A Butterfly Through the Mist - Chapter 14

Cold water soaked the carpet, but no one mentioned it.

“Ilex.”

Tilia could now smile seductively without even trying. It was an incredibly easy thing to do—she only had to lift the corners of her mouth, letting her desire for what she wanted show.

“I’ve finished washing up.”

Tilia wrapped her arms around the neck of the man who was much taller than her. The water from her body soaked his clothes, but Ilex didn’t seem to care at all, his beautiful pale gray eyes focused solely on her dark green ones.

Tilia, meeting his gaze, licked her lips with her red tongue once more.

“Then, now…”

Her white feet stood on tiptoes as her swollen red lips approached his. Just before their lips touched, Tilia whispered into his ear, which had gone stiff with tension.

“What should I do?”

That was the trigger.

In an instant, Ilex’s arms wrapped around her body, and his lips pressed against hers. Her lips stung again, but even the pain became pleasure. His strong arms enveloped her slender waist, and his large hands tangled in her hair.

‘More.’

Tilia, feeling him invade deeper, tightened her arms around his neck.

‘More, give me more of you.’

Give yourself to me as much as my desire demands, as much as my malice desires.

Was it her imagination? Somewhere in the background, she thought she heard the sound of a glass bottle rolling across the floor. But that sound had no effect on either of them.

Their senses were completely focused on each other.

Ilex Davenport’s tongue was thick and firm. It didn’t make sense to describe a tongue that way—it should be soft—but there was no other way to describe the rough, forceful way it invaded her mouth.

His tongue, which had pushed deep into her mouth, explored every corner, eventually capturing her own tongue and pulling it out. Then he sucked on it in various ways.

“Mm…”

The sensation was overwhelming—sometimes he pulled so hard it made her tongue ache, other times his touch was so soft it tickled. It felt like a mischievous, cruel game.

One thing was certain: Tilia was just as immersed in it as he was.

Even without any basis for comparison, she knew. This man was a good kisser.

She found herself instinctively gripping his hair and pulling him closer to her. He responded to her desperation with a satisfied smile that she could feel even through their locked lips.

Tilia was so lost in the ecstasy of her first kiss that she couldn’t think straight.

It was then that the hand, which had been wrapped around her slim waist, slowly began to move upward.

She didn’t need to see it to know exactly where his hand was going. Everywhere his hot fingers touched, it felt as if a brand had been seared into her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

His hand slid from her waist, up her back, across her ribs, and toward the side of her chest, where her curves began.

While his hand, filled with insidious desire, traced her skin as if memorizing it, Ilex kept his eyes locked on Tilia, never blinking.

“Hmph.”

Finally, when his hand lifted her breast as if to support it, Tilia curled her toes in response, as though she had felt a sudden pain.

She could feel her nipples stiffen as if reacting to cold. Her sweat-soaked thighs rubbed together without her realizing it, and a sigh escaped her lips like a moan.

“Does it feel good?”

Ilex, who had been sucking and nibbling on her lips, reacted immediately.

“Do you like it, Tilia?”

The pale gray eyes staring at her were filled with an incomprehensible pleasure, like a child who had finally gotten their hands on a long-desired toy.

At that moment, as she looked into his eyes, the devil inside Tilia took control of her body once again.

“…Here.”

Letting go of his hair, Tilia grabbed the large hand that was only touching the underside of her breast.

“Touch me here.”

With her pale hand, she guided his fingers to her stiff, erect, rosy nipples.

“Here… make it hurt.”

At those lewd words, Ilex’s expression hardened as if he were furious. The excited, childlike expression he had worn while fondling her breast was gone.

Just as Tilia was about to become anxious at his change in demeanor—

“Agh!”

Ilex’s hand moved roughly.

“Make it hurt?”

“Aah…!”

The large hand, which had previously been as gentle as if handling a delicate bird, now squeezed her entire breast with force. Her pale skin bulged between his thick fingers.

It was an obscenely lewd sight, almost too vulgar to watch.

“Say it properly. Do you want me to torment your nipples?”

“Y-Yes… I want you to…!”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Ilex eagerly lowered his head. He took her flushed nipple into his mouth all at once.

