My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 96
Whether it was a political marriage or a love match, he must have had a relationship with his wife, considering their status as a couple and the issue of heirs. Since he had surely done this countless times before—unfastening dresses and such—so he got naturally skilled at it.
By the time her thoughts reached that point, Regina surprisingly felt hurt.
Anyone might criticize her for her double standards, saying that it was hypocritical for someone who had multiple partners in a past life to feel this way. But honestly, that was how she felt. Her private emotions were her own, as long as she kept them to herself.
‘He must have touched his wife with these hands, looked at her with these eyes, and whispered sweet words to make her happy.’
She didn’t wish unhappiness on his wife, whom she didn’t even know. She didn’t want his wife to have been neglected and to have lived a mere formality of a marriage. Yet, she felt an unbearable sensation…
“Ugh!”
The pain sweeping through her body made her curl up. The side effects were starting to appear.
Without hesitation, he grabbed her chin and pressed his lips against hers. She opened her mouth, accepting him and clinging to him in desperation. Looping around his neck and pressing herself against him as closely as possible, she responded passionately, and the pain seemed to lessen.
His tongue, focused on alleviating pain rather than seeking pleasure, made a breathy laugh.
The next moment, his grip on her face tightened, and as she flinched in surprise at the forceful pressure. He continued to kiss her as if to calm her and entangled her tongue on his own.
“Hu-uht…!”
Regina, taken over by his dominant control, was helplessly swept along by his actions. The skill he displayed seemed more refined than in her past life, provoking a simultaneous surge of anger and peculiar guilt.
The fact that he had once been a married man felt painfully real. Even though he was widowed now, doing this with a man who had married another woman seemed almost taboo.
He pulled the dress down to her waist, then lifted the slip and found the last obstacle, her underwear. Finally, he enveloped the revealed, creamy flesh from beneath and gently kneaded it, taking a markedly different approach from Bliss, who had focused directly on her n*pples.
Perhaps due to their contrasting personalities, their methods were quite different. He avoided the crucial n*pples, instead languidly stimulating the surrounding areas to build her sensation.
Even though he didn’t touch them, she could feel her n*pples stand out on their own. The pink protrusions, usually hidden, now stood out, trembling with cold. Despite seeing this, he continued to touch only the other parts of her breasts without approaching the n*pples.
“Uhng, ah…”
She grew increasingly impatient with his almost-touching hands and fingers. Although repeatedly let down, her anticipation grew stronger, hoping he would eventually pay attention to her sensitive spots.
She wished he would touch her gently, perhaps pulling on her n*pples just enough to relieve the ticklish sensation. Or maybe he could scratch the sides with his nails… No, maybe with his mouth…
Unable to hold back, she grabbed his collar and pleaded.
“…Suck them.”
Lennon didn’t ask where or how, as if used to the request. He immediately supported her waist from behind, pushing her chest forward and taking the prominent pink peaks into his mouth.
As the long-neglected protrusions were enveloped by the warm mucous membranes, a shiver ran down her spine.
Unable to even moan, she trembled uncontrollably. He started to use his tongue to thoroughly stimulate her n*pples. She bit her own fingers in her mouth. She was torn between wanting to avoid making embarrassing noises as he sucked her breast and also wanting to hold onto something for comfort.
When their eyes met, she saw the sharpness in his as she chewed on her fingers.
As she remained frozen in pleasure, he took her hand and gently pulled her fingers away.
Despite his piercing gaze, his touch was surprisingly soft and polite. Although he restrained her hand to prevent her from biting again, it was a gentle restraint, not harsh.
‘If it were Bliss, he would have bitten my n*pples to make me open my mouth and then withdrawn my fingers…’
“Now is not the time to be thinking about other men, Miss Heather.”
Regina flinched at Count Hartman’s remark. Even if he had noticed her distraction, how could he possibly know that she was thinking about another man?
“You were distracted earlier, and now you’re thinking about s*x with another man while you’re with me. It makes my efforts feel wasted.”
With that, he detached his mouth from her n*pple, sounding slightly disappointed. Regina’s mind raced, wondering how he could understand her thoughts so well as chills ran down her spine.
Even if he was a great astrologer, this was beyond belief.
‘…He can’t really be an astrologer, can he?’
It was a bit suspicious that he was at the masquerade ball in the underworld. Perhaps he was somewhere, hidden behind a veil, reading crystal balls, attracting clients from the underworld, and thus getting invitations to such parties.
“No, it’s not that.”
Regina was taken aback by Count Hartman’s firm denial, as if he had peered into her thoughts. Seeing her astonished expression, he added calmly,
“I simply know you very well.”
She got goosebumps. This seemed more frightening. It meant he understood her completely. It would have been less unsettling if he had claimed to have learned this through mystical powers.
“You’re getting lost in useless thoughts again. This won’t do.”
Withdrawing his hand from her chest, Count Hartman spread his hands over her face, obscuring her vision.
As her sight was blocked, a low voice spoke,
“I shouldn’t give you any more leeway.”
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