192 - Pieces of the Broken Glass Slipper
Shattered Glass Slipper Shards 192
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Michael Ayres acted hastily, like a person suffering from thirst. At first glance, it seemed as if he had lost his reason.
Where had the Knight of Ice, who had been gentle and pretending to be a gentleman, disappeared to? He returned to the way he was when he threatened the Bishvarts Family's knights, growling like a beast. He was a wild beast that had broken its leash, quite ferocious, but strangely sensual.
He didn't even seem to notice that I was frozen in shock, as he frantically rubbed his lips and cupped my cheeks and chin with both hands.
With his head tilted slightly, the sharp line of his jaw was elegantly drawn, naturally reflecting even the sight of his long eyelashes fluttering.
His deeply furrowed brow created a hollow groove like a well. His slightly touching cheeks were flushed and even looked soft. Like a beautiful boy with rosy cheeks, like that. Yes, Sir Ayres was suffering from a fever called me.
Perhaps that's why. He acted as if he didn't realize that I was being pushed back by his strength, sliding down into the sofa, almost falling over. The man's knees were naturally kneeling.
In fact, the beginning was clumsy like a novice. He was as disoriented as a young boy having his first kiss. He just bumped his lips together, but then he didn't know what to do next, so he just licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.
He carefully went in and out, as if testing the waters, but every time I flinched, he was startled like a guilty person and immediately pulled his tongue out, trying to sweep it away.
Then, like he was being affectionate, he gently nibbled on my upper and lower lips, slowly pushing the tip of his tongue inside. The low groan he let out, as if he wasn't satisfied, was essentially no different from the sound of a beast getting angry.
Even so, I was breathless. It was intense and wild. I felt like my legs were giving way and my hands were trembling.
I had to breathe through my nose, but every breath I took was stolen, so I had no choice but to pant. Naturally, my mouth opened, and the soft flesh that dug inside came over with a sweet breath.
Surprised, I raised my hand to push his shoulder away, but it didn't budge, as if I had met a large rock.
It seemed to stimulate him even more, as his hot flesh acted ruthlessly like a tyrant, digging wildly into my mouth. It felt like a young beast had instantly grown into a wild animal.
There was a slight force in the hand holding my cheek, as if silently shouting not to push him away. It was actually a gesture close to pleading, but it was scary how powerfully he was pushing forward, as if he was a man.
The man's other hand, which had already gone down to my waist, strongly pulled my body and tightly pressed me inward. My large, swollen breasts were pressed against Sir Ayres' firm body so sweetly and strongly that it created a strange pain.
Two moist pieces of flesh were intertwined. No, it was only said to be intertwined, but it was actually similar to a game of tag.
The sensation of gently rubbing the flesh inside my tongue was very violent to me, so I wanted to run away inside, but he kept not letting me go.
The chase in a limited space was bound to be caught soon. The skin, wet with saliva, collided roughly and rubbed strongly, so a deep pleasure quickly filled me. It felt like the corners of my eyes were turning red.
How can this man kiss like this?
Sir Ayres' kiss was extremely like him. He was a gentleman on the outside, but a rude man on the inside, but in the end, he pecked and cooed like a scared child, begging for affection.
It was too stimulating for me, who was experiencing kissing for the first time. This was truly a terrible sensation. That's why I was scared and afraid. I felt like I was really going to be eaten.
"Ah, stop..."
Horrified, I barely caught my breath and refused, and he gathered his lips again in a wet voice, pouring down light kisses like feathers.
"Please, just a little more... Okay? Just a little more."
And before I could resist, he parted my lips again and pushed his tongue in. A breathless groan naturally flowed out, 'Eung.'
The soft flesh, from which moist air flowed, was very hot, as if it had absorbed all the heat of my body. The breath, which I inhaled urgently as if swallowing a scream, was desperate and violent.
What was lingering in his fiercely burning eyes was a sharp desire. The inside of my stomach tingled and a deep thirst welled up.
Even though I was gulping down a liquid that I didn't know whose it was along with the air, I was getting more and more thirsty. The secret heat that started in my mouth spread throughout my body and tickled my toes.
That's because it was quite erotic to tap the roof of my mouth and sweep my teeth intimately, and even gently dig into the innermost flesh of my mouth.
A dizzying sensation filled me, and my toes were naturally curling up. Even the sound of swallowing saliva sank moistly and melted softly into my delicate eardrums.
I couldn't come to my senses at all from the sweet touch. Before I knew it, I was clinging to him as if I was hugging him. A sweet sigh flowed out from my dizzy vision and hot cheeks due to lack of breath.
The first kiss I had ever experienced, both in my previous life and in this one, was very shocking. No, the sexual stimulation was so great that I wondered if I should even call this a simple kiss. I even doubted that I was the type to heat up so easily.
It was that intense. No one had ever kissed me so dominantly.
No one had ever given me a kiss that awakened the 'woman' in me, and it was extremely rare to have a ticklish touch as if treating something lovely. I had never been a 'woman' even once, so how could it not be so?
Moreover, it was an unfamiliar experience to be the object of desire as hot as the sun.
But Sir Ayres was awakening all of the above as if it were natural. That's why I couldn't even resist. All I could do was accept it as if I was drunk. Now my heart was aching in a different sense.
