After I Died, He Died After Me Too - Chapter 39

Chapter 20.1

Dexter scoffed at her attitude.

As she had said, the reason he had opened the door without knocking was because of the sound that had suddenly come from inside the room. The veins in his hand, gripping the wet towel tightly, stood out. It was as if he could sense the thoughts behind the gaze directed at him, and a wave of helplessness washed over him.

“It was urgent.”

He was worried she might die again.

What if she just disappeared? He was afraid of what might happen if she reached her breaking point once more, holding everything in by herself.

“As you said, it seems I was in such a rush that I forgot to knock.”

He then gripped Bianca’s hand firmly and raised it. She seemed completely unaware of how she appeared standing before him.

She clearly hadn’t considered how the thin fabric clung to her bare skin, revealing her figure.

“I hope you can understand my rudeness.”

“Hhm.”

He was annoyed. This woman had relentlessly pushed him down, over and over. He hated how even the smallest things she did made him react, and found himself angry at her.

As he twisted her hand, her pale wrist was revealed.

The delicate skin made the veins clearly visible. Keeping his gaze fixed on her, he pressed his lips to her skin, causing her to flinch as her body trembled.

He pressed his lips gently against her wrist.

Just the simple touch alone stirred his desire. Even with such a small contact, the thought of wanting her consumed his mind. What had she been thinking when she looked at him? Was it because his feelings were so intense? No, it wasn’t about that. With a 98% compatibility, even feelings that hadn’t existed before began to emerge.

Yet Bianca still seemed to have no feelings for him.

Perhaps she was upset because of what he had done to her before? Dexter recalled their previous encounters. It was completely understandable for her to be angry. He knew why she might think poorly of him. His mind understood, but his heart didn’t feel the same way.

He tightened his grip on her wrist.

A slight lift was enough to make her body collapse weakly. She was so thin that her wrist could easily fit in one hand, almost fragile enough to break.

Dexter parted his lips and ran his tongue over her pale skin.

“Clearly, the contract…”

She said, trying to pull her hand away.

Yes, he remembered it well. How could he forget her words about how difficult close contact was for her? Dexter stopped savoring her delicate skin and pulled his lips away. He exhaled sharply, fighting the urge to continue.

“Yeah, you said close contact was difficult. But there are two things we agreed on.”

The next moment, he pressed his lips to her wrist again, slowly licking it. Bianca bit her lip and spoke with a pleading tone.

“Hhng… Y-Your Highness.”

Dexter didn’t pull his lips away, even at her words. Instead, he opened his mouth wider, sucking gently. Her soft skin was drawn into his mouth.

“Hht!“

A soft moan escaped her lips.

He lazily teased the skin with his tongue, and after a while, he finally released it. Even then, he repeated the same action, sucking at the same spot again and again.

He gently teased her wrist with his tongue as if caressing it playfully. Though he wanted to kiss her lips right then and there, he didn’t want to be hated any more than he already was. It would’ve been simple to tell her the truth, but instead, he felt a strange bitterness welling up inside him.

He wanted her to scorn him, to hate him, to resent him even more. He couldn’t help but wonder what her face would look like when she realized things weren’t as she expected. If those eyes couldn’t hold any other emotion, he wanted to imprint those feelings onto them.

“Ah…!”

Dexter watched as Bianca’s expression twisted. Her eyes, filled with contempt from his relentless and perverse actions, showed a clear hostility in their transparent blue depths.

He pulled his lips away, leaving faint marks on her pristine skin.

He had thought that leaving red marks would make him feel a bit better. But instead, the urge to leave more marks surged as the sweet scent lingering at the tip of his nose seemed to fog his mind. Almost in a daze, he parted his lips and bit down on her wrist, trailing up her forearm to the nape of her neck.

“Stop, haht…”

Truthfully, he wanted to ask what kind of dream she had been having that made her sweat so much and suffer like this.

Fearing she might be having another bout of awakening fever, he had come to check on her. When there was no response to his knock, he opened the door and stepped inside, only to find everything falling apart.

“You’re truly consistent.”