“Aah!”

He tormented her, just as she had asked.

His sharp teeth bit down firmly, while he alternated between sucking on her as if trying to drink her and biting with his fangs. Meanwhile, his hand continued to torment her other breast without mercy.

The way he relentlessly teased her soft, pale breasts felt almost malicious.

“Aah…”

As her nipples were pinched and her areolas were licked, Tilia’s pale legs trembled, and she squirmed uncontrollably.

She could feel herself getting wet, more than just damp—it was becoming soaked between her legs. It didn’t feel real, being aroused by the man she had hated so much while he sucked on her breasts.

It felt like a dream. A nightmare she would wake up from, only to be left feeling disgusted by the cold sweat and vague memories.

“Hic…!”

As if sensing Tilia’s attempt to deny reality, Ilex bit down hard enough on her areola to leave teeth marks.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Agh… No…!”

Ilex growled as he yanked Tilia back by her hips when she tried to retreat in pain.

“You were the one who asked me to suck on them.”

He licked her reddened breast, which was covered in handprints and teeth marks, as he gazed up at her.

“I did exactly what you wanted, so what’s your complaint?”

Pop. He made a loud, deliberate sucking sound as he pulled away. Then, with a light tap, he swatted her legs.

“Spread your legs.”

Spread? What?

Lost in her excitement, Tilia stared blankly at him, unable to understand his words.

Ilex watched her for a moment, then slid one of his long legs between hers. He gave her calf a light tap, forcing her to spread her legs apart.

Her face flushed red in embarrassment as he treated her like a child.

For a brief moment, she felt overwhelmed by shame, which she had momentarily forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Tilia bit her lip as she felt the liquid drip between her legs.

It was the fluids that had pooled in her sex.

“Is this from me sucking on you, or…”

Ilex asked curiously as he casually toyed with her swollen nipple.

“Have you been wet like this all along?”

His hand, which had been pinching her nipple, slid downwards.

His veiny hand glided over her pale, flat stomach, past her protruding pelvic bones, and finally reached the faint patch of hair between her legs.

Tap, tap. His fingers lightly tapped the mound, and Tilia’s breath hitched in her throat.

The artificially induced desire was intense. Even in a situation where she should have been angry, where she should have slapped him and stormed off, her body was aroused.

I’m not in my right mind.

Tilia closed her eyes, feeling her mouth fill with saliva despite his careless touch.

Trying to grab onto the last thread of reason like a lifeline, Tilia sighed and spoke, “Just… put it in.”

Ilex’s hands froze on her lower belly, his eyes widening in surprise.

“What?”

“Just put it in.”

There wasn’t much time left. Tilia, having decided it was better to get it over with quickly, opened her bloodshot eyes and stared at him directly.

“I’m ready. Just put it in…”

“We’ll see.”

“Agh, what are you doing…!”

But before she could finish her cocky sentence, Ilex pressed his middle finger against her wet slit.

“Aah, haah…”

“You’re wet, like you said.”

“Ahh!”

Without warning, his finger slipped into her damp entrance, and Tilia instinctively grabbed his wrist.

As her back twitched with the unfamiliar pain, Ilex gently stroked her.

“But it’s still a bit tight for me to fit in.”

At that moment, while his middle finger remained inside her, Ilex used his thumb to rub her hidden clit.

“W-Wait… It hurts.”

“I don’t know what guys have been in and out of here before…”

Tilia, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation, clutched his wrist with both hands.

But his thumb was merciless, pressing against her sensitive spot as if hammering nails, paying no mind to her squirming.

“They must have been pretty pathetic, huh? You’re so tight.”

“Aah…!”

As he rapidly moved his thick fingers, rubbing her sensitive spot, Tilia’s thighs trembled uncontrollably. He smiled at her reaction and withdrew his hand.

“If someone saw this, they’d think you’re still a virgin, Tilia.”

Even as he made nonsensical comments, his arms remained gentle.

He effortlessly lifted the collapsing Tilia into his arms and took a step forward. Until now, he had barely glanced at it, but his direction was unmistakable: the bed.