Chapter 10
Siara went to the foot of the bed, pressed down on the luxurious silk sheet with her knees, and leaned her upper body forward.
Perhaps her action was unexpected, for Kal Lago narrowed his eyes.
Usually, when told ‘come,’ one would approach the head of the bed and stand.
But she was no ordinary woman.
Siara approached him sensuously, crawling on all fours like a playful cat.
Staring directly into his eyes, as if challenging him.
Moving her hands languidly, one after the other, she subtly revealed her shoulders and chest, gleaming pale with sweat.
Sssip.
The moment her white hand touched his ankle, both their breaths hitched simultaneously, and the tension skyrocketed.
From there, she cautiously yet boldly drew closer to him, like a cat stalking its prey.
Kal Lago was not like the countless men scattered throughout Shurkohin.
He was the fourth son of the Emperor, who had lived enjoying all manner of wealth and glory.
She had to make this arrogant, madman completely lose his mind with fiery desire and possessiveness, so he would grant any wish she desired…
But currently, there wasn’t even a hint of possibility of receiving a bracelet.
The ‘marriage bracelet worn on the left wrist’ was the most precious gift.
It was a mark for a man that he had a woman to protect and provide for throughout his life, and for a woman, proof that she had a man who would protect her for life.
Even if widowed or divorced, neither men nor women ever removed a bracelet once worn, taking it to the grave unless in truly unavoidable circumstances.
It was an accessory of such profound meaning, yet Kal Lago had never given a betrothal bracelet to a single woman until now.
He was a man who did not wish to be bound to any woman.
But she had already taken this crippled Prince’s hand.
She pressed down on his right knee, which he had propped up like a warning signal, with her palm, lowering it.
Continuing upward, her smooth shin brushed against his knee.
Then, the soft flesh of her thigh pressed warmly against his thigh.
Her skin, meticulously cared for all day, emitted a subtle, melting… sweet fragrance at the slightest touch.
Finally arriving right before Kal Lago, she perched herself, sitting astride his thick, firm thighs.
Her warm flesh, unclothed by underwear, made contact with his masculinity, separated only by a thin robe.
“I’ve come,”
she said, opening her mouth in a seductive tone.
“Is this alright now?”
“Quite an insolent wench, acting so willfully in every move.”
The corner of Kal Lago’s mouth twitched upward in what seemed like a smile. But the light in his eyes alone was savage, devoid of any mirth.
She met that fierce gaze without flinching, recalling the image of herself she had seen in the mirror earlier.
The supremely beautiful Kasha.
The face of a haughty, self-confident demon.
When she smiled unexpectedly, she clearly read a flinch in Kal Lago.
Her mother had said:
Women are physically weaker than men, but in male-female relationships, the one who seizes the initiative wins.
Siara put strength into both hands and shoved his chest with all her might. Kal Lago, seeming amused, yielded easily and was pushed back.
Thump.
As he lay on the bed looking up at her, he mocked her sarcastically.
“Planning to devour me?”
“Yes.”
Leaning her upper body forward, her long, black hair cascaded over his shoulders and chest like cold silk.
Looking down on him like a queen, arrogantly, she declared,
“I will devour you completely.”
She felt uneasy about her lack of knowledge regarding sexual acts, but she had seen sheep and dogs coupling a few times.
Sex.
Sheep, horses, and rabbits all do it; there was no way humans couldn’t do it instinctively.
Siara touched his cheek and jaw, then smoothly swept the wildly disheveled mane away from his face.
Kal Lago immediately furrowed his brow, grabbed her wrist, and stopped her.
“Why? Are you afraid of showing your face?”
At her teasing tone, Kal Lago rolled his tongue inside his mouth and released her hand. Then, abruptly, he grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled her down forcefully.
“Eek!”
She braced herself, putting strength in her waist, but her head was forced down in an instant, touching his face.
“Your hands are trembling. Why, are you scared?”
Their breaths mingled as if competing, their noses touching as they looked into each other’s eyes.
Her father had said you could know a person’s soul by looking into their eyes.
That’s why you must look into the eyes of both friends and enemies up close.
Kal Lago’s eyes…
They were not the eyes of a man cowed by his disability, pessimistic about his circumstances, or twisted in personality.
Nor were they simply those of a madman, as the world judged him.
On the contrary, they were strong, self-confident, and dignified, possessing a distinct power within them.
Both their eyes flashed like those of wolves in the amplified darkness.
With her nape still in his grasp, Siara moved her hands provocatively.
Keeping their blazing gazes locked as if in a staring contest, she explored the body of the man who would become hers.
She traced the prominent cheekbone, swept her hand along the long bone of his collarbone, and let her hand slide down to his broad, firm chest.
This hot body.
From the broad, well-defined chest and lean waist to the taut abdomen and thick shoulders—every part she tasted with her hands conveyed the sheer power of his physique.
Kal Lago had strong bones, developed muscles, and a large frame, possessing a virile and powerful body.
She liked his body.
It was the first male body she had touched, but she felt immensely satisfied that Kasha’s man had a body honed like rock.
She caressed his upper body with her palms, fingertips, and nails, almost rummaging, then leaned down and pressed her lips against Kal Lago’s chest.
She pressed her full, red lips against the area over his heart, as if branding him.
His heart was as cold as his gaze, without a single tremor.
Of course.
It was still unclear whether she would end up as just this cold man’s one-night companion or receive a bracelet and become his possession.
Rrrrip.
Grabbing his long outer coat with both hands, she tore it open, revealing his perfect nudity.
Siara’s chest heaved slightly.
It was certainly completely different from that of her three-year-old brother, startling her.
Her mother had said that a man’s this enters a woman’s body to plant a seed.
Hesitating slightly, she boldly reached out.
Sluuu…
She stroked his masculinity upward with her fingertips.
As if checking its length and thickness to see if it could really all fit inside her.
“Hngh.”
He reacted, tensing his thighs.
It was an almost imperceptible sound, but the fact that he reacted at all was significant.
Siara ran her tongue over her lower lip, then moved both hands languidly.
Simultaneously, Kal Lago’s face, which had been cold throughout, twisted slightly.
Thanks to that, she thought she understood quickly.
This was the ‘initiative in male-female relations.’
As long as she could hold and play with this as she wished, she could make this man frantic with desire as she pleased.
Realizing that, a subtle excitement and thrill surged within her.
Kal Lago reached up and pulled the pin from her hair.
Her long, black hair cascaded down smoothly, and the rose petals Nishita had hidden within tumbled down in a fragrant wave, fluttering over her shoulders, chest, and Kal Lago’s upper body.
It was a riotous color and scent of desire.
Whether that ignited the carnal fire or not, Kal Lago suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped their positions in an instant.
He sat astride her effortlessly, grabbing her wrists.
“Your expression is plain to see. You want to sit on top of me, dominate me, and conquer me?”
His tone seemed mocking at first glance, but the sharply escalating tension warned of danger.
It seemed she had taken the teasing too far.
She should have yielded appropriately and submitted, but intoxicated by the mood, she had crossed the line.
Perhaps it was better to show a docile side here to placate him.
No.
No.
This might be a precarious gamble, but…
Trusting the competitive spirit she sensed in this man moment by moment, she decided to boldly cross the line.
Siara glanced suggestively between his legs and retorted,
“From my perspective, it looks like I’ve already won.”
