Chapter 241: Gentle Hands-I
Elise didn't know if it was alright for him to continue sucking the finger he used on her core. Just by watching him, she could feel her cheeks heating up. It was embarrassing but he didn't seem bothered. She wondered if there would be another man like Ian in the land; who was never shy to tell what he wants or what he needed from others. Like how he wanted to see her drowning in pleasure he teaches her.
It was the first time for Elise to feel what she felt earlier as she never knew what pleasure was. All this time, she was taught that things that she did a few seconds ago should not be done outside marriage. Yet here she was, basking on the afterglow under his embrace. She broke all the rules her parents taught her, knowing the last one would be the last thing to do before marriage come, and although it was wrong as her parents taught her, Elise didn't regret what she did.
When she finally comes to a realization, Elise pulled her dress, trying to cover her bosom that wasn't covered.
"You don't need to hide it, haven't we done things that are more amazing than this?" Ian watched how Elise looked at him with the shyness evident and the after pleasure, he loved what he saw earlier— the expression Elise had when she finally released what itched deeply in her.
"That was that, and this was this," she answered. Was it alright for her to expose her breast like this?
"What a cute answer you have there," Ian nipped her ears for another cry to come from her, "You were so beautiful just now that I just seem can't have enough of you yet. Can you come for another four times, sweetheart?"
Elise blinked at him in response, "W-what do you mean?"
Ian smiled before reiterating his words, "Do you think you can handle feeling what you did earlier for another few moments?" It doesn't seem to be enough seeing Elise in pleasure, her expression was something he could watch for another eternity without feeling the least bored. Instead, his need only thickened when watching her. Knowing that he couldn't do more than this unless Elise was ready to cross the line, Ian decides to pour his desire on her.
In one instance, Elise shook her head, "I think I will faint of becoming weirder i-if you do more."
"Then I'll have to stay for this," he whispered, but the desire in his eyes was so thick that it didn't seem like it would curb despite his words. "Do you want to come closer?"
Elise pushed the surface of the bed, pushing herself when Ian leaned forward to press his lips on her forehead, "You did great."
"I wasn't weird?" At one point, she wasn't sure what she did. She felt like a wave of heat washed over her, making her lose consciousness of what she did for a moment.
"Far from it, you were very beautiful, that I can't watch you enough," Elise smiled at his words, feeling happy that he found her beautiful. Like most women in the land, she wishes to look good in the eyes of the man she loved. "How was it for your first time?"
"I lost my mind in the middle of it," she replied honestly, watching him chuckle without a hint of mischief. The boyish chuckle had her heart skipped all over again for him. "It didn't feel only good. I feel somewhere safe."
"You are with me, how could you not feel safe?" Ian twirled his hand on her hair, brushing her head softly as her head laid on his chest. "If anyone dares to sell you again as your aunt did to the slavery establishment, you should have no fear, I will kill them again. No danger should ever come on you as long as I'm here," he whispered, cooing her as if she was going to sleep.
Elise nodded before she lifted her head and tilted her head, "Again?" she found the words odd.
Ian shifted his eyes back on her, making an expression as if he was caught red-handed but then there was still the smile on him that wasn't deterred that Elise had found out, as if he had said the words for her to ask, "I guess you didn't remember or see it. I killed the slave merchant."
Elise didn't know if it was right for her not to be surprised by Ian coming clean about his killings. He never hides how he kills people from her, which helped her to swallow the fact that Ian could kill people and had gotten accustomed to the fact.
"Why?" asked Elise, she wanted to know the reason even if the slave merchant's death didn't affect her.
"Because he ticked me off," was his simple answer. Elise looked at him with her wide blue eyes open slightly wider.
"You are lying," answered Elise to him.
For a moment, Ian was truly surprised, "Amusing. Why do you think I'm lying?" Ian was sure he had perfected his lie. Most people don't know he lied as his expression never change and at the time he replies to her, his expression didn't budge.
Meeting his curious eyes, Elise replied, "I don't know, but I think you wouldn't kill people based on that reason."
"Of course I kill people for that reason. There were many who pissed me off and I killed them," Ian answered, "Though you were right at this one. Remember how he whipped you?"
The memory of nine years ago wasn't easy to pull back to remember, but thinking back, Elise had a feeling that maybe that happened. She recalled that she had bumped into a woman's dress which inadvertently ruining the dress which acquired the anger of the person who later whipped her.
"I think that happened when I ruined a lady's dress."
Ian nodded, "In the past, I was also whipped using the same leather whip, it ticked me off to see someone recreating what others did to me which why I killed him. There was this slave the merchant had, the woman seemed to hold a grudge so I lend her a dagger to kill the merchant. I made sure to give her choices where she could choose without feeling pressured."
"And she did it," Elise continued to receive Ian's knowing smile. Elise could not say what Ian did was right or wrong, she didn't feel it was wrong but at the same time perhaps it was not right either.
"She now lives somewhere far from Runalia. If she is still alive, she should be alright," Ian felt her head turned on his chest to look at him and he let her hair cascade down.
"She escaped?" asked Elise.
"Not at first," he answered with his nonchalant reply, "After what happened, she was caught by the authorities. However, I was the one who lends her the dagger and it was alright right for me to let her escape. If she didn't escape, the nobles would use her as a scapegoat, painting her as the bad person in the tale. Coincidentally, that day after we left a fire broke out in the slave building, killing all the people while releasing the slaves at the same time. This was put as another crime on her."
"How could that happen coincidentally?" It almost reminded Elise of Lipton's Manor, of how one careless mistake of the servants burns the manor to ashes. Remembering it had Elise feel her blood curling.
"I wonder how..." Ian stared down at her, "It wasn't my doing so I was also curious why the house was burnt down. As if someone was trying to kill the people in the slave building."
Ian didn't think about it before. When he heard of how the slave building was caught in fire, he didn't mind the reason why. But now it dawned to him as a question. Who had burnt the building? And for what reason?
Watching Elise under his embrace, there was a gut feeling that tells him the fire had to do with her...
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