Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Lanceil’s lips were as sweet as chocolate. Every time he nibbled Agatha’s lips, there was a sweet taste lingering at the tip of her tongue.

“Ahhh… Hmmm.”

And did she expect him to be this wild when it comes to kissing?

It began with a soft nibbling, sandwiching her upper lips and lower lip alternately as if she was tasting a pudding that might break if he recklessly bites them. Yet seconds passed, and he was pinning her to the wall, pressing his firm body as hard as a rock, and holding her hands on the side of her head.

Agatha had a dream of kissing her boss. In her wild fantasy, she and Lanceil were kissing wildly, touching each other while following the hungry urges of their bodies. She expected it to be this hot, sticky, and wild. And yet, she realized that fantasy was far from reality.

It’s more than the word ‘wild.’

It was way more luscious and nerve-wracking. She felt like her whole body was struggling from a magnitude 7.6 earthquake, and she was only the victim.

“Ahhh…” a rough roar growled inside her throat.

Agatha tried to hold her breath as she was embarrassed that such a languid tone came out suddenly. She was so scared of how Lanceil would react to this since she does not want to appear like a provocative woman, even if she experienced a lot before.

She’s still a virgin, though. But Brett taught her a lot that her thoughts were filled with malicious things.

“Hmmmmm,” another moan she failed to suppress.

That trembling voice was stimulant to Lanceil. His burning heart, which was trained to control his urge to touch her, to claim her and to conquer her, was set on fire.

He wanted to hear more of these sounds. Thus, Lanceil promised he’d do a better job of making her feel good.

Lanceil grabbed her waist, pulled her close to his, and sucked her lower lip until it got swollen. He tilted his head, and in the process, their noses bumped into each other. He took a deep breath and then let his tongue enter her mouth.

She gasped when she felt a warm, wet, and firm meat filling the center of her mouth.

It felt so good, she almost couldn’t bear it when his tongue slipped inside, licking her deeply.

“Ahh, hmmm…”

She let out another moan, enjoying the pleasure as Lanceil kissed her. It’s not been long since she forgot the embarrassment she felt before, only to think about the delight he would give her in the future.

With her eyes closed, her other senses were heightened. She could hear the slightest sound of his heavy breaths in the middle of their kiss and shuddered at the slightest touch. With these enhanced senses, Agatha slowly mimicked Lanceil’s movements.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pushed his tongue and entered his mouth as if she was saying: Now it’s my turn.

Lanceil let out a guttural moan. “Hmmm.”

The corner of his lips tugged upward, showing how delighted he was that Agatha was a good kisser.

He bent down even more, to meet her deep kiss and to intertwine their tongues together.

In the silent space, there was no other sound to be heard but the noise of their lips, tongues, their heavy breaths, and the rustling of fabric.

‘Rustling of the fabric?’ Agatha wondered.

It was then that she partly opened her eyes and found Lanceil's other hand unbuttoning her dress.

Lanceil pulled back, and he didn’t hide that sullen expression, showing contempt against the dress that was covering her body. Using that madness as his excuse, he continued to unbutton the dress, and he went to work by kissing her again.

Like a thief, he made it possible for Agatha to feel intoxicated with his deep kiss so she won’t think of running away or stopping him. But at the third button, the two heard the unlocked sounds of the door.

Click.

They opened their eyes and parted, and saliva was stretching like mozzarella cheese in a pizza.

Then they both looked in the direction of the main entrance. There’s only one person who might have entered the condominium.

It is Lanceil’s younger brother, Vincent.

Agatha panicked inwardly.

She could not bear to get caught like this. So, she pushed Lanceil away and was about to move back. But Lanceil was quick to catch her wrist.

“Follow me inside.”

Lanceil entered his office with Agatha and locked the door.

It was too fast.

Agatha wasn’t sure how it became possible to move at that quick speed. But later, she thought it could be because of their adrenaline.

Holding hands, Agatha and Lanceil looked at each other in the solemn place. He pinned her back against the wall near the door, and they stayed immovable in that position without saying anything.

Hearing footsteps from outside the office, they both stared in the direction of the door.

“Is there no one here?” Vincent murmured while staring around the place.

He almost believed it was really the case but changed his mind after he saw the luggage on the sofa.

‘Agatha is back,’ he figured.

He checked the kitchen, and the living room, and then stood in front of Agatha’s room.

A frown marred on his face.

‘Where is she?’

His sharp eyes turned to his older brother’s office. The lights were on, he guessed that his brother was inside. From Agatha’s room, Vincent walked towards Lanceil’s office.

Tak. Tak. Tak.

With every step he makes, Agatha’s heart pounds hard inside her chest.

Lanceil could feel the beat of her heart as they were standing face to face. That’s when Lanceil noticed that he’s been pressing his chest firmly at her large bre*st. Bowing his head, he saw the result of unbuttoning her dress up to the second button.

From above, he could see the image of her cleavage being pressed by his body. It was such an alluring sight that stole his sanity for a moment.

Heuk.

He gulped his dry saliva.

“Brother?”

If not for Vincent’s voice, Lanceil was so sure he might have touched her already and felt her softness with his palm.

“Y-Yes?” Lanceil replied with a stutter.

Agatha looked up and saw the redness on Lanceil’s face. Like a contagious disease, his redness spread from the back of his nape and to the tip of his ears.

Lanceil always appears like an eccentric guy, so seeing him look so embarrassed, Agatha found him very cute.

If only she could read his mind at this time, she would never consider him as a cute one.

