[TKOSINM] 203 - Burning Desire Under The Long Night

♔ Vol. 3 Part 9. Reunion (1) ♔

She did not know how long it had been. However, seeing that the room, where the sunset had permeated, became dark, it was clear that a considerable amount of time had passed.

As Noel loosened his grip on her waist, Irene slowly lifted her head.

The room was dark without any lights, but Noel could see Irene’s face clearly from their proximity.

In the moonlight, she turned, her face red. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were red, and her lips were red. Would she also be like the way she viewed herself reflected in his eyes? She wanted to see her projection in his pupils, but her eyes were too watery to tell.

However, Noel silently observed her, capturing her every detail in his gaze. He liked those eyes that looked upright at him even amid her swaying.

“That....”

In the silence, the moment Irene pulled her lips away, Noel swallowed her lips once more.

This time, he was slow and deep as if feeling the afterglow, unlike a while ago, when he craved her desperately. They could feel each other’s desires brimming, blissful.

After their kiss that lasted seconds but felt like forever, his lips parted. Irene let out an exhilarating breath. Her legs felt weak, and she was about to collapse, but she had Noel holding her back so she could not fall. However, Irene could not even stand back upright. Even though she had to face Noel’s face head-on.

Silver-grey hair dyed in the moonlight of the night, exceptionally dark brown eyes, unfeeling eyes and straight features. His lips slightly parted, and he slowly lowered his gaze. Her eyes trembled as they passed the broad shoulder that was visible through his shirt’s open button.

Her vision was full of Noel, and there was nowhere else to look. After hesitating, Irene slowly raised her head. She immediately met his gaze. He caught her eyes with his own.

“…Noel.”

“Yes.” 

“Are you feeling better?”

Her eyes were cautious. The subject, she could not speak of it at all. It was because it was very difficult for Irene even to ask whether he felt continuing was alright. However, Noel said he knew Irene, and he knew what she was talking about immediately.

At her question, Noel bit her lips for a moment. He then answered her in a low voice.

“...No. Rather more….”

His voice was suppressed. He lowered his head to the nape of Irene’s neck. Noel bit between her neck, then his lips travelled to her shoulder.

“Ah...”

Surprised, Irene took a step back. Noel raised his head slightly, lifting his gaze. He checked her complexion, and then he took a step closer. He grabbed her face once more as he melded their lips together, pressing her against him. As his weight and pressure, little by little, pressed against her, Irene’s body fell backwards.

‘Flop.’

In the end, Irene collapsed over the bed, unable to overcome his weight. Her wheat-coloured hair lay amess, and her eyes widened as she looked up at Noel.

“...If you don’t like it, you can always refuse me. If you don’t want to, I’ll never touch your body.”

He whispered, declaring to her, asking for her permission. He always appeared to be calm and rational, but he tended to be cautious about everything that had to do with Irene.

It was only about this that he reserved. Because he was afraid, Irene would hate him.

He knew himself too well. If Irene left, he would immediately crash. Even if he touched her lightly, he worried that he would feel her resistance. And the higher the risk, the fear that Noel misunderstood their relationship increased. Noel’s desire for it to be as he wished consumed him.

Naturally, Irene did not know of those fears in Noel’s mind; nor the anxiety within himself he subdued. She didn’t even know that he was holding on to his desire for her.

“I don’t want you to avoid me.”

So she grabbed him, and she kissed him, hoping that even a little bit of his will would be satisfied. However, her actions instead lit a flame in his heart. Her words were a proclamation in this tense atmosphere. She didn’t know what this was foreshadowing. Of course, even that was different from kissing.

But why? Even though she knew what he wanted, she had no fear or desire to run away. Because-

‘Because it’s Noel.’

That was all. It’s ‘Noel’. At this time. If the other party was Noel, she thought anything would be fine.

She wanted to convey that feeling. Since he was a good person to her, she did not have to worry about that.

“…I don’t hate it.”

Irene’s voice subsided strangely. The voice that crossed the silent night came crashing into Noel. So deep that he would never be able to pull it out again.

With her permission, Noel looked at her without saying a word and lowered his posture. He left a light kiss on her lips. Then he bit her earlobe, her chin, and sucked at the nape of her neck.

She was hot. Burning. It felt like her body was about to melt. Her toes curled at his reverent and careful kiss. He worshipped her as his goddess.

He slowly made his way down lower, and his kiss stopped. Then she heard him taking off her clothes. As soon as he came back to her, Irene closed her eyes tightly.

As he continued, her head turned white in front of his hand. Irene, who had her eyes closed, carefully peeled her eyelids open.

As she met his gaze, Irene carved even the smallest detail of him into her eyes.

That night, was the real night between the two. Their bodies overlapped in union under the starry night that passed very slowly and densely.

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//Kyaa finally! <3 I love a man who is all about consent. Consent is sexy.