When the Black Moon Rises - Chapter 132
Chapter 132
Warm lips and breath brushed against her cheek and neck.
Their shy, heated gazes met, and they smiled.
“Just stay still.”
Baek Giha stopped Sehwa as she reached for the knot of her robe.
He told her he would do it all, and her head tilted slightly.
‘This is going to be difficult to untie…’
And as if proving her right, he fumbled with her clothes several times.
“…Why… isn't this working…?”
He pulled on the wrong tie, tightening it further.
“Is this… not it?”
He also managed to tighten the knot of her skirt while trying to untie it.
Knowing he would be embarrassed, she couldn't help but laugh.
To think he was so adept at removing mystic robes, yet struggling with human clothing.
“......”
The man’s neck flushed even redder at her laughter.
But his busy hands didn’t stop.
Finally, her round, white shoulders emerged in the dim candlelight.
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he traced the shadows of her collarbone along her long, slender neck.
Sehwa noticed his reaction.
Her long eyelashes fluttered down shyly.
As if there was no need for such shyness, Baek Giha lifted her hand.
He pressed his lips against her fingertips, his touch filled with warmth and affection, just as she had done to him earlier.
Her hand tingled where his lips had touched.
Her eyelids fluttered, and then, amidst her lingering shyness, her gaze met his, filled with a mixture of emotions and unwavering trust.
Words weren’t needed.
They knew what each other wanted, as if reading each other's minds.
Or rather, what he wanted to do was exactly what she wanted him to do.
Her senses heightened, and the languid air suddenly thickened.
The moment their eyes met, their lips pressed together.
The light, tentative kiss quickly deepened, consuming her breath.
The basin of water and towels he had been using to clean her face and hands were hurriedly pushed aside.
“…Ah!”
His tongue slipped between her red, plump lips.
The light teasing of his tongue against her palate and teeth quickly turned into a devouring kiss, stealing her moans and breaths.
“Hmm…”
Her head spun.
This man, who had been so worried about her while she was unconscious, couldn’t have had a chance to drink even a sip of water, yet his lips were so sweet.
Every time his tongue, slick with their mingled saliva, teased the inside of her mouth, Sehwa clung to his firm, sculpted body even tighter.
Wanting to be even closer, she slipped her fingers inside the collar of his robe and pulled it open.
His strong, muscular body, every movement clearly defined, was revealed before her.
The night air, cooled by the rain, was chilly, but their bodies were burning hot.
As a shared moan and sigh escaped their lips, they embraced each other’s naked bodies, as if their very breaths depended on it.
They traced each other’s smooth skin, searching for unseen wounds.
As her slender, white fingertips moved down his firm chest, past his shoulders, tracing his spine…
“!”
His body tensed, and a husky voice escaped his throat.
His warm arm pulled her closer.
“Sehwa.”
His voice, though soft, was filled with an almost desperate urgency.
He held her with one arm and pulled off the remaining pieces of her clothing with the other.
“Sehwa.”
Her name, spoken in his heated voice, was a caress.
She loved these moments.
When he looked at her as if nothing else mattered, his gaze filled only with her, his every movement revealing his desire to hold her closer.
This wasn’t just lust.
There was no mistaking the depth of his feelings.
She felt as if she were drowning in them.
In those deep, viscous emotions, from which she had no desire to escape, and which wouldn’t let her escape even if she tried.
“Wait… Hmm!”
Her red, plump lips were captured once more.
Her body writhed as his tongue greedily explored her mouth.
As if to prevent even her slightest resistance, he moved his large hand down her back, his fingers tracing the perfect curve of her spine, pulling her thin waist flush against his.
“Ha… Sehwa. Ju Sehwa.”
Her lips, swollen from his kisses, were given no respite as he continued to devour her mouth.
The sensation of her small, round breasts pressed against his bare chest was distinct.
With one hand holding her waist, he cupped her breast with the other.
“Mm… Ah…!”
She gasped as his fingers, surprisingly strong, kneaded her sensitive flesh.
But he seemed oblivious to her reaction, savoring her moans and devouring her breaths.
His hot lips moved restlessly around her mouth.
She wouldn’t know. The anxiety he had felt watching her transform into a new Divine Beast.
How could he not be proud?
His love for her was real, his joy at her transformation was genuine, and his desire for her to soar even higher was true.
His vow to protect her, always, was also undeniably sincere, but the unfamiliar anxiety that lingered in his heart was beyond his control.