“Are you working?” Vincent asked from the outside.

Typically, Lanceil hates it when someone disturbs him in the middle of his work. That is why Vincent did not open the door unless Lanceil asked him to come.

“I… am working,” Lanceil answered at a slow pace.

Agatha could not believe that Lanceil could give a lie with a straight face, as if he was telling the truth. However, for Lanceil, he did not utter any lies when he said that he was working.

‘I am really working hard to control myself,’ he defended.

“I see,” Vincent murmured. “Ahhh, where is your ugly maid?”

Agatha frowned at the term Vincent used.

“I saw her luggage on the sofa. Did she come back from her field trip?”

Lanceil glanced down at the woman in front of her. Then he replied, “Yes. She came back. But she went out to buy something.”

Agatha lifted her head and met his burning gaze. The reason why Lanceil pulled her inside instead of moving away from her, Agatha realized just now.

Lanceil wanted to continue what they were doing before.

Agatha dropped her head and avoided his gaze. It was as if she got caught in the trap where she wanted to stay and be eaten. She felt very weird as she clutched the hemline of her skirt.

“Really? Darn it. I was going to ask her to cook something for me,” Vincent mumbled. “Brother! If you see her back, tell her to cook dinner, okay?”

Lanceil, who didn’t take his eyes off his maid, answered, “I will try.”

Footsteps faltered. Vincent went away and walked back to his room.

“H-He looks hungry,” Agatha said, looking downward. “It’s my job to serve you. I will go and cook quickly.”

She tried to flee, but Lanceil pinned her back to the wall and looked into her eyes.

Agatha’s eyes quivered, and she gulped.

“It was me who hired you,” Lanceil said. “And I am hungry too. Don’t you think you should serve me first?”

Agatha looked up and caught his eyes which saw nothing but only her.

“What do you want me to cook?”

“You.”

“Huh?”

“You will be my dinner, silly.”

Lanceil leaned closer, tilting his head to go for another kiss. It was ceased by Agatha’s hand intervening between their mouths.

He moved away, traced the hand and looked back at Agatha.

Although she displayed refusal, her cheeks were all red.

“Why did you… kiss me?”

Things happened so fast.

Agatha confessed her feelings and Lanceil kissed her.

‘I need to know his answer first,’ Agatha thought.

She needed to make sure that Lanceil feels the same way. With that, then she’d kill two birds with one stone.

“Do I really need to put it in words after I kissed you like that?” he asked with a voice that could melt her system.

“Yes. Please, Sir,” Agatha begged.

‘Damn,’ Lanceil cursed inwardly. He felt something thump inside of him and he knew it was his patience. If she suddenly attacked him with her begging tone, Lanceil does not know what he will do next.

Nope.

He knew what he was about to do. Lanceil was just worried it would scare Agatha.

“Sir, please tell me the reason,” Agatha pleaded while staring at him with her rounded big eyes.

Looking at her eyes, Lanceil saw the moonlight that would strengthen the lust of a wolf like him. Not only that, she was standing in front of him with long black jet hair, an unbuttoned dress and red lips which were swollen from his bites.

Groaning, Lanceil licked the corner of his lips. He placed his hands beside her head, locking her between his arms. Then he bent down and put his lips near to her ear.

“I like you too.”

Fireworks exploded inside her heart. Agatha was so jubilant that she did not notice the warning she received from Lanceil’s husky voice.

“But actions speak louder than words,” Lanceil said, “That’s why I kissed you.”

By the time tilted her head, Lanceil kissed her as if he had been expecting it, exploring every crook of her mouth.

“Hmmm,” Agatha moaned.

She was flustered, her legs shaking, Every time he opens his mouth to suck her tongue and to graze her teeth, she felt that her body was going to explode from pleasure so extreme.

It was just a kiss. But she could not find any words to describe how drawn she was to him until Lanceil pulled his lips and pecked on her chin.

Goosebumps appeared.

Agatha parted her lips, thinking that Lanceil would only kiss her chin for a moment and then go back to her lips again. However,…

“Ahhh…” she gasped; eyes wide open when she suddenly felt the hot breath on her neck.

While her mind was dazed as Lanceil kissed her flesh, one of his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her lower body against his.

‘Something hard.’

She felt a lump pressing between her thighs and she’s not dumb to ignore what it is. Because she had seen this before, and god, she knew how big it was.

“Ahhhh,” she moaned when Lanceil bit her neck, leaving a mark on her white skin.

Her mind became a mess. It felt as if the world she had known had shattered to pieces and a new one born as she realized it.

“Agatha, Agatha, Agatha…” Lanceil let out a low grunt while kissing her neck, up to her jaw.

“Y-Yes, Sir,” she trembled, heaving sharp breaths.

“Why do you keep on calling me ‘Sir’?” he panted, succeeding to unbutton one more button of her dress.

“B-Because you are my… hmmm…”

Her words stuck inside her throat as Lanceil licked her exposed shoulder. In physical appearance, Lanceil looks like a handsome brown cat. But now, he also acts like one.

“Lanceil,” he murmured while the tip of his tongue traced her collarbone down to her cleavage.

“H-Hmmm?” Barely pulling her eyelids upwards that suddenly felt so heavy, Agatha held his hair and bit her lower lip.

“Call me Lanceil,” he whispered in a husky tone before he made another mark on her bust.

“Ahhh,” she screamed in a low tone. “L-Lanceil…”

A smirk formed on Lanceil’s lips, before he lifted her thighs and put her legs around his waist.