Killing Your Sweet Breath - Chapter 33 - 🔞

Chapter 17.1

“…Shall I comfort you?”

Winter found herself asking before she even realized it.

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Van shot from his seat and strode toward her with urgency.

His intensity made her lean back slightly, her slender arms bracing against the desk behind her as she perched on its edge.

Van leaned in, his presence practically enveloping her.

Resting one hand on the desk, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and growled into her ear.

“I don’t think I can be gentle tonight.”

He was so close that his sharp nose nearly brushed against her ear. Each puff of warm breath against her sensitive skin heightened the unbearable tension in the air, and Winter swallowed hard.

But the words had already been spoken. There was no turning back now—and honestly, she had no desire to.

“Don’t worry about that.”

Winter pressed her lips to the exposed curve of his neck.

A silent signal of consent. The moment she surrendered, Van lifted his head and captured her lips, his eagerness evident in the urgency of his kiss.

Their hot breaths mingled, and their tongues entwined in a way that made it impossible to distinguish where one ended and the other began.

His firm yet soft tongue explored every corner of Winter’s mouth, drawing faint moans from her that he swallowed hungrily.

It wasn’t just the moans. Every time he grazed her gums and delved deeper, Winter felt as though her entire being was being consumed.

But she knew it was too late to ask him to slow down now, so she accepted his rough kisses, her lips trembling.

After what felt like an eternity, their lips finally parted. Winter tried to catch the breath she’d been holding, but instead, she gasped as his lips moved lower, tracing the delicate line of her neck. A shiver of pleasure raced down her spine.

Even without meeting his eyes, she could feel the hunger in his gaze.

“Haa, Van…”

Winter whispered his name, but Van Helgram didn’t respond.

He relentlessly explored Winter’s delicate flesh, determined to take in every bit of comfort she offered.

He trailed his lips down her neck, kissing and sucking along the curve of her collarbone, leaving deep red welts on her skin.

He pulled back, panting, and without an explanation, he swept everything off the desk, and the objects crashed to the floor.

With a firm grip around her waist, Van slowly laid Winter on the now-cleared surface.

The cold, smooth wood felt sensual against her skin through the thin fabric of her robe.

Before she could even catch her breath from the change in position, his cold hands tugged roughly at the robe, pulling it away.

Her shoulders trembled as they were exposed, and her soft, curved breasts were now entirely susceptible to his personal viewing.

The idea of “modesty” felt pointless now.

But whenever her eyes met Van’s intense golden gaze, Winter’s heart raced, and a deep blush spread across her pale skin.

Winter shivered under the weight of his lingering stare. It was as if he were savoring her with his eyes alone.

Even without physical contact, just the way his eyes raked over her made her lower stomach clench with need.

She bit her lower lip and looked away.

In that instant—

“Gasp!”

The brief gentleness with which he had laid her down vanished, and the raw, primal side of him returned.

Van suddenly took her breast into his mouth, his movements frantic and hungry.

Every nerve in her body stood on edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her lips dry from the effort. But while Winter’s mouth felt parched, her body was slowly growing wetter.

His lips traveled down her body, starting from her chest, moving down her waist, and tracing the path of her lower stomach, leaving a slick trail of saliva.

Finally, he reached her most intimate area.

“Van, not—there…!”

Winter cried out, trying to push his head away, but he didn’t budge.

Instead, Van tightened his grip on her legs, which were now draped over his shoulders, fixing her in place with a blistering, unyielding gaze.

His eyes seemed to silently question her resistance until Winter finally gave up and covered her face with her hands.

With her vision obscured, his actions felt even more intense.

Each time he ran his tongue from her deepest parts up to her cl*toris in one swift motion, the wet, slick sounds filled the air. Winter’s body shuddered uncontrollably.

The office was silent except for her soft moans and the lewd, sticky sounds of her wetness.

She knew how sensitive a woman’s intimate area could be compared to the rest of her body—but experiencing it firsthand like this was overwhelming, almost too much to bear.

The dizzying sensations pushed her to the limit, making her mind fuzzy, barely registering the lewd sounds around her.

The onslaught of pleasure robbed her of any control over her body, and her legs tensed, trembling as she reacted to his touch.

“Hnn, hnghhh...”

No matter how hard she tried to stifle them, the sounds of her pleasure kept slipping out, even as she covered her mouth in a futile attempt to muffle them.