Chapter 74

Elise’s soft sobs filled the room like a haunting melody. “Just, quickly…” she pleaded.

“If I do that, you will be torn apart,” Rezette whispered, his words a gentle caress.

“It’s okay! Ah, don’t do it like that, please…” Elise implored.

‘What’s okay about it?’ 

The prospect of a swift resolution was not on Rezette’s agenda. He had no intention of allowing this night to rush by like extinguishing a hastily ignited flame.

Elise’s reaction seemed inadequate in the face of the impending ordeal. Compared to her, Rezette appeared resolute, almost unyielding. As previously cautioned, if she wished to avoid the macabre scene of blood staining the bed, she needed to surrender to the moment—both in body and mind. So that nothing else would invade her thoughts.

Restraint pinned Elise to the bed, rendering her helpless, and she could only emit continuous whimpers. The sensation coursing through her was alien, not one of pain but an overwhelming peculiarity that gradually eclipsed her rational thoughts. It was an experience entirely foreign to her, an emotional maelstrom that swept away the familiar contours of her reality.

“Make a sound,” Rezette breathed against her cheek, planting a tender kiss. Elise squinted her eyes and sealed her lips tightly, cognizant that complying with his request would only heighten his excitement.

Rezette chuckled, attuned to her resistance. “Do not resist me, Elise.”

“Ah, ah…!” A gasp escaped Elise’s lips, a fleeting moment that felt like a tiny lightning bolt had struck before her eyes. She moistened her lips, surrendering to Rezette’s embrace, her head swimming in a haze of sensations.

Her entire body quivered, as if caught in convulsions. When her arched waist finally met the cool embrace of the sheets, Elise became aware of the peculiar sounds emanating from her own throat.

“Ah…?” Blinking through wet eyes, she struggled to comprehend the situation. As she looked up, a satisfied curve graced the man’s lips, and his gaze descended from her navel area. It was then that Elise realized the depth of her current state—an incredulous revelation. The mix of struggles and gasps beneath a man’s weight was something she couldn’t fathom.

The climax she experienced for the first time in her life left her genuinely shocked, a revelation that reverberated through her with undeniable intensity.

“What just happened…?” she asked, a cloud of confusion veiling her expression.

“You did well,” Rezette whispered, his words a delicate touch that wiped away the tears clinging to Elise’s long eyelashes. Yet, Elise remained in the dark about what she had accomplished.

“That expression just now,” Rezette murmured, “And this reaction… I’d be lying if I said I’ve never imagined it.”

Rezette’s full, sated gaze lingered where Elise had rearranged herself with her hands. Although there was no physical sensation conveyed through his gaze alone, that intimate area continued to prickle with an unbearable embarrassment at being laid bare before his eyes.

“Don’t look…” Elise eventually covered her face with both hands, shielding herself from a vulnerability she hadn’t anticipated in their relationship. The fear of losing control clawed at her mind.

In the midst of her resurging fear, Rezette, who had been idly rubbing wet fingertips together, furrowed his brow. The sound of heavy chains dangling echoed in the air.

Oh, damn it. Rezette swallowed the brewing irritation. Once again, an invisible force tugged at him, urging him forward into uncharted territories.

Though the resistance had weakened, it still lingered, an irritant in the air. Clearly, some conditions governed the activation of this troublesome restriction. A glance at Elise’s wide, fear-filled pupils provided a straightforward clue.

Is it when she’s scared?

He comprehended the sentiment, but urgency clouded the present situation. Rezette drew the trembling Elise closer, tenderly planting his lips on her round forehead. The desire to swiftly ease her apprehension and mold her compliance began to take root.

“What’s wrong? You used to be so persuasive.”

“I didn’t, I didn’t know,” Elise stuttered.

“Are you saying you didn’t know that your husband was a dragon?”

“It’s not like that…”

“Then?”

Elise stammered, “I, I thought something was wrong… that it would hurt. This is just, too, too embarrassing…”

Even Rezette hadn’t shed all his clothes yet. Elise found herself in disarray, desperately clutching the hem of his garment. In response to her feeble attempt, Rezette released a laughter reminiscent of the wind’s playful whisper.

Ah… I see.

Elise harbored no fear of him. Her trepidation stemmed from stepping into uncharted territories, delving into experiences with him that were beyond the contours of her familiar world.

A profound devotion enveloped him, a sensation of overwhelming beauty that he hadn’t fully grasped until that very moment. The warmth behind his eyes and at the back of his neck marked the realization of this emotional revelation.

Elise had never truly feared him. She stood as a woman who regarded the most formidable man in the world as her ally, finding stability in their connection. Even in the midst of being consumed by an intoxicating passion, she did not cower. Could there be a more endearing soul than hers?

After a few more playful bites and teases, the restriction was lifted. As Elise relaxed slightly, Rezette crossed his arms and discarded his upper garment.

Her golden eyes, once trembling with uncertainty, widened in surprise. His bare body unfolded before her like a revelation. Elise stared in a daze. The densely packed muscles appeared too perfectly sculpted to belong to a mere mortal. No sculpture, no matter how beautifully brought to life, could rival the perfection standing before her.

