to burst, naturally slid his other hand down my leg, which had been wrapped around his waist, and into my dress like a snake.

"No one else should hear..."

Everywhere he touched felt scorching hot.

Roaldness, who was watching my fading face with a look of ecstasy, released his lips, which had been biting and swallowing me painfully, and whispered,

"I'll swallow all your sounds."

With those words, he explored me with a violence and boldness that was both intense and surprisingly gentle.

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"Don't hold back."

His hand, which was removing my hands that were tightly covering my mouth, was quite rude.

And yet, he didn't give me any respite, even as I gasped for air.

"Don't hold back, trust me."

With those lust-filled words, his lips, which were tightly pressed against mine, swallowed my irregular breaths.

An ecstatic feeling, like endlessly falling into a dark, hot swamp, swept over my body several times, almost bursting me.

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"You look tired, get some rest."

It wasn't something someone who had spent all night exploring me without letting me lie down on the bed would say.

As Roaldness had promised, he had not allowed me to make a single sound, silencing me with his lips.

He was truly more persistent than I had imagined.

As the day began to break and light seeped through the curtains, I thought of his excited face as he became more absorbed in our passion, and my lower abdomen tightened with tension.

Roaldness, having finally realized what he had done, began to feel remorse as dawn broke.

He wrapped me tightly in a blanket and woke up Jonah, who was sleeping soundly, to bring him a change of clothes.

And he even brought me a washcloth, probably from somewhere, and quietly wiped my exhausted body.

Perhaps out of guilt, he didn't insist on helping me dress, as he had on our first night. Instead, he went out for a while when I told him to, and only came back to help me button my dress when I asked him to.

"I'm sticky. I want to take a bath. You're lucky. You can just strip down and bathe outside."

"Shall I clean you up?"

Forget it.

Seeing the disbelief in my eyes, Roaldness opened his mouth, seemingly a little aggrieved.

"Don't look at me like that. I meant I'd take you to the lake where you bathed yesterday and clean you there."

With his mouth?

Take me to a lake and wash me?

Both thoughts are excessively lewd.

What kind of thoughts filled that shiny golden head?

I was speechless and shook my head at him, who always went one step further than I expected.

"I'll bathe in a large bath when I get to Elacon."

"A bath?"

His gaze, fixed on me with folded arms, sank low.

"I'll bathe alone."

"You're a precious guest in Elacon, so you should have someone to serve you."

"It won't be you."

"...Caught."

Even as he said that, he didn't seem surprised at all.

His long, clear eyes narrowed slightly.

His face, with a languid smile and reddened eyes, was a sight that explained why he was called Ronta's greatest playboy.

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