“Why are you acting like that?”
The man — covering his mouth with his hand, laughing to himself — called out to Eve like an official checking identification.
“Mrs. Fairchild?”
“Yes — I’m Evelyn Fairchild. Is something wrong?”
At Eve’s answer — having guessed his intention — Ethan squeezed his eyes shut as if going mad, then suddenly scooped her up in his arms and spun her around. Even pumped his fists like a champion who’d just won a victory.
He’s as happy as if he’d gained the whole world — just by gaining me.
Wait. I still have so much more to give you.
Eve loved this man so much — she wanted to give him everything she could. Even her family.
In that moment — Eve understood. This was true love.
Her desire to “possess” Ethan had imperceptibly transformed into devotion — into the desire to give him everything. This perfect unity — where his happiness became her happiness — was love.
The lovers — now spouses — walked hand in hand down the village road.
Every villager they passed showered the foreign newlyweds with congratulations and blessings. They seemed curious about what had brought them to such a remote place to get married — but the couple didn’t give them time to ask questions and immediately returned to their little nest.
The landlords must have gone to work — only chickens pecked at the grass in the yard. The dog — tasked with protecting the chickens from predators — currently dozing lazily in the shade — glanced at them and closed his eyes again.
Click.
Ethan unlocked the ground floor door — but didn’t open it.
“Ah!”
Because first — he had to lift his bride into his arms. He’d always laughed at the superstition that on the wedding day — the groom must carry the bride over the threshold to avoid misfortune and attract good luck.
But people — when desperate — cling even to superstition. And if the bride was Eve — he’d carry her over the threshold every day if he could.
Holding his laughing bride — who’d wrapped her arms around his neck — Ethan headed straight to the bedroom from mid-afternoon. Since the escape, the days had already felt short — but tonight was taking far too long to arrive.
They sat on the edge of the bed — silently looking at each other. Thus began a shy silence. If it weren’t for the rustle of wind caressing the leaves outside the curtains — you’d think time had stopped.
Eve — undoubtedly maintaining a casual smile — couldn’t hide her tension. Ethan reached for her cheeks — redder than usual. His hand — stroking her skin — slowly slid into the black hair beneath the veil. This was their private signal for a kiss.
Ethan tilted his head. Their breaths — mingling before their lips — trembled. Soon the silence was filled with the sound of pressed flesh and rapid breathing. The kiss — solemn as an oath — ended, and their lips slowly parted.
Now it was time to undress the bride. Ethan was flustered and excited — like a child who didn’t know where to start with a fruit he’d never seen before. After thinking — he leaned down and first took hold of Eve’s ankle.
“The veil.”
“Ah.”
He couldn’t ruin something borrowed. Only after removing the veil and carefully hanging it on a hanger — did he begin removing the rest.
The white chiffon dress Eve wore today was worthy of an aristocratic lady. That meant — the buttons were in the back — and it couldn’t be put on or taken off alone. Ethan undid with his own hands what he’d fastened on her with his own hands.
Why do women wear so many things?
One layer — another. He kept taking things off. When only her underwear remained — he thought it was no different from the swimsuit he’d grown used to seeing lately. But he didn’t know anything — anything at all.
The thin white silk didn’t so much hide — as delicately reveal — the colors and curves beneath it. When he removed that too — his breathing became more erratic than when he’d jumped off a dizzying cliff. Eve — who’d been laughing the whole time Ethan undressed her — stopped laughing at that moment.
Soon — Ethan couldn’t think of anything anymore. Before him lay Eve’s completely naked — perfect — body. The only thing covering it — was the shyness peeking through her self-assured smile. Even this uncharacteristic modesty was beautiful.
No wonder Eve had such a refined sense of beauty. She must have spent her whole life looking in the mirror at a perfect subject.
Her milky-white skin looked like it might melt at any moment. The man’s gaze — sliding over her body — was so hot. Eve bit her lip — all the saliva instantly evaporated from it. She couldn’t help feeling shy standing naked like this — alone. She unconsciously crossed her legs — instantly hiding her most secret place.
