Just this morning, she had received a diagnosis about her body’s difficulty in conception, and she had recently ingested contraceptive tea. Even to her own eyes, Elizabeth knew she wasn’t in the best physical condition right now.
But still, there’s a chance, and if I reject it, I might be pushed away…
However, as a beam of sunlight poured in from the distant window, casting a slanting light onto Rezette’s face, she found herself captivated by the intensity in his already fervent, brightly lit eyes. At that moment, she had nowhere to escape as Rezette leaned down to whisper in her ear while gently caressing her upper body.
“Say you want it.”
“What…”
“Me.”
His knees pressed firmly between hers as his hand, tracing the curve from her waist to her hips, staked its claim on the vulnerable space between them.
“As much as I want you, you want me too.”
“Ah…” Elizabeth’s lips parted, a breathless sigh escaping her. Surprise flickered briefly before she acquiesced, nodding in agreement. It had become instinctual for her stomach to tighten and her body to respond eagerly to his touch. She now recognized that feeling him intimately, without pause, eased the aftermath.
In this realm of pure physical sensation, distractions vanished. The chaos and intensity only served to liberate Elizabeth further. After screams verging on hoarseness and tears shed, exhaustion would bring clarity, enabling rational judgment to return.
It was bound to happen again, she realized, as she writhed and surrendered her body to his touch, sensing something shift in Rezette’s gaze.
In one swift motion, he lifted her and pressed her against the wall. Gasping for air, Elizabeth clung to him, her body tensing with the need to hold on. Amidst the pressure, Rezette let out a short laugh.
“I could release you, Elizabeth.”
“Don’t say that… please.”
“Why not? I am nothing more than an inadequate husband, after all.”
“It was a slip of the tongue… Rezette, I feel like I’m losing my balance…”
“Then, find another way to express it.”
Despite knowing he wouldn’t accidentally drop her, Elizabeth suddenly felt a wave of terror. The space beneath the dimly lit staircase stretched like a gaping abyss. Rezette’s arms encircled her waist as her legs dangled in mid-air, causing her to whimper.
“Don’t… ah… it’s… too much…”
“Too much? What do you mean by ‘too much’?”
“Everywhere I go, you… you’re suddenly so… arous*d!”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t be effortlessly beautiful everywhere you go.”
“Rezette, this place is too risky… Ah!”
“Stop acting so provocatively.”
Her white silk nightgown, now bunched around her waist, fluttered with each movement. With sudden force, Elizabeth gasped for air, feeling a surge of tension as if her lower half hadn’t yet fully surrendered. Rezette’s warm breath caressed her collarbone.
“Ha…”
Then, he thrust against her forcefully, pinning her to the wall. Sharp sensations shot through her, leaving her struggling to catch her breath. The sound of moisture echoed strangely in her hypersensitive nerves.
Struggling to focus her blurry vision, Elizabeth saw his face contorted in fierce desire, his lips grazing hers.
“Elizabeth… Relax your body. It’s too cramped here, you might get hurt.”
Though he seemed to be speaking, his words drowned in the whirlwind of sensations. Elizabeth was consumed by a strange blend of pain and pleasure, a moment where words and emotions held no boundaries.
“Re.. Rezette.”
Unintended words fought to escape her lips. If not now, she feared she might never find the courage to speak them.
Before her stood the man whose desire seemed reserved solely for her, evident in his ragged breath, blurred gaze, tightly clenched jaw, and perspiring, trembling frame. In this moment of intense craving and dangerously peaking pleasure, every aspect of him overwhelmed her.
It was all too much.
Too much…
“…I enjoy it…”
At Elizabeth’s confession, Rezette paused, suspicion clouding his features.
“What did you say just now?”
“I enjoy it. Yes, I enjoy it…”
The meaning behind ‘enjoying it’ remained ambiguous. As Rezette halted his movements, leaving her body bereft of stimulation, Elizabeth weakly squirmed.
“Don’t stop…”
“What’s enjoyable about it? Tell me what you truly desire, and I’ll fulfill your wishes.”
“You…”
“Me?”
Finally voicing a sentiment long buried in her heart, Elizabeth barely managed a nod. Rezette’s expression twisted in disbelief. Me? There’s no way she could like that.
Yet, her tear-filled voice swiftly dispelled his doubts like wildfire spreading across dry grass.
“It’s difficult because I like you.”
“……”
“If only you had said you loved me… everything would have been different…”