How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 12.1🔞
The chilling and sharp, slightly astringent scent pierced my skin and crept down my throat. In an instant, my blood boiled, and my entire body heated up at a frightening speed. With each ragged breath, the heat spread throughout my body. A dizzying desire took control of my entire being. Unconsciously, I reached out towards Tristan.
“Your Highness?”
I wanted to inhale his scent once more, a little deeper. I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. Startled, Tristan came to me without resistance. I could no longer endure the thirst.
I lunged at him, capturing his lips. With my eyes closed, I desperately explored him.
The sharp citrus scent enveloped me, and with each breath, a dizzying wave crashed over me.
Suddenly, a sweet scent emanated from my body. The tangy lemon scent and the soft lavender fragrance of my body mingled with Tristan’s deep, cool scent in the air. The pheromones quickly intertwined, growing more intense by the second.
“Come to your senses, Your Highness.”
After what felt like an eternity, Tristan pulled away, his teeth clenched as he spoke softly. His gaze, dark and piercing, locked onto mine. I couldn’t help but let out a small sob.
I couldn’t understand my own feelings. But I couldn’t suppress the endless desire. Someone inside me was crying out desperately. I needed Tristan. No, I needed him.
“Tristan, please…”
My voice trembled, wet with emotion.
Tristan exhaled deeply. His rough breath tickled my flushed skin. I looked up at him through teary eyes. The sweet floral scent mingled with the refreshing citrus, swirling into a storm.
“You really are…”
A soft voice whispered in my ear. Finally, my long-repressed reason snapped. A warm, large hand reached out, roughly pulling me into his embrace. I stumbled, falling into his arms. I could barely breathe.
“Ah…”
Even in my dazed state, I couldn’t ignore the reality. There was no turning back, no way out. I had walked into a dead-end cliff.
Our hot breaths mingled instantly.
“Uh, ah…”
My mind went blank. I couldn’t think of anything else. The faint moan escaping my lips was swallowed by Tristan as he captured my mouth.
His soft skin gently sucked on mine. His tongue delved into my mouth, exploring the inside of my cheek. The sound of our saliva mixing echoed softly. Just that sound made my ears burn.
“Ruellin.”
His deep voice resonated in my heated ear. Something in my chest trembled. At the same time, my vision blurred without reason. Tristan’s lips brushed against my tear-stained eyes.
The clothes on my body slipped off. Soon, his long fingers entered my mouth, probing my hot inner flesh. I gasped for breath, panting heavily. The tears gathered on my lashes spilled over, streaming down my cheeks.
“Stop crying, Your Highness.”
His voice, trembling with heat, clung to my ear. Tristan’s abdomen pressed against my bare skin, heavy and intense. His voice, tinged with a metallic edge, continued to tease me.
“I feel like a ruthless man, taking you by force.”
His low, almost mocking voice had a sharp edge of heat.
“No, no… I’m not… I’m not…”
My head ached, and my body trembled. I tried to hold back my sobs, but the whimpers wouldn’t stop. I could only cling to Tristan, hoping he would soon relieve this desire. I weakly dropped my head, praying desperately.
A cool breath touched my flushing cheeks. Then, my legs spread wide.
“Ah… ah…”
His long fingers ruthlessly probed my wet inner walls. A cry escaped my lips, and my hips arched. The sharp citrus scent surged like a wave, then crashed down, soaking my entire body.
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