The Queen Who Deserves To Be Tainted - Chapter 55.2

As he took off his shirt roughly, Elfreda hesitated and asked in a soft voice.

“Are you angry?”

“Me?”

His surprised tone made Elfreda briefly wonder if she’d been mistaken, but she continued.

“I came here without saying anything…”

“Is that really something to be angry about?”

“Well, no, but…”

Elfreda cautiously looked at Ejnar.

“Illene said you don’t like places like this very much… uhng.”

Before she could finish, Ejnar swiftly kneeled on the bed. He kissed her lips, leaving no space between them.

Elfreda twisted slightly, gripping the bed sheet tightly as Ejnar poked the inside without a moment to breath.

Holding both her cheeks, Ejnar finally took a deep breath and whispered in a low voice.

“How thoughtful. If I don’t like it, you will never come to a masquerade again?”

“That… umm.”

Before she could respond, Ejnar caught her tongue and entwined it with his. Elfreda, unable to answer, gazed at him with wide eyes.

For a long while, he didn’t let go and kept moving their bodies, and Elfreda forgot what she had even planned to say. When Ejnar finally pulled his lips away, he whispered low.

“You don’t have to answer. I didn’t mind.”

“…Really?”

“Of course.”

In truth, when he first heard that Elfreda would be attending, he wasn’t exactly pleased. But after watching her tonight, he found himself feeling relieved.

Though he had been observing from a distance, and despite the mask, tonight was the most lively and talkative he had ever seen Elfreda. It almost shocked him to see the queen so outgoing.

It seemed she had been secretly longing for social interaction having had to keep quiet for so long. Realizing this made Ejnar feel strange.

If he had to name the reason he was upset, there was only one, and as soon as it crossed his mind, blood rushed downward quickly.

…He intended to show her today that such things were entirely unnecessary.

As she wrapped her legs around her body, Elfreda felt her face getting flushed. Ejnar gently slid her dress off again and whispered

“Thanks to you, here we are. Now I understand why everyone wears a mask.”

“Why is that?”

“Because it’s even more exciting than usual.”

As warm, gentle fingers grasped the soft curves hidden beneath her dress, Elfreda gasped and clutched the sheets even tighter.

“Am I the only one who likes it?”

“Ah…”

There was no time to answer. Under his large hands, the supple flesh was pressed and kneaded, losing its shape and reforming again, drawing moans from Elfreda’s lips.

Rather than an intense, direct assault on her peaks, it gave her more thrill. Having long since grown accustomed to Ejnar’s touch, Elfreda wanted something stronger and more certain stimulation.

“Your Majesty…”

Her flushed face, the way she twisted her waist, and the pleading look in her eyes shattered Ejnar’s last thread of restraint.

In an instant, he flipped her onto the bed and positioned himself above her and pushed inside without hesitation. Her body that was already prepared to receive him, welcomed him eagerly.

Ejnar gripped her waist tightly and moved without an ounce of patience. His rough thrusts sent waves of pleasure crashing over Elfreda, making it impossible for her to think straight.

His pace was faster than usual, so it startled her. But she didn’t feel like pushing him away. However, she was curious why he seemed so much more impatient than usual.

Was it really just because this situation excited him, like he said? Or…

“Are you really, not angry…?”

“I told you, I’m not. You can trust me.”

He wasn’t the kind of man to get worked up over something as trivial as her attending a masquerade ball. Of course, if he’d walked in to find Elfreda tangled up with another man in this place….

“Ahhk!”

…Then he might get angry..

Realizing he’d put more force into his movements than intended, Ejnar smoothed his hands over Elfreda’s waist to soothe her and left a trail of tender kisses along her face.

And yet, he didn’t slow down. Elfreda’s cries poured out without pause.

This was a place where every room was likely filled with the same sounds, but it was embarrassing to let it out. Elfreda whimpered and pleaded.

“Your Majesty, heuk. A little slower…”

Damn it. That bastard from earlier could’ve seen this face, too.

“Absolutely not.”

Tonight, he’d make sure his queen understood just how useless such medicine really was.