How Lilies turn Black Chapter 96 - Downfall (5)
She couldn’t possibly refuse the substance of the emotion she faced so suddenly, without any preparation.
The reality her mind couldn’t comprehend tumbled down into a distant abyss, and from a certain point on, she could no longer control her body and was sharing a thick saliva with him.
“Mmm…”
Liliana frowned, her lightly closed eyes trembling.
When his tongue rushed in unhindered, then suddenly and deliberately licked only her lips, the heat spread all the way to the top of her head.
She tried to dismiss it as just the humid, stifling moisture inside the car, but somewhere deep inside, a strange, aching yearning burned.
It would have been better if he had just pushed forward with a harsh intensity from start to finish.
Theodoro slowly swept his thick tongue over the inside and outside of her lips. Then, he softly entwined his tongue again, spreading an intense heat, melting her frozen self.
It didn’t feel like it to him—she had known until now.
With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see his face, and at some point, Liliana even forgot that the one making her burn was Theodoro.
She was merely swept up in the impulse, willing to stay awake all night, drenched in the surging swamp of saliva.
But at some moment, their connected lips parted, and the dreamlike time scattered faintly.
On the skin from which the warmth had vanished, the heat receded one layer, and a sense of emptiness abruptly surfaced.
Just as Liliana, who had been swimming in her dream, was pushing her drowsy eyelids open.
“Just tell me to get lost. Then I’ll get lost.”
At the merciless voice, the reality that had felt so distant abruptly returned before her.
And without a moment to compose herself, her eyes found their focus.
‘Ahh.’
Her heart sank. Liliana wanted to close her eyes again and erase everything.
The things she never wanted to see.
A man was on top of her, wearing the mask of an enemy.
Under the pale moonlight, his glistening lips and a long, silvery strand of unknown origin.
Perhaps it was Liliana’s saliva. Her clouded eyes lost their way and shook back and forth.
What on earth was I doing? Surely I wasn’t bewitched by that man’s kiss…
But before her thoughts could continue, an unfamiliar sensation assaulted her.
“Hng!”
Theodoro’s tongue slid down and licked up the area below her ear.
A shiver struck her head and spread tingling throughout; without realizing it, Liliana embraced his back and dug in her nails.
The nails digging through the thin fabric should have been painful, but Theodoro seemed satisfied with the very fact of her reactive embrace—a strange vibration could be felt from his body against hers.
He let out a soft laugh and pulled Liliana’s waist tightly against him.
No space remained between them.
She had been reduced to easy prey, and Theodoro, pressing close, rolled his tongue over the thin flesh of her earlobe and whispered.
“Hurry.”
His scorching breath seemed to burn her eardrums, sending a cold shiver down her spine.
Liliana furrowed her smooth brow and shrank back.
Dizzying sensations ceaselessly churned in her head—how could she possibly form words?
It was unfortunate for her, but Theodoro possessed no such leniency to consider her circumstances.
His thinking was purely instinctual—if an answer didn’t come immediately, he would simply continue. He reached out and brushed aside a few strands of hair clinging to her pale neck.
Wherever his touch landed, and where the hair was swept away, a peculiar itchiness bloomed.
A faint but undeniable, shallow stimulation.
As the fine hairs on her sensitized skin stood on end, his soft tongue descended as if it had been waiting.
“Ngh…”
Liliana’s long white eyelashes trembled faintly.
She clenched her molars tightly, but her mind was growing distant, and she had no strength left to hold onto the fading image of her enemy.
As if he knew that subtlety could drive a person even more insane.
The long journey that began from the deep hollow of her collarbone continued very slowly, languidly.
Theodoro trailed his heated breath along her neckline, licking her skin upward, wholly devoted to his actions.
Under his leisurely, unhurried caresses, Liliana soon began to burn with impatience.
By the time his lips covered hers, and he nibbled gently near her ear, she had reached a point where she could no longer hold back the moans threatening to burst through her teeth.
‘Ah… no…’
This can’t happen. She couldn’t surrender to mere desire.
There was still such a long way to go—she couldn’t let herself be trapped in the mire just because she couldn’t overcome this lust.
Liliana pushed against his shoulders with effort and widened her eyes.
But the resolve she had mustered crumbled in barely a few seconds.
“Ahhk…!”
Theodoro’s hand slid up the curve of her waist and seized her breast.
The stimulation, incomparable to before, made Liliana throw her head back and release a gasp.
The soft, rounded flesh was crushed in his large hand, then gently soothed.
The cocktail party dress, utterly lacking any function of warmth, was so thin that his touch and body heat came through unmistakably.
Touching her breast meant he was stepping into forbidden territory. She wasn’t unaware of that. Perhaps there was no turning back now.
