Savage Forest - Chapter 136.2

Tarhan’s hair, once untamed, had now been neatly trimmed under Piache’s guidance.

Unlike the men of Nervana Forest, who preferred long hair, the men from Aquilea had their hair cut short. Piache, who was displeased by the unruly hair, had one day pulled out a knife and chopped it all off.

Enya smiled at the memory and tried to stifle her laughter. She carefully scrubbed the foam over his ears and earlobes, rinsing it off with water.

“Turn back around.”

He obediently turned back.

In his eyes, which were looking at her blankly, her reflection shimmered.

Enya wondered for a moment if, just like her, he also saw a glowing light on her bare skin.

Tarhan remained silent throughout the washing. His eyes were closed, and he allowed her hands to move gently over him, looking unexpectedly innocent.

‘It feels like I’m bathing a tamed black panther.’

Enya smiled to herself as she continued to scrub his eyes, cheeks, nose, and lips, just as he had done for her. Watching his serious face covered in foam made her laugh, just as he had laughed when foam covered her face.

For his arms and legs, however, there was no choice but for him to do it himself.

She knew that if she did it, she’d never finish today. Enya, who had been helping to rub his chest, suddenly stopped her hand at the largest scar that crossed his torso.

“…What’s wrong?”

Tarhan, who had been wiping the water from his wet hair, asked.

Enya shook her head, signaling that it was nothing, and focused on continuing to rub the foam on the rest of his body.

There was now only a small amount of the scent left from the oil they had used to clean his body.

“Alright, time for a dip.”

Enya playfully commanded, mimicking what Tarhan had done to her earlier. He immediately dove into the water and then shot out of it with a giant splash. Enya laughed as water sprayed onto her.

It felt like playing in the river with a giant foal.

After emerging from the water, he rubbed his wet face with his hand. An unmistakable smile spread across his lips.

The moon shone brightly on them, making it impossible to resist. Without realizing it, Enya’s hand moved to his glistening, wet body. As he wiped the water dripping from his chin with his elbow, he flinched.

Her slender hand had rested on the scar across his chest.

Tarhan stared at her at a loss as he looked at her naked form right in front of him.

Enya stood on tiptoe in the water and leaned against his body. She gently kissed his lips, which were still lowered while frozen in place.

He seemed slightly startled by this.

Tarhan’s eyes widened, and his hand touched her slightly swollen lower belly. His hand was still large enough to cover most of it. As he gently rubbed her growing belly, he hesitated, then wrapped his arms around her back.

“E, Enya, I….”

As Tarhan opened his mouth hesitantly, Enya could immediately sense the fear in his eyes.

This made her smile a little.

She thought he looked like a young man facing his first experience.

As she thought back, it had been the same in Aquilea.

When she had become pregnant, even at the slightest sign of pregnancy, he had treated her as if she was something sacred that should not be touched. At that time, she was so focused on the child inside her that she had hardly noticed his care.

Ever since she was certain she was carrying a child, it hadn’t often been her who initiated such desires and reached out for him first.

‘Perhaps it’s the influence of the energy in the Nervana forest that’s made me feel stronger.’

Enya thought as she pressed herself closer to him.

Now, there was no doubt in her mind. Enya wanted Tarhan’s body desperately. She longed to become one with him again. She wanted to feel the fiery ecstasy she had felt in the past here, once more.

As her water-speckled chest brushed against his damp skin, a thrilling sensation coursed through her lower belly. Tarhan’s breathing grew heavier, but he was too good at restraining himself. He moved her hands away from his chest.

“We should be cautious. It’s better to wait until it’s stable… for now.”

Tarhan said so. Even though there was an unmistakable flicker of regret in his expression, his resolve remained firm.

Enya felt slightly annoyed. He was clearly aroused, yet he was pushing her away. It was unlike him. She thought for a moment before speaking.

“Silanda said I’ve already entered the stable period.”

His brow furrowed immediately. His lips twitched, but even now, he didn’t give in.

“Even so, it’s better to be careful. Once the house is finished, then…”

Enya didn’t wait for him to finish.

She could already see how this would end: they would leave the water without doing anything, and she wasn’t about to let that happen.

A fiery longing burned between her legs. An ache that demanded relief. If she didn’t act now, the craving inside her would twist her up from within.

“What’s wrong, Tarhan?”

Rising onto her toes, she pressed her lips firmly to his tense ones

In doing so, she felt the undeniable hardness of his manhood against her lower abdomen. The familiar hot sensation filled her with boldness. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Tarhan was caught off guard and instinctively looped her waist with his strong arms.

Enya brought her lips to his ear and whispered.

“It’s not like it’s our first time.”