“Have you seen enough?” Rezette chuckled.

Elise’s scattered thoughts coalesced at the sound of his laughter, a mysterious melody that tugged at the edges of her consciousness. A formidable upper body, sculpted with precision like a vivid work of art, hovered over her like a masterpiece carved into the fabric of a statue.

Rezette, his touch tracing the alluring contours akin to tempting fruits, murmured gently, “Relax.”

“Huh?”

Without further warning, Rezette embarked on the path he had unveiled, a slow journey marked by mental awareness and physical anticipation.

Elise found herself breathless, swallowing any sound that threatened to escape. A moment later, a feeble sob escaped her as she weakly struck his chest.

“Stop, please stop. It hurts…!”

“Shh.”

Initially inevitable, Rezette infused warmth into her body, coaxing Elise’s stiff form to absorb the soothing heat spreading through her muscles.

“Elise.” Rezette seized her chin, compelling her to face him as she continued to resist. “Call my name.”

“Rezette, ah…”

“It’ll be okay,” Rezzete whispered reassuringly. “It’s nothing strange or frightening.”

She couldn’t discern the expression on her face. Without waiting for her response, Rezette pressed forward, reaching the brink. A raw moan and a scream intertwined in a symphony of intensity.

A chilling sensation traced his spine as sharp pleasure surged to the apex of his consciousness. Rezette’s jaw clenched, overwhelmed by the incredible sensations. How had he endured the preceding months with this body right in front of him? Thrills coursed through him as he witnessed the woman enduring pain, trembling, and embracing her own vulnerability.

The distorted visage in agony, tear-blurred golden eyes, and perpetually parted crimson lips created a tableau akin to an erotic painting. It was a scenario Rezette could never have fathomed with Elizabeth.

“Ha….” A sigh, bitter and laden with laughter, escaped him.

In this moment, Elise transcended any unattainable deity or saint; she was solely his wife. A woman whom the gods had cast down from heaven into his embrace. The steadfast walls Rezette had maintained until now crumbled, and a pitiable desire for conquest paralyzed his senses.

A lightning-like realization struck him at that moment.

He couldn’t relinquish this pleasure for a lifetime.

Rezette tenderly brushed away the tears on Elise’s cheek with his thumb, but it was more than a gentle caress—it was a collision of passion and desire.

“Ah!”

New tear trails followed the paths of the ones he had just erased, etching fresh marks on Elise’s pale cheek. As their movements intensified, her body convulsed with an uncontrollable tremor.

“Rezette, slowly, ah, stop…” Elise begged.

“If we stop here, it would be in vain,” said Rezette in between ragged breaths.

“If you just finish….”

“Wouldn’t it be less unjust for you to receive what you desire?”

An excited voice, brimming with simmering arousal, poured into Elise’s ears. In the arms of a man who had relinquished sanity to such an extent, she burst into tears. He wasn’t merely beautiful; he was an unrivaled beast.

Yet, something truly peculiar unfolded. Amid her sobs, embarrassing sounds surfaced, impossible to suppress.

“Uh, haa, ah….”

Rezette easily discerned that her writhing wasn’t solely due to pain but for another reason. Her inherently sensitive body responded intensely to the slightest stimulation. Amid the continuously ringing, beautiful voice, his mind drifted into a distant world. There was no denying that she was driving him to the brink of madness.

With unrestrained movements, Rezette shook her even more vigorously, aiming for the most intimate and pure depths of Elizabeth. To delve into the forbidden territory that only he could touch.

Finally, Elise let out a short scream. Patience was utterly useless. A fierce moan erupted from Rezette’s lips, marking the culmination of their passionate dance.

Elise’s vision blurred into blinding white, and her consciousness became a void. Involuntarily, her waist arched, and her toes curled, ushering in sensations that defied articulation—propelling Elise to an ineffable height.

Yet, he showed no sign of stopping. The second climax crashed upon her like a relentless wave, sweeping Elise into an unfamiliar tide that violently overwhelmed her.

“Haah…!”

Perhaps she momentarily lost consciousness.

During those fleeting moments of blackout and return to awareness, Andrei’s voice pierced through. “I can’t reach you anymore. I need to come find you right away.” The voice echoed intermittently with each flicker of her consciousness.

“Wait until autumn… Bellator… Send a messenger to Barnon… North of the Tene River, the scouting unit…”

Rezette pressed his forehead against hers, releasing a suppressed breath. It was clear that he, too, had ascended to the pinnacle of pleasure, mirroring Elise’s experience.

Only now did the stark reality engulf Elise like a raging river. She had finally obtained what she desired from him.

And so, she crossed a river that could never truly be reversed.

In her mind, amidst the echoes of her brother’s voice, she clung to a man who was nothing short of an enemy, both arms wrapped around his neck… Her mind screamed for everything to halt, but her body, lost to the moment, drew closer to the man.

If she were in her right mind, it wouldn’t be like this.