target chapter 2 – r-18

Contrary to her expectations, he placed kisses all over her body. The deliberate, patient, and languid kisses were so sweet they seemed to melt her. Only after caressing her entire body did he press a kiss of reverence to her smooth, rounded forehead, and a kiss full of affection to her sweet, teal eyelids. Miller’s proud, sharp nose brushed against her cute one as his lips once again plundered hers.

“Hnngh…”

His kisses were followed by an indescribable patience. Miller bit his lower lip, making a sincere effort to follow Lynne’s request to go “slowly.” It was the first time he had exercised this much patience since the death of the former Grand Duke and his ascension as the head of the house. Of course, he’d had to be patient with this tomboy who was prone to fainting, falling asleep, or getting drunk in front of him, but the patience of then and the patience of now were on completely different levels.

“Your Grace.”

Just then, a voice, drenched in pleasant fatigue, called his name. They were so close their breaths mingled. His thick-set body began to move slowly.

“Ah…!”

Scathingly hot, unyieldingly firm. As the unfamiliar sensation made her body arch like a bow, his full lips soothed hers in place of her own. A sharp cry slipped past their joined lips. The searing sensation was so electrifying it felt like her body was melting. In the throes of that electrifying pleasure, her white neck fell back, and her slender white fingers desperately clutched the bedsheets.

“Hnngh…!”

Tears welled in her eyes from the pain that shot through her, but his movements were welcome. At the same time, she was afraid of that fact, and she wet her dry lips. What cruel pleasure this is! Miller pried the sheets from her grasp and laced his fingers through hers. He held their joined hands above her head and began to create ripples on a calm sea.

His hands, skilled in everything from horsemanship and swordsmanship to archery and marksmanship, were large enough to hold the entire empire. Those formidable hands were now held hostage by the delicate Lynne, and he had willingly offered them to her. In the unfamiliar pleasure that pierced her body, Lynne clung to his fingers as if for dear life. This callus is from shooting, that one from riding. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure and sharp pain made her narrow her eyes.

“Miller!”

At her panicked cry, his pace stabilized once more. Instead of releasing her hands, Miller grasped her soft flesh. His lips moved busily, as if savoring a sweet fruit. Occasionally, his cheeks would hollow, casting shadows, and each time, Lynne’s lips would tremble.

“Please, slow… ly…!”

As her slender body bathed in the moonlight, Miller was tormented by an unbearable sense of possession. Even so, he wrinkled his nose and slowed his pace. The waves that had been strong enough to break a lighthouse grew calmer. He bit his lower lip, striving to be slow, thinking that a moment of carelessness could injure this small woman’s body. But the sharp cries from between her teeth never ceased.

“Aah…!”

How many times had it been! At the peak of her climax, Lynne unknowingly curved her wet eyes into a smile, and Miller was mesmerized. Lynne’s half-closed eyelids flew wide open. Pleasure shot through her entire body, making her back arch like a bow and every inch of her tremble.

“M-Miller!”

She kept losing focus. But the face of the man who was parting her body remained clear. Carelessly swept-back black hair and golden eyes that gleamed like a predator’s. The moonlight caught his left cheek, casting a shadow along the sharp bridge of his nose and creating a decadent atmosphere.

Even at her climax, the perfect Grand Duke thrust into her without breaking his rhythm. She had expected the evening to be long, but now that it was happening, it was far more magnificent than she had anticipated.

“You… think too much.”

At his petulant words, Lynne reached another climax. Yet the man who filled her remained completely unshaken. What frightening stamina! It was enough to last not just one night, but for days on end.

If I’d known he was this much of a beast, I would have saved it for another time! With a belated regret, Lynne dug her nails into his arm. It was her warning: why are you trying so hard for a one-night stand? Save this for the woman who will be your Duchess, Lynne silently cursed.

A mistake, this was a mistake! Damn this virility!

Cursing the virile man, Lynne finally admitted her mistake. But the arrogant man had never made a mistake in his life. Vexingly, this moment was also part of his plan. And, undoubtedly, so was everything that was to follow.

“Aah…!”

Why was this man, cooler than the northern winds, doing this to a mere extra like her! Lynne thrashed in the swamp of pleasure. Come to think of it, the title of the original novel was <The Swamp, Love, and Imprisonment>. It seemed she had finally fallen into the swamp Miller had created. The one who was supposed to fall into the swamp was the original heroine.

Only when the darkness Lynne feared had receded and the sun began to show its face did Miller finally release her, worried that any more would injure her.

“….”

Miller buried his face in the hair of the woman who had fallen into an exhausted sleep. He dared to believe, with absolute certainty, that after this, she would finally understand his heart.