History at the Library

Chapter 93

She wanted to do something about that mouth that keeps saying things that she doesn’t want to hear, but once it’s weakened, it doesn’t burn as strong as before.

You’re a villain.

“Did you know that now?”

Aiden answered in that way and grabbed her hands up. After licking the long, glistening saliva on her lips, he slowly lowered his head and began to take a stake in the nape.

Vivian’s breath became slightly rough when he bit his teeth under her chin. She herself didn’t know that she would react by clenching her chin now, but that wasn’t the point now.

She couldn’t see where Aiden was looking or what he was doing because she couldn’t see ahead. Just by touching it lightly, her whole body overreacted and flinched. She could even feel the coldness of the neck, which had been soaked in saliva.

Vivian sat still like a frightened rabbit, and he gently let go of her hand.

A wet breath touched her ear as he whispered languidly.

“A true writer should be able to capture things that are invisible.”

“Huh.”

A thumping heartbeat in her ear. The rustling of the skirt. A rough breath that came up and went away in an instant, and a touch that touched the sensitive body softly without notice and touched it persistently wherever it responds.

Aiden played her with a seductive touch like a conductor in control of the orchestra. The body was swirling with heat from place to place. It was naturally enticed to the height of pleasure. Like he’d imprint every stimulus he could give.

“Even if you don’t see…”  A hot hand skilled in provocation swept down the spine.  “Remember. And keep it in mind. Right here.”

In no time, Vivian, who was dominated, had no choice but to leave herself completely to him.

He completely stripped the chemise, which had become a rag. The white cloth string, which used to function as underwear, was also very skillfully and quickly pulled out and thrown to the floor.

Vivian trembled due to the cold snap, but the cold was quickly forgotten because of his firm and hot hands that heated her body.

He drew on the hardened areola with his fingers, then cut it in a big bite and sucked it in. She gasped and hugged the back of his head. Slowly the heat spread all over the body. His hands hovering around her shoulders, back, thighs, and chest clasped her hips full of time.

“Ha…”

Vivian, who was restless, moaned and eventually rubbed her genital*a over the man’s hot phall*s. It was almost an instinctive act.

Recalling the intense pleasure of knocking on her head, she was unable to do anything about it, like a sinner who laid their hand on the forbidden fruit. The man’s shoulder muscles, which she hugged tightly so as to not fall, became firm and felt nervous.

He breathed low as if he were growling.

At the same time, her body dropped into the air. She suddenly felt like she was struck by lightning. Vivian, who couldn’t see anything, forgot to breathe at the moment, but felt relieved to feel the soft touch of the bed sheet behind her back.

Maybe she was thrown onto the bed – she was out of it by then. It was clear that Aiden was pressing down on her as if he was attacking her, considering that only her upper body was completely turned on. The rustling was probably the sound of taking off one’s clothes.

She didn’t know if this was a relief, but Vivian reached out to someone who would somehow calm the boiling heat. She felt his hand, put her arm around the man’s neck and pulled him towards her.

“Hug me.”

It literally meant to be hugged tightly. Wanting to feel his warmth was an instinctive act of invisible fear. But under the current circumstances, the words were enough to drive Aiden crazy. Sneaking up where possessiveness disappeared was a cruel desire to make this woman cry under him right now. He whispered in a murky voice of desire.

“If you can do this for a novel, I’ll do my best.”

He released her hands around his neck and slowly pulled his body back.

“Uh, where are you going?”

Vivian made a silly sound. The breath mixed with the hot heat at the back of the neck, slowly began to go down, and she felt it one by one from her chest, and on her stomach, and between her thighs.

Everywhere Aiden breathed Vivian winced and trembled. She reflexively tightened her thighs, but he grabbed both her legs with great ease.

Vivian was ashamed of the secret place, which was unprotected and wide open. It must be because she can’t see. Aiden, who suddenly became silent, also played a part in making her nervous.

There was only one thing Vivian could know. Where he is staring so hard that his eyes feel prickly. Her face was burning hotter than ever before.