But the swelling, spreading pleasure reached out countless sensual hands toward her hazy mind, didn’t it?
If she waited just a little longer, a world of ecstatic sensation would open before her.
Yes, an endlessly infinite world of bliss.
Why did the slow, languid hands kneading her chest have to stop at such a frustrating level of stimulation…?
Instead of pushing him away, she kept surrendering her body to his touch.
Just as she was letting out continuous, heated moans, her dress, and undergarments covering her chest suddenly slipped down.
“Ah!”
As the cool air touched her skin, Liliana’s eyes flew open.
Belatedly, she hunched her shoulders in an attempt to cover herself, but she was utterly helpless before the stubborn man.
He grabbed her neck and pressed her down onto the sheets.
As she gasped for air, the full mounds swelled and fell dramatically.
They were pale, translucent breasts, glistening in the moonlight.
Theodoro gazed down at the enticing, prominent pink nipples and then lightly swept his thumb over one.
“Ah! Te… Theo…!”
Her back arched involuntarily, but her neck remained captive, leaving Liliana able to do little more than squirm. He gripped the soft flesh firmly and rubbed the prominent peak again.
“Hah…”
Pleasure spread throughout her entire body, making her toes curl.
With every breath she took, his touch grew bolder.
Theodoro squeezed the pale breast, teasing the small, flushed nub, and toyed with her, pinching it between his fingers.
She couldn’t gather her thoughts at all.
A growing, hot tension coiled deep in her lower abdomen, and the sensation between her increasingly tangled legs felt strangely foreign.
As if they had become damp.
Like an unquenchable thirst, her body craved something more. This wasn’t enough. It wanted stronger stimulation.
‘Ah, no… This shouldn’t be…’
Liliana bit the inside of her lip, clinging to reason. She had to push him away, she thought.
What was I doing?
Was he even someone she should mingle with? What was she doing with someone who deserved to be killed?
But she couldn’t bring herself to voice the thought she knew in her head and refuse him.
Yes, even if it wasn’t rational, her body, at least, wanted him. She had to admit that fact. She wanted to reach some peak that only he could help her attain.
Her beautiful eyes suddenly grew clouded and troubled.
What in the world am I supposed to do?
Her arm, resting on Theodoro’s shoulder, just grew tense. She couldn’t bring herself to push him away, nor to pull him closer.
“Ah, aghh, Theo…”
Even the time spent conflicted and not knowing what to do was painful. But then, a brilliant light pierced through the dark chaos.
“Phew…!”
At her call, Theodoro didn’t hesitate; his lips crashed strongly against hers.
At the same time his hot tongue invaded, he pulled Liliana’s waist close and spread her legs apart.
Unconsciously, she tensed her thighs, but she couldn’t stop his hand from intruding inside her underwear, clinging to her skin.
“Ugh!”
A thick finger parted her slick flesh.
A pleasure so sharp it made her head spin seized her; she gripped Theodoro’s shoulder and convulsed.
This daring intruder gave her no time to adjust.
His middle finger slid flexibly along her damp flesh, then scooped up a generous amount of the fluid trickling from her twitching little hole.
Liliana felt as if her soul were leaving her.
He had seemed so cautious and almost frustratingly hesitant at the very start. But Theodoro was no longer being careful.
The basic preparation was apparently done.
As if unleashing the desire he had held back for so long, he smeared his finger, now wet with her fluid, and rubbed her clitoris.
A tingling sensation spread from the thickly swollen peak, reaching to the top of her head… and the tower of reason she had barely maintained began to crumble completely.
Between shyly parted wings, a hand moves back and forth.
With each movement, a waist squirms, and the lewd, squelching sound of water fills the quiet car.
The world surrounding her, even the cold understanding of interests between them, shattered into pieces.
“Huuuhmm…! Uunhng…”
From between their pressed lips, Lilia’s seductive moan blossomed.
Theodoro pulled his lips away as if he could no longer bear it.
In the moment he gasped for breath, her underwear beneath the dress was stripped away.
“Haa, aahh…”
His lowered eyes captured the disheveled Lilia perfectly.
Unable to even hold her body up properly, she was still struggling to cover the space between her legs.
Theodoro twisted his lips and muttered.
“Lilia.”
His hand headed back towards the thoroughly soaked pubic region.
Even in her dazed state, Lilia, unable to endure the shame, squeezed her legs together with all her might.
“Lilia.”
Theodoro called again, grabbing her left thigh.
Then, using his own leg, he pressed down on her right leg, forcing an opening.
The air touched the fully exposed area, bringing a momentary coolness, but it was brief.
As his fingertips slid up from the vaginal opening to the clitoris, a feverish heat spread as if about to ignite.
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