Predatory Marriage — Chapter 211. Instincts (2)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
She was ashamed that she was so physically attracted to him, but she also wanted to know why he didn’t repulse her as all other men did. And really, curiosity was only an excuse. Even with those questions aside, her desire remained.
She wanted to lie with this man.
But as soon as she felt that s3xual urge, a warning echoed in her mind, and she remembered their reality. Her wedding was so near, and she hadn’t even allowed her fiancé to touch her…
Belatedly, her conscience reared up and her galloping heart contracted. But Ishakan even understood this dilemma, without her having to speak a word.
“That guy has been sleeping around with consorts, why should you be faithful?” He asked, and she could not argue. His fingers stroked her soft lips. “I just want you to feel better for a moment.”
Curiosity paved the path to hell. Unable to resist his temptation, Leah finally bit into the apple he was offering her.
“…Yes, I’m curious,” she said quietly, looking up at him. “What are you going to do?”
The blanket covering her was thrown aside and Ishakan was above her so suddenly, she blinked. He was like a beast lunging for its prey.
“In the morning…” Her body stiffened at his seductive words, and Ishakan smiled. “…and also at night, I will make you think only of me.”
His gaze and his voice were so lascivious. Heat rushed to her face, and she brought her hands up to cool her cheeks. He was so smooth, she couldn’t help pouting, a little uncomfortable.
“That sounds like something a womanizer would say.”
“All is not what it seems.”
Her lips pursed, and he took her hand. The heavy engagement ring slid off her finger.
“Let’s put this aside for a while.”
Fortunately, he didn’t throw it away or hide it, just placed it on the nightstand beside the bed. Her hand felt lighter without it, and she stretched her fingers.
Catching the edge of her nightgown, Ishakan slowly slid it upward, the fabric tickling as it brushed over her skin. Leah didn’t protest as he undressed her, exposing her underclothes first, and then the slight, rounded curve of her belly, finally sliding the nightgown off her completely.
Her br3asts had been a little swollen lately, making her bras tight and uncomfortable, so she had removed hers for the night before she had gone to bed back at the palace. Without the nightgown, they were exposed to Ishakan, who examined every inch of her body as if he were searching for injuries.
But then, the first time she had met this man, she had been crying beside a fountain with her cheek tight and swollen from Blain’s slap. He was probably worried that she might have been mistreated again since then.
It was ridiculous. This stranger carried more about her than her fiancé did. Though Leah tried not to think about it, she couldn’t help making the comparison.
But after he had looked at the rest of her body, his eyes drifted up to her white br3asts and fixed there. Under his eyes, her pink n!pples hardened, and his large hands squeezed her br3asts.
Leah sucked in a breath. When their eyes met, Ishakan slowly lowered his head to bite at her br3asts, marking the white skin, licking at her n!pples ravenously. It was so embarrassing, she closed her eyes, but that only made her other senses that much more acute.
Her eyes opened to find Ishakan still staring at her. His tongue licked gently around her ar3ola, sending a strange tingling deep in her belly. The moment he sucked her into his mouth, biting at her, a searing heat swelled up inside her.
Her back arched involuntarily, her body stiffening as a strange sensation spread upward between her legs. Her insides were suddenly wet from some deep place, as if her body was preparing for what was to come.
The hand squeezing her other breast slid downward, gently removing her underclothes. A thin thread of fluid stretched between the thin fabric and the cleft between her legs. It was so embarrassing to see the wetness on her clothing, she wanted to snatch it away and hide it somewhere, but fortunately Ishakan dropped it off the side of the bed.
One hand gently massaged her foot, then slid upward to her thighs and spread her legs apart.
Leah had still been dwelling on the state of her underclothes and belatedly tried to close her thighs. She knew her body was strange compared to others because she had almost no body hair. It was the first time anyone had ever seen her smooth, hairless mound, and embarrassment scorched her.
But Ishakan didn’t seem surprised. He took her hands and placed her fingers where he wanted them, over her smooth lower lips.
“Hold them open,” he said.
“Otherwise I won’t be able to touch you properly.”
He understood this business better than she did, and if he said he needed her to do this, she didn’t know any better. Leah trusted him and obeyed.