He wanted her to soar, yet he also wanted her to stay by his side.
He wanted her to run freely through the vast Mystic Realm, yet he also didn’t want her to go too far.
These conflicting emotions were too embarrassing to admit to anyone.
But in this moment…
As he tasted her delicate skin with his tongue and held her warm, naked body close, he felt as if she were truly his.
So he devoured her soft flesh greedily.
As if unable to control his desire, he showered her face with kisses.
His warm breath, tracing her delicate features, tickled her earlobe, then trailed down her white neck.
Even though his actions were overwhelming, Sehwa didn’t push him away, instead embracing him even tighter.
She wanted to caress his tense shoulders, to share her warmth with him, forever.
Because the expression he sometimes showed… he looked like someone carrying a heavy burden.
She knew how heavy his resolve was, how deep his feelings for her were.
What could she possibly refuse him?
So, even as his lips moved down to her exposed breasts…
She wrapped her arms around his head and whispered in his ear, “Let’s get married. Now.”
He paused.
His heated gaze, which had been wandering over her breasts, lifted to meet hers.
“No matter what I say, you won’t let go of your sense of responsibility towards me.”
Sehwa caressed his handsome face, then kissed the space between his eyebrows.
She kissed his eyelids, his perfect nose, and his slightly parted lips.
“I want to cherish you too.”
Just like he cherished her.
Sehwa looked into his eyes and whispered, “I want to always be by your side, hold your hand, take care of your health and meals, and make sure you only do things for yourself, not for me.”
His eyes flickered slightly.
“I want to always make you smile, carefully choose your clothes for every season, and when you’re sick…”
Her gaze wandered over his strong body.
“Do you think he can defeat me? Haven’t you noticed that something is wrong with his spiritual power?”
His condition worried her more than the Corrupt Dragon’s words about him getting weaker the more he used his power.
Was there a way to cure him?
If she really had to disappear into that waterfall of light, she had to heal him first.
“When you’re sick, I want to sit by your side all night and take care of you. I want to hold your hand and tell you not to be sick.”
She kissed him again.
“I’ll wish I could be sick in your place.”
Sehwa smiled brightly, looking into his trembling eyes.
“Because I love you.”
“…!”
“Because I love you so much.”
His gaze wavered intensely.
“So don’t worry about anything.”
She would cure him. Somehow.
She would restore his lost immortality, heal his body, and stay by his side, holding his hand, forever.
She smiled again, meeting his disbelieving gaze, and asked softly, her nose touching his, “Okay?”
“......”
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Okay?”
He didn't answer, unlike usual.
Unlike usual, when he would repeat her name and readily agree to her requests…
He simply whispered her name, his voice trembling like a moan.
“…Ju Sehwa.”
But that single word was enough for her.
Perhaps because she saw his reddening eyes and trembling lips.
So she embraced him and kissed him.
His carefully maintained composure finally shattered.
He pulled her close.
As their moans and breaths mingled, he laid her down on the silk bedding and covered her body with his.
“Ju Sehwa.”
His voice, low and husky, almost a growl, was unlike his usual tone.
“…Never…”
He kissed her fiercely, his kisses unlike hers.
“Mm… Ah!”
Her white legs were spread apart, pinned beneath his large hand, red marks appearing on her translucently pale skin.
“I’ll never let you go. Never.”
He bit and sucked on her neck, his desire, swollen and painful, pushing against her.
As their heated bodies intertwined…
“Ah…!”
Her vision flashed white.
The unfamiliar pleasure shattered her senses.
“Haa…”
I’ll never let you go. Never. He revealed his true feelings for the first time, between ragged breaths.
Her warmth was an agonizingly sweet torment.
He didn’t know how to get any closer to her.
No matter how much he drank in her breath, his thirst remained unquenched, and no matter how tightly he held her slender body, it wasn’t enough.
So he could only plead with her.
To tell him again. And again.
It wasn't clear whether it was a plea or a demand, but unable to endure his increasing urgency, she whispered, her vision blurring, as she clung to him, “…I love… you…”
A fierce possessiveness filled his reddening eyes.
A savage desire and a bottomless affection spread like wildfire.
He followed his instincts, pushing her further.
His own eyes burned, but he didn’t look away from her, not even for a moment.
Their passionate embrace continued throughout the night, their moans echoing in the darkness.
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