In This Life, I Will Be Your Dog - Chapter 26

Bellona’s eyes widened at the sudden capture of her lips. The tension in the air finally broke as he revealed his true intentions.

Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, but she couldn’t push him away. The thick mass that filled her mouth swirled around, betraying her already weakened body. Despite her resolve, she found herself wanting more of this dizzying sensation.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss shared with a loved one but a rough, aggressive kiss driven by nothing more than lust and inexplicable emotions. Yet, as his tongue forcefully invaded her mouth, exploring every corner, Bellona’s nails dug into his shoulders. The conflicting emotions of wanting to push him away and the blissful stimulation battled violently within her.

But as if her instincts had overcome her rational mind, she began to respond to him. When she gently teased his tongue, the rough, aggressive mass slowly entangled hers, the previously violent movements growing softer as if his senses had returned. With each brush of their moist tongues, her lower part throbbed and grew wetter.

Her hands, which had been gripping his shoulders as if to tear them apart, slid down his broad back to cradle his head. As she tilted her head, he adjusted his position, covering her body with his own.

Now, neither could tell who had initiated the next move as their tongues intertwined, separated, and then met again.

Her mind felt completely empty.

The sensations transmitted through her sensitive tongue made her entire body feel like it was melting.

As the kiss grew more intense, her pale hands, which had been clutching his black hair, began to tremble. She had long forgotten when the bandages on her hands had come off or what had happened to her palms, as all her focus was consumed by Caelus’s heated kiss.

“Haa…”

A sensual moan escaped her lips, and as if that was a signal, his large hands, which had been still, suddenly tightened around her slim waist. His hands roamed over her curvaceous body before firmly grasping her hips, then slid up to caress her flat abdomen.

The man, his reason lost to his primal instincts, deepened the kiss further as he groped her full breast with his other hand. When she shuddered and pressed herself against him, his mind went blank with a dizzying sensation.

The feeling of her soft flesh yielding under his hand was a pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced when wielding a sword. Though his hand only touched rough clothing, the softness beneath ignited the lust he had been desperately suppressing.

Realizing this new sensation, he found himself wanting to feel more—wondering just how soft and sweet the woman’s body would be beneath its tough exterior filled his mind with obscene curiosity.

After all, it seemed he was just an untamed beast.

But even so, he had no intention of stopping.

He would regret it forever if he didn’t have her tonight.

His hand, which had been kneading her soft breast, finally gripped the edge of her tunic, pulling at the half-loosened string to fully undo it. But then, Bellona suddenly grabbed his hand, stopping him.

She turned her head, breaking the kiss, and panted heavily.

His expression twisted with displeasure at having his lips and hands taken away.

“Haa, stop now—”

“You’re really trying to drive me insane.” His voice, heavy with unrelieved lust, growled from deep within him.

“You’ll regret this.”

“Why would you care about my regrets?”

“Because I would regret it too…”

Her calm reply made Caelus’s stern lips twist.

“I, I am Your Highness’s subordinate, which means we—”

“You’re also about to become my wife. That makes this permissible.”

“Your Highness…”

“Are you really trying to stop me out of concern for my regret, or is it because…”

Caelus suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes trembling with uncertainty. He hesitated, afraid that she might say something he didn’t want to hear.

Still, he wanted to ask. No, he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to hear her say that she desired him too.

After a brief hesitation, he finally opened his mouth. “If you don’t want this… I won’t cross the line any further. I have no intention of forcing myself on you.”

The words he uttered felt foolish.

Every time he resolved to act selfishly, his resolve crumbled the moment he saw her. It seemed that the memories of being rejected countless times in his previous life were the cause.

Even now, at this moment, he found himself wanting to appear as a good man in her eyes.

His face tensed with anxiety as he waited for her response. If she rejected him, he wasn’t sure he could suppress the base desire he had tried to hide.

He might lose control again, consumed by anger at her rejection and the lust that had already taken hold.

So just this once, reach out to me, Bellona.

As always, she looked up at him with an unreadable expression before slowly tightening her grip on his hand. Then, true to her nature, Bellona Riknis spoke honestly, “I don’t hate it.”