“Heh…”
Ethan — as if realizing the woman before him wasn’t an illusion — lunged forward and squeezed Eve in his arms. His lips immediately latched onto her collarbone — his hands greedily squeezing and exploring her breasts — then in an instant dropping to her buttocks.
A moment ago — he’d been looking at Eve with a bewildered expression — like a dinner too lavish and abundant to know where to start. Had he decided to eat it all at once? Ethan — as if starving his whole life — sank his mouth into every part of Eve’s body.
“Ah — that’s strange — ah…”
These sensations were as unfamiliar as the moans escaping against her will. Everywhere Ethan touched — sparks flew — and after his touch — her whole body ached with fever. Even between her thighs — where he hadn’t touched — throbbed like a burn.
The man — acting possessed — suddenly released her reddened, swollen nipple and muttered softly:
“Insane.”
He’d thought he knew enough about sex. Even though he’d never had it — he was convinced he’d handle it skillfully. But the moment he held the naked body of the woman he’d only dreamed of — his mind went black — and he forgot what to do and how to do it.
He only felt that something unknown inside him was about to explode.
Squeezing her soft flesh — Ethan couldn’t suppress a groan. Did such sensations even exist in the world? Stroking her pearl-smooth skin — he even felt guilty. Did he have the right to touch something so precious? Even if he’d hit the jackpot and held in his hands money he’d never see in his lifetime — he wouldn’t feel like this.
Ethan kissed her entire body — as if worshiping a deity named Eve. Lower — lower — until he hit the barrier of her tightly pressed thighs. He looked at the plump shadow — then slipped his hand inside. Her thighs — thinner than his forearm — had no strength at all — and yielded easily. Even though she didn’t uncross her legs — there was enough space. He squeezed and stroked her most secret flesh — finally in his hands.
“Spread them.”
Eve breathed heavily. Not because he dared make such a vulgar request to a lady. But because her moans — falling from lips as red as her eyelids — were too arousing.
The most sensual thing wasn’t removing clothes and showing nakedness. It was discarding reason — and exposing desire.
Eve leaned back. He thought it was a refusal — but she climbed onto the bed herself and sat down — leaning back. Her knees bent — her tightly closed legs slowly opened. It was permission.
The moment the light filtering through the curtains fell between her legs — Ethan cursed inwardly.
Damn it. What’s so disgusting about this?
Where Eve’s vulva should have been — a bright and elegant flower bloomed in full splendor. She’d spent her whole life seeing only perfectly beautiful things — so no wonder his crude organ had looked disgusting to her.
Ethan reached out — sliding from her plump milky-white mound to the soft pink flesh inside. Dew had already wet his fingers. He spread the milky flesh apart — and gently pushed up the inner flesh — which felt like the inside of Eve’s cheek. A crimson bead of flesh appeared. The moment he saw the protrusion he’d only ever felt before — Ethan’s breathing became ragged.
“Ha—ah…”
He showered Eve with kisses. The woman — unable to bear his weight — fell onto her back. Ethan immediately grabbed her thin thighs with both hands — spread them — and buried his face between them.
“I’ve heard it hurts for women the first time — so I need to relax you.”
These words were half true — and half an excuse. Meeting her eyes over her mound and breasts — he extended the tip of his tongue and licked up the tight protrusion emerging from her flesh.
“Ah!”
The woman — who’d been closely watching what Ethan was about to do — cried out in surprise and jerked her hips. He thought she was scared and resisting — but from her words — she didn’t seem to dislike it.
“Where did you learn to do that?”
“Probably the same place you learned to masturbate.”
School. What skills do you think a bunch of energetic boys honed there? Chivalry? Don’t make me laugh.
But no one had taught him that when giving a woman pleasure — you couldn’t hold her by the thighs. Learning from experience — he grabbed her tightly by the waist — not letting her escape — and licked, bit, sucked, and circled the bud of pleasure that Eve — by her own admission — stimulated while thinking of him.
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