"Sir, please, breath... a little breath..."
Shuddering at the intense sensation close to violence, I finally bit his tongue lightly. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but it must have been a stinging sensation enough to bring him to his senses.
Thanks to that, a gap called 'moment' was created, and I pushed his face away with all my might, panting as if I was going to die.
The joy of finally being able to breathe came to me before the shock of being kissed by Sir Ayres. The fact that my lips were glistening with the other person's saliva was not yet enough to feel ashamed.
Michael Ayres looked at me like this and began to read my face, making various expressions in an instant. His emotions, which passed by quite quickly and made me suspect that he was out of his mind, appeared in the order of shock, confusion, fear, terror, and then joy and anxiety.
And when I covered my lips with my palm, he made a frightened expression and lowered his gaze pitifully. The man's shoulders, which were drooping powerlessly downwards, were trembling greatly.
Even so, he didn't take his hand off me. Even though the fingertips touching my cheek were cooling down coldly. What was flowing out through his parted lips was a desperate and powerless plea.
"You said you would give me faith, didn't you? So please don't push me away. You can call me a shameless person, you can get angry and slap me, calling me a beast, but please don't think of this as my own 'faith'."
The fierce beast became a gentle animal again. As if he couldn't hide the lingering feelings from just now, he caressed the back of my hand covering my lips with a touch full of regret, and then, as if nothing had happened, he looked around timidly, making a squeaking sound.
So I felt sorry for him. The man with the prestigious title of Knight of Ice was kneeling in front of me and fidgeting. He was doing things that even the Crown Prince would not have seen many times, so casually to me.
I took even breaths and looked at Sir Ayres. It was me who couldn't overcome a moment's impulse and kissed his cheek, but I was embarrassed because I didn't know that he would do this kind of deep skinship.
I wondered if a first kiss could be such a vivid and intense touch. As if the fresh, sweet, refreshing, and bittersweet kisses that appear in novels were lies, the first kiss I had with the Knight of Ice was an adult's kiss.
But it's so strange.
I gently pressed down on my pounding heart with my hand and thought.
Why am I not angry?
He couldn't hide his eyes dripping with passion, but he was trembling all over as if he couldn't touch it anymore because it was so precious, which was quite pitiful.
If the knight's face had ears, they would have been drooping, and if he had a fluffy tail on his body, it would have been curled up between his legs, trying not to leave even a shadow.
So he was cute. It's not something to say about him, one of the most handsome men in the empire, but I've never felt him so cute as today.
Besides, this man always makes it impossible for me to get angry at him like this. At some point, he acts as he pleases, revealing his hidden nature, but when he is stopped or comes to his senses, he looks around and fidgets as if nothing had happened.
He puts up a defense in advance, acting as if I, who is angry, will become a bad person.
Since when, when I saw his expression like this, I couldn't even think of getting angry and was vaguely passing it over. Like a soft fruit, it was going in and in, and even giving off a sweet scent.
But good heavens.
I swallowed the sigh that seemed about to burst out and stared at him with a dumbfounded expression. As if I had just realized something, like that.
That's because the act of kissing his cheek with the intention of giving faith was already no different from 'permission', so how could I get angry at him?
Therefore, there was no difference between me, who gave the opening, and him, who grabbed it. I was just embarrassed by the unexpected form, but the conclusion had already been reached.
Perhaps that's why the recognition was quick compared to the complicated feelings. There was no more to measure or reason to refuse.
"Okay, faith. Let's do that. No, that's right. So how can I curse or slap you? I just hope you'll be a little considerate. I don't know how to breathe."
So I gave Sir Ayres the answer he wanted, but somehow a smile suddenly flowed out. I was smiling foolishly with my face held in the knight's hands, but strangely, I wasn't embarrassed or ashamed.
It was just like something had burst out like a dam had burst. As if it was okay to do so. So I slowly lowered the hand covering my lips.
Michael Ayres carefully read my face and then lowered his head again and kissed the bridge of my nose finely.
The sound flowing from the other person's lips, 'Ttok,' was so embarrassing that my cheeks turned red, but I smiled again as much as that.
Then the range of his lips moving widened, and it started to get faster and faster. As if he had gained courage from the smile, this beautiful knight was desperately pouring down a rain of kisses again to obtain the token of 'faith'.
Ttok, ttok, ttok.
Once the shackles were released, the old, rusty iron gate was handed over to the Knight of Ice as it was, without ever being refilled. Thus, the small steps that began were becoming more and more intense, as if the initial shyness was a lie.
I reached out and gently grabbed Sir Ayres' firm shoulders. It was a free hand, so I could have pushed him away as much as I wanted, but I couldn't move an inch as if I was caught in an invisible chain, and I received the increasingly intense second kiss.
When his deeply entering tongue intimately swept the inside and induced a moan, I gasped violently and swallowed his desperation. Heat was rushing in between my slowly closing eyelids.
A man who is two or three spans taller than me, a grown man called the Knight of Ice, feels like his courtship is as sweet as honey. Is that why I can't take it off like before? I savored the sweetness he gave me as if I was drunk.
That was enough for now.
