Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Agatha’s POV

“Ahhh,” I gasped after Lanceil pushed me onto the sofa inside his office.

I wasn’t sure how things escalated to this. We only went inside to hide from Vincent. On the back of my head, I knew it wasn’t the case.

When Lanceil kissed me and confessed his feelings, I felt so happy. There was a slight hope that maybe, if I told him about the slave contract I made with Brett, Lanceil can understand me. And having these thoughts, I was ready to surrender my soul.

Lanceil went to my top. He showered kisses on my lips, intertwining our tongues together. My hands reached for the buttons of his shirt and unbuttoned them.

As I finished unbuttoning his shirt, he parted his lips from me and sat up. The well-positioned abs were revealed through the gaps in his shirt.

When I saw the figure, I had no choice but to swallow my saliva.

‘He was doing paperwork every day, but it’s amazing he maintained that kind of body.’

Lanceil tossed his shirt on the floor in a quick speed, as if he’s a hungry beast who needs more food to fill his desire. Then, our eyes met.

Under the light, his eyes were darkly shaded but for me, they were so clear. So bright like a pair of fireballs that will engulf me soon.

Realizing that I was staring too closely, I hurriedly turned her gaze away.

‘Why am I getting shy? I already saw everything when he was bathing?!’

“Why are you turning your head?” Lanceil asked the same question I had in my head.

“…… I got caught,” I gave a vague answer.

“So what? I don’t mind if you look more.”

I looked back at the guy who spoke so gently, unlike the first day we met.

“And I also want to look more of you,” he said, then cast a look on my body. “If you tell me ‘no’, I won’t do anything. But…”

His hands went on the hemline of my dress and gently pulled it upward.

“If you don’t speak after I count three, I’ll take that as ‘yes’.”

Heat rose to my cheeks, as my lower abdomen throbbed in pain.

“One…”

The hemline reached up onto my knees.

“Two.”

It slid passed up to my legs.

“Three.”

And yes, because I said nothing, Lanceil took my dress off, leaving only my brassiere and underwear.

He stopped.

Lanceil observed me from head to toe, a quick glance, that made me shiver down to my spine.

“You know what,” he said before his eyes diverted back to mine, “I need to take a better look.”

Lanceil suddenly spread my legs open, and resisting his touch was futile. I tried to close my legs but before I could, he laid down between my open legs and kissed me hungrily.

He touched my hair, stroked my cheeks, and massaged my shoulder. I was so immersed in the torrent of affection I was receiving.

I could barely hold onto his bare shoulders and feel the firm muscles under the palms of my hands. I ran them along his sturdy collarbones and hard neck, reaching to embrace his body.

“Agatha, Agatha,” in a low voice, he repeated my name over and over. I shuddered every time he called my name.

A strange sensation tingled in my lower abdomen. Something warm and sticky was forming in my region and I unconsciously tried to close my thighs close. But it was futile since Lanceil was occupying the space between, which will make it hard for me to hide my wetness.

Fearing he’ll catch my weakness; I cupped his cheeks so that he wouldn’t ever look beneath us when my core was in pain.

However, Lanceil pulled his lips away from mine and he bent his head to lick my neck.

“Ahhh,” Another languid sound escaped from my lips, and it’s not an exaggeration if I say that I almost drool at the sensation he’s giving.

Lanceil bent more, rubbing his face against the part around my clothed br*ast. Oddly, my n*pples hardened in anticipation. I could feel myself growing wetter, even though he hadn’t touched me there.

“Haaaa, hmmmm,” I groaned, biting my lip, when I noticed what was going on beneath us.

While Lanceil was noisily licking and sucking my soft skin around my clothed bre*st, I felt something hot and hard bumping on my center whenever he moves.

‘He’s rubbing on me…’

As soon as I felt his arousal meeting my wetness, I shuddered and everything inside me ignited.

‘Something will happen between us tonight.’

Drown in ecstasy, I didn’t care anymore. The desire took me over and all I wanted was to feel him in me.