It was just a simple statement, but it was enough to make all the tension that had gripped his body disappear in an instant.

Caelus let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, but she wasn’t finished.

“But I want to fulfill my role as Your Highness’s sword. If we cross this line, I’m afraid you’ll only see me as a woman, not as a sword… That scares me.”

Her desire to be used as a sword.

It was something that would never be allowed. Yet, he couldn’t tell her what lay ahead for her future.

If he told her that he intended to take her sword away, Bellona would leave him for Impes in an instant.

After a moment of contemplation, Caelus kissed the hand that was holding his and made the only promise he could. “I won’t cross the line you fear. Will that suffice?”

“You already see me only as a woman you want to possess. Can you really keep that promise?”

Her voice, full of doubt, made Caelus hold onto the still-loosened string of her tunic as he calmly replied, “I’m holding a beautiful lady in my arms. Isn’t it natural? Do you think I’m some blind, castrated fool?”

“……!”

“But even so, I promised not to use that part of me. No matter how much of a beast I am, I keep my promises.”

There was something eerily familiar about his rough tone.

While she stood there momentarily stunned, the loosened string slipped, and her pale chest was exposed.

Seeing the gleam in his golden eyes, Bellona instinctively moved to stop him.

“Don’t make me command you even in a moment like this. I have no intention of stopping, no matter what you say.”

“Your Highness…”

In the end, her voice trembled with a pitiful reluctance, unable to fully resist.

Unlike his commanding tone, his hands were gentle as he sucked on her fingers. The sight of the man, always so reserved and dignified, now indulging in such sensuality left her at a loss for words.

“Ah…”

Caelus, like a devoted slave, tenderly licked between her slender fingers as he fully untied her shirt. As her white skin was exposed, his caresses became more blatant.

He brought the fingers he had been sucking to her chest, licking both her chest and fingers simultaneously.

The overwhelming sensations that she had barely managed to resist surged again, making her squeeze her eyes shut and turn her head away.

She managed to regain some composure and tried to stop him, but her body, already heated from their earlier kiss, was now burning uncontrollably.

In the end, she used his promise as an excuse and allowed herself to succumb to this reckless indulgence.

She was, after all, powerless to stop him. The gentle caresses that enveloped her body were too intoxicating. It felt like another form of courtship, akin to the way he had once repeatedly extended his hand to her in the past.

Her desire, once ignited, grew ever stronger. She wanted all of Caelus’s attention to be on her. Not just her sword, but her entire being—she wanted him to desire everything about her.

And in doing so, she wanted him to become emperor, to lead the way in the mission she had set for herself.

Just as she had become his loyal dog, she wished for him to become hers as well.

It was a deeply selfish emotion.

“Ah…”

Suddenly, her delicate body trembled as her breast was sucked into his warm mouth. His hot breath tickled the taut peak of her breast, causing all her previous thoughts to vanish.

She could feel his head moving beneath her shirt, which had been pushed up to her neck. The sight of his usually neatly combed hair now disheveled was strangely unsettling.

While her mind, corrupted by the past, was anything but pure, her body, reborn after traveling back in time, was more pristine and fragile than anything.

The more intensely he touched her, the more this innocent body was swept into the abyss of pleasure.

His breath, growing hotter with each new sensation he discovered, left a trail of fire wherever his lips touched. His tongue, which had started cautiously, gradually grew bolder as it sucked and teased her rosy nipple.

Each time, her stomach tensed, and her toes curled.

Dissatisfied with just one side, he licked her entire chest, alternating between her two breasts, before squeezing them together and devouring them both at once.

“Ah, ugh…”

The pressure of his fierce sucking made her clutch his head and wriggle in response. It felt as if an electric current was running through her entire body, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her. A rush of arousal spilled out, soaking her undergarments.

As she lowered her gaze through half-lidded eyes, she saw the pink buds glistening with saliva. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of the two nipples being swallowed and rubbed together between his firm lips.

She watched, entranced, as the man’s fervent and unruly actions explored her chest, until suddenly, their eyes met—his sharp golden eyes locking onto hers. Startled, she squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment.