If You Take the Enemy Prince as Your Knight Chapter 133

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Bending over in front of the seated imperial princess, the knight offered her a kiss. The wooden chair creaked several times under the fierce kiss, which held no politeness at all and was filled only with desire.

 

Only after a long while did a gap finally open between their lips. The furrow between her brows, tightened from consciously trying not to make the mistake of opening her eyes, at last relaxed as their gazes met. As they panted, their chests rose and fell more roughly than usual. Her light sky-blue eyes, trebling finely with tension, called for another kiss.

 

Regen pressed his lips to the corner of her eye and trailed them down her cheek and jaw. At the same time, his right hand rubbed her soft earlobe before sweeping down the pulsing line of her nape. The moment he reached to cup her rounded shoulder, his pink, snagged on a ribbon, gave a twitch.

 

Regen drew a deep breath to steady himself. He couldn’t be so shameless as to ravish the princess right here. “Hold on to my neck.”

 

Even with his voice lowered by arousal, Sasha sweetly wrapped her arms around him. Regen carefully gathered her up so she wouldn’t be startled. As her feet left the floor, her grip on him tightened.

 

Feeling his heart pound as if it might burst, Regen strode quickly to the bed. He set Sasha down with care in the center of the white sheets, then perched on the edge. When she turned her head slightly in embarrassment, he seized the chance and took her earlobe into his mouth as if he’d been waiting for it.

 

“Re-Regen. Ah.”

 

Pretending not to hear, Regen devotedly worked his tongue while his hand tugged at the shawl draped over her arm. Like stripping away her wings, he flung the fabric far aside, letting it flutter down to the floor. When he stroked the bare, fair skin of her exposed arm, she seemed to like the warmth and pressed her body closer to his. Supporting her back, he gently eased her upper body down. Before long, Regen’s shadow fell across Sasha’s body.

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

For a brief moment, their tangled gazes were filled with mutual longing. As if in worship, Regen lowered his head toward the woman lying beneath him and buried his lips in the nape of her neck. His thumb swept horizontally over her collarbone, pressing lightly, and he kissed the most prominent point. His lips then followed the exact path his finger had traced, heading for her rounded shoulder. Baring his teeth, he caught the tail of the ribbon between them.

 

Feeling her flinch beneath him, Regen lifted his head and looked at Sasha. Meeting the eyes of the woman whose lashes were trembling, he undid one shoulder strap. As the dress slipped down, now barely managing to cover only half of her, a body so beautiful was revealed that one might think going blind was a fair price for daring to look upon it. Regen, breath forgotten, drank in the sight of her as if spellbound.

 

Flustered by the intensity of his gaze, Sasha drew in a breath, and her soft flesh swelled up proudly for him to see. For Regen, it was as good as a deliberate provocation. His hot hand closed over the part of her still hidden by cloth. Before she even had time to be startled, he took the opposite, bared side into his mouth. It rolled wetly over his tongue.

 

“Ah, ah…!”

 

Receiving kisses somewhere other than her lips left Sasha at a complete loss. The hot mouth that swallowed her as if to bite, and the tickling sensation of his silver hair brushing over her skin, swept her away until she could think of nothing else. He untied the remaining ribbon and stripped away the bothersome scraps of fabric entirely.

 

“Regen…”

 

When he stroked up along her slender, trembling bare waist, a rapturous sensation coiled around his palm. He wasn’t putting any strength into his touch at all, yet the veins on the back of his firm hand stood out. It felt as if, with the slightest wrong pressure, someone as soft as she was might crumble to pieces in his grasp.

 

As she curled in on herself in embarrassment, he coaxed and soothed her with his lips, his hand roaming in slow, lingering strokes. Heat gathered in her body, flushing her a delicate pink. Under his mouth and hands, every inch of her grew exquisitely sensitive.

 

“Mmm.”

 

When her clear little gasp turned sweet, he eased her legs apart and settled between them. After planting ceaseless kisses along her thighs, Regen carefully set his fingertips against her. At the faint teasing touch, she twisted her waist and, burying her face in the pillow, trembled in a series of lovely movements.

 

“Ah…”

 

Without realizing it, she lightly trapped him between her legs. Seeing her aroused and unconsciously opening herself, Regen felt his eyes flicker with raw desire. With a desperate hand, he tore his clothes off as if ripping them apart. When his splendid body was laid bare, Sasha’s breath caught for a moment.

 

“Sasha.”

 

“Re-Regen.”

 

His torso, muscles pulsing as if pleased by her gaze, was still a work of art. Regen gently took Sasha’s wrists and guided her hands to roam over his body as if caressing it. From his roughly throbbing nape, across his broad chest, down to the hard ridges of his abs, the rugged lines flexed proudly beneath her palms.

 

“You said I was handsome before.”

 

“…”

 

Before she knew it, her hands had been led down to his thick, sharply defined hip bones. It was a beautiful body, one that made her want him so badly she unconsciously tightened her grip. But anything below those hip bones couldn’t be called pretty, not even as a joke.

 

“Re-Regent… it’s too.”

 

“You have to appreciate it.”

 

“…”

 

His low, seductive whisper bewitched her. Nothing else mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was that it was his. She gave a small nod and squeezed her eyes shut. Because of that, she didn’t see the savage desire that flashed across Regen’s eyes for a brief instant.

 

“Ah…!”

 

With one hand clamped firmly around her pelvis, he pressed himself tight against her. He parted her shallowly with his fully hardened length, then sank his weight down. The blissful, crushing sensation made Regen grit his teeth. Barely holding on to his sanity, he checked Sasha’s face.

 

Sasha’s whole body was flushed, and he had melted her open with enough wetness. But a woman’s first time could only be painful. His heart clenched at the tears beading at the corners of her eyes. Swearing that this would be the first and last day in his life he ever hurt the princess, Regen brushed her tears away with his fingertips.

 

“Does it hurt a lot?”

 

“I, no… not, really…”

 

“It does hurt.”

 

She hastily flung her arms around his neck and held on tight. “No. Don’t pull out.”

 

“…”

 

“I-It feels like it’ll be okay soon.”

 

She didn’t want to lose the tight, heavy sense of fullness inside her. It was the feeling that she possessed him.

 

The veins on Regen’s hands and forearms, braced against the sheets, writhed. To keep from devouring this maddeningly lovable princess to his heart’s content, he had clearly trained his patience for a long time. Still joined with her, he stroked the places he knew she liked. His reddened tongue never stopped moving. Only after the wet sounds of his sucking had echoed over and over across her body did her expression finally ease.

 

“Now, mm, it’s fine…”

 

Regen began to move, slow and unhurried. Beads of sweat dripped from his chiseled jaw. More than anything, holding back the urge to go wild was the hardest part.

 

“Regen, I…”

 

“…”

 

“You can be a little more, tighter… no, harder…”

 

A sweet blessing fell upon his desire. He took her so fiercely that her clumsy attempts to move with him became meaningless. The bed sheets were crushed into a wild tangle. As her insides were ground and reshaped, the princess’s eyes went hazy, and the sight stripped him of his reason completely. Regen knew he was panting like a beast defiling a goddess, but he couldn’t stop his hips from driving into her, fierce and greedy. In contrast, she made only the loveliest sounds, as if playing some heavenly instrument.

 

“Regen, Regen…”

 

To his crazed ears, even the way she called his name sounded like a plea.

 

When the room had grown thick with heat and dampness, Regen, bracing himself on his forearms, buried himself in her as deeply as he could, lost in rapture. As he let out a long, shuddering breath, the corners of his eyes, twisted tight, finally smoothed. At that same moment, Sasha, guided by instinct, pulled him into her arms. Throwing her head back and trembling in fine shivers, she accepted all of him.

 

Regen gathered Sasha’s upper body up and crushed her to his chest. While he nibbled at the nape of her neck, drinking in her scent, Sasha’s fingers dug into his silvery hair. Their breathing had calmed somewhat.

 

“Sasha.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Am I too hard on you?”

 

“No.”

 

She pressed her body against his. Lost in desire, they joined their bodies again and again. Only when dawn came were the two of them finally able to fall asleep, wrapped in each other’s warmth.