‘But, we don’t have contraceptives.’

I might get pregnant if we continue. With Brett, I didn’t think that much because I knew Brett would not go all the way. But with Lanceil…

Afraid to make such a mistake, I laid my hands on his chest and pushed him away. Stopping all of his movements, Lanceil diverted his gaze to me, and I saw them filled with yearning. It was as if he really wanted to wreck me here until I’ll cry and begged. But instead of feeling fear, I found them very erotic.

“S-Sir S…”

“Lanceil,” he corrected. “Call me Lanceil.”

And him, pleading me to call him in his name, didn’t help. Damn it.

“We don’t have, you know… c-con...”

Condom.

I had to say it, yet it would not come out of my mouth because I was shy. What if he didn’t mean to go all the way and I was only assuming that he would take my v*rginity?

“What?” Lanceil demanded me to continue.

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage as I said, “Con… ahhh~”

My words slurred as Lanceil’s finger brushed on my sweat-dampened thighs and touched my wet underclothes.

My back arched subconsciously.

I really wanted to protest right now but we are not alone in the condominium. If I suddenly shout, Vincent will probably hear us. For that, I covered my mouth and shouted my moan while pressing my lips.

I was flustered, my legs were shaking. Every time his forefinger rubbed my clothed flesh, my hips j*rked, and I could feel the swelling in my region.

“Were you going to say that you are not ready yet?” Lanceil gently bit my earlobe, prompting me softly. “When you’re this wet?”

A long finger set my undies aside, then his th*ck finger pushed inside me.

“Hmmp!” I shouted, pressing my mouth with both of my hands.

I wanted to push him away and to ask him to withdraw his finger from me but… it felt so good!

His finger flexed deftly as it moved inside, stroking slow yet deep, and produced a humiliatingly wet noise that rang in my ears.

Slick. Slick. Slick.

I crawled back, but despite my effort to run away, he pressed my shoulder onto the sofa so I wouldn’t dare to move back.

“Hmmp! Hmmp!” And so, I hopelessly moaned while covering my mouth.

“You also want me, Agatha.”

My body quivered as he pushed into me over and over. My mind was filled with embarrassment and pleasure. Then he licked my ear.

“I am sorry for fooling you, though. I wasn’t as innocent as you thought,” he said before another finger joined the first moving in and out of my opening.

“...!”

It was becoming so hard to endure the movement. The more the wet sound tormented my ears, the more the pleasure increased.

“Hmmp!”

‘It hurts… Just like how I felt when Brett did it, but it feels like heaven.’

“Ahhh…”

The tingling in my belly tightened and my insides were so hot.

“I masturbate every night thinking of you.”

“Ahhh, L-Lanceil.”

A shuddering pleasure wracked my body when his fingers moved faster, harder intensifying.

“I brought my undergarments to the laundry shop because I was afraid that you’d catch my rendezvous fantasy.”

It was so sexy that he was fingering me while confessing the lewd things he did in the past while thinking of me. My core wetted more, and my inner walls tightened around his fingers.

“Aahhh… hmmm… L-Lanceil…”

“This is the real me, Agatha.”

My back arched as all the sensations I felt erupted at the same time, and my lower body tightened.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh….!”

My vision went hazy, and my hips trembled as I reached my climax.

As I shuddered, my muscles cramped, and my eyes suddenly felt so heavy. So, I closed my eyes, while catching my breath as I could no longer feel his finger inside of me. But instead, there’s fluid soaking me down.

When I opened my eyes again, I found his eyes filled with passionate fire as he was admiring my expression and my body that trembled at his touch.

“I am about to go crazy,” he whispered as he unfastened his leather belt.

When he did, my whole system woke up. I looked at his lower body, only to see the bulge in his pants, straining the fabric.

“So, please don’t make me wait any longer, Agatha.”

His pants landed at his knees, and I saw his ferocious hardness pulsing and poking on my belly.