Killing Your Sweet Breath - Chapter 21
Chapter 11.1
Only then did Winter realize that his hand was gripping hers with unnecessary force.
“What exactly did he say to you?”
Van asked bluntly. It was obvious he saw no need to hide the reason for his visit.
“Why are you acting so childish? Does the fact that he visited upset you that much?”
Winter accused him softly, not shaking off his hand. Ian was a knight of Helgram. He hadn’t come secretly; he’d visited her through a maid, which was a perfectly natural occurrence.
Van had no excuse to suddenly barge in and act angry about the situation.
Of course, that was unless he’d overheard their conversation, which was unlikely since nobody else was in the room.
Winter briefly considered that the Helgram ring might actually have a spying function, but then she shook her head.
Van had explicitly said it didn’t. He might hide the truth, but he wasn’t the type to lie.
Even if he had become skilled at lying over the years, it didn’t add up. If he had heard Ian’s suggestion to leave, he wouldn’t need to ask; he would’ve confronted Winter directly.
“I don’t want you to be swayed.”
“I don’t understand what you mean. I have no reason to be swayed.”
He stepped closer and brought his head down to rest on her shoulder. Unlike his cold hands, his forehead was still hot.
Naturally, it would be strange if he didn’t have a fever after sustaining a large gash that required stitches.
“Winter, why do you seem more uncertain when you’re with him than when you’re with me?”
Normally, Winter would’ve pushed him away, but for some reason, she couldn’t budge now.
It wasn’t because he was wounded, nor because he had caught her talking to Ian.
The confusion stemmed from his expression and movements, which could be interpreted as either anger or anguish, making it impossible for Winter to move.
His long lashes trembled uncontrollably, betraying the steadiness of his gaze, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged as though he were gripping her tightly out of sheer anxiety.
“Is he the one swaying you, or are you allowing yourself to be swayed?”
Van murmured as he leaned on Winter, almost as if he were talking to himself.
With what Winter had observed of him so far, Van alternated between looking detached from everything in the world, showing fragments of the kind person he once was, and displaying the cold and ruthless demeanor of a madman consumed by revenge.
But the Van she saw now didn’t display any of these familiar expressions.
She didn’t need to look at him to know.
Nonetheless, he slowly lifted his head, and the expression on Van’s face looked exactly as she had expected.
A man broken by a profound sense of loss, unable to distinguish between anger and sadness, unable to separate obsession from affection.
His hot breath warmed the curve of her neck, and his sharp teeth slowly sank into her soft skin, causing goosebumps to travel down the expanse of her pale back.
“I won’t let you be taken from me.”
Then his hot, strong body pushed against Winter’s, pressing her into the mattress.
“Ever.”
His gentle voice didn’t align with his firm tone. Without realizing it, Winter had brought her hand up to his face and cupped his cheek.
He nuzzled his cheek against her hand while slowly undoing the knot of her robe.
Every time his cold fingers came in contact with her sensitive skin, a soft moan escaped her lips.
The cold air gradually warmed from the heat radiating off of their bodies, and their touching skin began to feel sticky with sweat.
“Haa… Should I consider this part of the contract as well?”
Winter breathed, slowly exhaling as he bit into the flesh of her exposed breast.
Van paused for a moment before the corners of his mouth lifted and he replied,
“No, think of this as comfort. Like two pitiful beasts licking each other’s wounds.”
As if to prove his point, Van showed Winter exactly how he planned on devouring every single part of her.
He moved gently but with passion, his hands trailing down the length of her body as he stripped her from head to toe.
The sensations currently overwhelming Winter felt so intense that she wondered if she could even call this destructive act “comfort.”
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
No hesitancy could be detected in his tender voice as it cut through their eager and ragged breaths.
Winter remained silent, unable to respond as she bit her lower lip, barely suppressing a moan in her throat.
Her reaction seemed to please him, and Van smiled as he caressed Winter’s skin between the bed and her back.
His lips skimmed over her soft, pale breasts, while his hands firmly gripped her slender waist.
As if declaring he wouldn’t let her escape.
“Ha, this feels like you’re only comforting me.”
Winter’s words made Van’s eyes crinkle as he huffed out a laugh.
“Haha. Don’t worry, Winter.”
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