Chapter 715 The silent audience
Everything happened so fast and so intense and so aggressive that Lilou couldn't register everything in one go. All she could do was pant for air, secure her arms over Samael's shoulder, eyes shut. When she reopened her eyes, they instantly caught him reopening his.
Lilou swallowed a mouthful of air to soothe her drying throat. They really did it. Her lips quivered as they parted, but no words came out. The only proof this was all real was that Samael was still inside her, stilling her waist with his arm, and her legs that were wrapped around his hips.
<nulli>'What did... I just do?' she wondered in her head, completely forgetting he was inside her head.
<nulli>'We fucked.' Her back stiffened as soon as his low voice rang in her head.
At this point, Lilou didn't know what to do. She was so lost in the moment and surrendered herself so easily. Although she didn't regret it, it was still so hard to believe she raised her white flag unplanned. This wasn't in her plan, but it had already happened.
What should she do?
"I... I... should push you away, right?" she stuttered, biting her tongue upon realizing she shouldn't be asking his advice.
"Why? You didn't like it?" A line between his brows appeared, tilting his head to the side. Lilou pursed her lips, noticing the disappointment in his eyes, which disappeared almost at the same time as it appeared.
"I... didn't say that," came out a muffled reply, staring into his eyes. "I just don't know what to do after."
The corner of his lips curled up as he leaned forward. "I'll kiss you," he announced under his breath but didn't wait for her reply as he already did.
"And then, we'll do it again," he whispered while planting soft and brief kisses on her lips. "Until the sunrises."
"Again?" Lilou gasped, watching him lean back until there was a palm-length distance between their faces. Samael nodded, so she asked, "Is... that normal?"
Samael batted his eyes and kept quiet for a moment. He felt like he was doing something illegal and manipulating a little girl with her questions. This would bother him more if he had a conscience, though. But alas, looking at the pure curiosity in those pairs of emeralds, he didn't mind becoming a horrible criminal for wanting her.
"For you and me?" his voice was incredibly low, gulping to soothe his drying throat. "We will... uhm... do it again?" she asked one more time.
"Yes, Love. It's normal."
"We will... uhm... do it again?" she asked one more time.
"Don't you want to?" he returned. She better do, because what just happened was too abrupt and quick. They couldn't just stop with just that; he wanted more. He was too famished, too thirsty, and too aroused to pull out now.
Lilou pressed her lips into a thin, tight slash. Her eyes were a little shaky, gazing into those crimson eyes that seemed to darken with every passing second. Does she want to continue? The thought scared her, as she was already panting for air. However, she couldn't deny that her body was aching for more of him. After all, they still had their clothes, and it felt so unfair to stop now.
She lowered her eyes, tightening her embrace, and burying her face in her arm that was around his shoulder. "I... want..." came out a muffled and shy voice.
His lips curled up, glancing at her with satisfaction. He leaned his head against the side of her head, planting a kiss on her hair.
"Then I'll take you to my room," he whispered, but she didn't nod and kept her face buried in his neck. His eyes softened as he pulled her waist, stilling her against him. There was a huge part of his heart that was in disbelief. His wife was under his grip, holding her just as he wished, and was willing to hold him back.
This entire world knew how much he yearned for her love, warmth, and body. And now that was happening.
"I will not let you go," he whispered, taking a step back, and placing his other hand on the back of her head. "Keep your eyes closed."
Lilou was too shy to even look at him, so she didn't wonder about the purpose of his remarks. All she felt was the slight bounce in his steps, poking her insides. Samael didn't pull out and was still growing big inside her. So his steps felt like he was thrusting into her lightly, increasing her arousal, making her legs tighten around his hips.
Meanwhile, Samael kept a triumphant smile as he walked through the hallway. His room was near Law's, so it wouldn't take time before he could continue. He purposely stomped his feet to make a light bounce, feeling her insides clenching around his girth.
He kept his hand on the back of her head, winking at the person who was standing in the middle of the hallway. Samael placed a finger in front of his lips, not making a sound as he walked past Tilly.
Tilly had been there since the beginning — since Lilou pricked her finger. Samael had felt her presence, but he didn't care about her. There was nothing to hide from Tilly, and he didn't mind an audience.
Soon, Samael reached his bedroom and kicked it open, walking inside without faltering from his steps. Meanwhile, Tilly stood there motionlessly. When she looked back, all she saw was Samael's back, entering his room, and then kicking the door to shut it close.
Tilly tilted her head to the side, blinking almost innocently. "My eyes…" came out a soft and toneless voice, eyes still on the door.
"… are defiled." She peeled her eyes away from the door and covered them before she finally resumed her strides.
The bell tied around her hair rang lightly, keeping her classic straight face completely different from what she believed to be traumatized. Fortunately, Lilou didn't know about her presence the whole time.
"I hope she doesn't get pregnant."
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