Killing Your Sweet Breath - Chapter 22 - 🔞

Chapter 11.2

The rain outside grew heavier, and lightning flashed through the window, making Van’s eyes gleam with a golden hue.

“I intended to receive your comfort soon.”

As he released her waist, the warmth of his body touched a place no one had ever reached before.

Goosebumps rose all over her body, but Winter forced herself to maintain a façade of calmness as she observed his actions.

“Ha, hng!”

Both of her hands flew up to her mouth.

Van’s fingers began to stretch her opening and fill her slowly.

Ever since he kissed her in the carriage, she had vaguely imagined this scenario.

She even suspected something like this might happen when he emphasized being a “normal couple.”

It didn’t feel unpleasant.

Winter was just confused by these intense sensations and Van Helgram’s overwhelming presence, which exceeded her expectations.

“Relax your legs.”

His tone was firm, different from his usual gentleness. Van seemed to be struggling to contain his inner desire.

Perhaps he was also being swept away by the situation, these emotions, these sensations. The possibility brought her a bit of comfort.

She wasn’t the only one exposing personal feelings, despite forming an alliance based on revenge.

Before long, the room was filled with the sound of rain and the wet noises of their bodies.

“Hold onto me if you get scared.”

Scared? Of what—

“Gasp…!”

Before she could fully realize what he meant, a sensation far more intense than before surged up to her lower stomach. For a moment, she felt as if she were drowning, unable to breathe.

Even though it wasn’t painful, her eyes grew wet. If it was painful, she could’ve easily pushed through it.

In the end, Winter had no choice but to do just as Van had said. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hanging on.

Stuck in that position, Winter endured a dizzying experience, one she had never experienced before.

Every time he thrust his body, she felt like she was being ravished with fierce passion.

A deep tremor rocked her lower stomach, and her legs quivered uncontrollably. Her hands gripped him tightly, and her nails sank into his back.

But the hardest part was trying to suppress the sounds that kept escaping her lips.

“Hngh! Ngh, ah!”

Even when she was cut deeply enough to bleed, she never made a sound. But now, her throat was betraying her, releasing unfamiliar noises every time he pounded into her.

The rain turned the air humid, making the places where their bodies met even wetter and slipperier.

As Winter’s vision blurred and she squeezed her eyes shut, his ragged breaths sounded even more arousing against her ears.

These strange sensations shook her entire body, awakening a desire for it to end quickly and a wish for the moment to last forever.

“Haa, Winter.”

Just as she felt her arms go limp, too exhausted to hold onto him any longer—

CRASH!

—lightning struck outside.

Their gazes clashed.

A bolt of lightning jolted her body, more intense than anything Winter had ever experienced.

She bit her lip as hard as she could, but it was futile. A moan slipped from her mouth, and it was as if her heart had been slashed by a sharp sword.

Her lower stomach clenched, and her legs spread weakly, trembling in helplessness.

Winter barely held onto her sanity, locking eyes with Van as he stared down at her.

His unwavering gaze did not shy away from her hideous scars. Instead, he stared straight at them.

At some point, those raw eyes had morphed into Ian’s blue eyes.

She remembered the way he had covered his eyes, unable to face the scars on her body.

Was it really because he couldn’t bear to look at her naked body? No, it must’ve been because of the gruesome scars. They didn’t fit his image of her.

His attitude showed he couldn’t accept a past where he wasn’t present in her life, and the changed person she had become.

Ian always recalled the past when he looked at Winter.

From the moment they reunited, he acted as if they hadn’t spent years apart.

As if she were still the precious flower of Ruhen.

It didn’t matter if countless events had torn apart her body and mind. He still treated her as if she were the same person from the past.

Did he truly not see that this too caused her pain?

Winter quickly erased Ian from her mind.

Instead, she filled her vision with Van Helgram, the man who was here, watching her.

His scar-ridden body was like looking into a mirror.

They were two beasts who had suffered great wounds before their bodies and minds could fully develop. Hence, they would forever be twisted and broken.

Only the two of them, ruined as they were, had the right to lick each other’s wounds.

Translator’s Note: they got me giggling and kicking my feet!!! (ง ื▿ ื)ว