5. Noble
Olens, who had been standing before the study door, took a step toward Evril.
Her dark brown eyes, fixed sharply on him, were deep and shadowed, flickering with black flames like the heart of darkness itself. As their gazes locked, those blazing shadows ignited into pitch-black fire.
Olens gazed at her in silence. Reflected on the surface of her deep dark brown irises was his own image—a razor-sharp predator, ensnared in webs of desire, shuddering and thrashing in helpless frenzy.
His breath grew ragged as their eyes met. He advanced on her again with a bold stride. A strange smile curled at the edges of her neat pink lips as Evril stepped back—but as she knew well, there was only the wall behind her.
Evril drew in a deep breath, her body tensing with anticipation as she straightened proudly. Olens closed in until he loomed right before her, her back pressed to the wall. Their eyes met once more. In that instant, sparks flew from his gaze.
With a soft thud, he enveloped her in his arms, pinning her to the wall and trapping her within his embrace. Pressed tight against his heated body, Evril tilted her head back against the wall, lifting her chin to bare the elegant line of her throat.
From Olens's downward gaze—taller than she—her pale nape flowed gracefully into the hollow of her collarbone, then plunged into the dizzying cleavage of her dress.
Slowly bending his head to press closer, Olens started in surprise. The rich, sweet scent of her body wafted to his nostrils. From the creamy skin so near, an intoxicating musk seeped out. Ripe as succulent fruit, she tempted him with her heady aroma—even standing still with her chin held high, the dark blaze of passion emanating from her body spread outward.
Olens buried his nose between her ear and her hair. Her fragrance enveloped him from all sides, utterly divine. He inhaled deeply, and the scent rising from her skin left him languid, as if floating in midair.
His fingers brushed the strands of hair from her ear. Drunk on the rising perfume where his fingertips touched, his mind reeled in dizzy euphoria. His hand stroked the hair at the back of her head, then caressed her earlobe, trailing down the line of her jaw. Wherever their skin met, a lewd shiver rippled through them. The sensations at his fingertips melted his entire body in mad ecstasy.
Olens traced her cheek delicately with straight fingers, then crooked them to cup her chin and lift it slightly. Her neat pink lips parted temptingly above the slender white jaw. They looked soft, warm, and moist.
He kissed her lightly. Their fevered lips met in scorching contact, just as soft as he'd imagined. Olens grazed over her lips, savoring their tender texture. Then, from between her slightly parted lips slipped a warm tongue, delving into his mouth.
Her quivering, plush tongue entwined sweetly, coiling toward him. Hot breaths mingled as an indescribable pleasure flooded them through their lips—like candy, sweet and serpentine in its supple dance. With every movement, a blooming heat unfurled from deep in his chest. The warmth piercing his body was sweet, aching, tingling—and it burrowed ever deeper.
Desperately craving, it wrapped and sucked at his tongue. Unable to endure the stimulation, Olens pulled back from the kiss for a moment and stared at her. Her lips, flushed red from their kiss and glistening with saliva, parted slightly as they exhaled hot breaths.
He kissed her again, devouring her crimson lips with greedy suction. Tongues and lips alike, he consumed her roughly, as if to swallow her whole. The breaths escaping their joined mouths burned like fire.
Evril leaned her head against the wall as they kissed. Olens broke away from her lips, his mouth drifting to her ear. She felt his scorching breath tickling her earlobe. He nipped it lightly, then teased it with his tongue before drawing it between his lips to suck.
His ragged breathing grew harsher against her ear. The hot lips delivering electric jolts trailed downward along her jaw. His rough breaths washed over the pale nape she'd arched to expose. His searing mouth pressed against her white skin like a heated brand.
Along with the rising heat and heavy breaths at her nape, his hot, rough hands roamed over the creamy valley of her cleavage. When his fevered fingertips touched the rounded flesh compressed within her dress, her mind blurred into haze.
"Hng...."
Olens's lips brushed her cleavage. Evril savored the languid sensation of his hot breath burrowing between her swollen breasts, enveloping her body. His tongue flicked across the damp crevice. At first, saliva brought a tingling warmth, then the cool air raised goosebumps along her spine.
He buried his face deep in her cleavage, inhaling sharply. A dense, intoxicating body scent rose sweeter than any perfume. He plunged his nose into the heady cleft and lapped at the dizzying seam with his tongue.
Evril leaned back against the wall, arching to thrust her breasts forward for him. Her hands encircled the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer to her chest. His nose and cheeks rubbed against her pale mounds.
While lavishing her breasts with his lips, Olens slid the hand that had braced the wall downward, caressing her waist before venturing lower. The curves beneath her dress hem felt vivid against his palm.
"Mm..."
As Evril let out a faint moan, Olens raised one hand to her lips. Even with the study door closed, no sounds could escape—he cupped her jaw gently with his large palm, muffling her. Inside, against his skin, her lips parted, her slick tongue teasing him.
As he slid his palm, he slipped a finger between her lips. Her warm, slippery tongue coiled around it, sucking weakly.
"Mmph, mm..."
Evril sucked at his finger with pursed lips, her voice rising in excitement. Olens looked up at her from where his jaw rested in her cleavage. Her pale hand drew near, pulling her white, rounded breast free from the dress. As it bounced into view, she twisted her own nipple with her fingers. Unable to resist, Olens engulfed the erect pink bud peeking between her white digits.
In the heat of his mouth, her finger and nipple were sucked amid swirling saliva, producing wet, sticky sounds as his tongue worked. Sucking his finger with her tongue while her sensitive breast and nipple were devoured in turn, her whole body ignited. A hot flush bloomed between her thighs.
Inside his warm mouth, her nipple twisted with his tongue, compressed between his lips, then slowly released and rolled—sending jolts to its tip. The finger he'd withdrawn from her breast glistened with saliva. His lips drew in the pink berry, swirling it round with his tongue.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced as he bit down. Evril gasped, swallowing hard and tilting her head back. He released the nipple, wrapping it tenderly with his tongue. Sweet pleasure surged, drenching her below in tingling ecstasy.
Olens continued teasing the hypersensitive bud, nipping lightly with his teeth while tormenting it with the tip of his tongue. His tongue flicked up and down, then broadly cradled the underside. He sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks. Glancing down, she saw his face buried in rapture, utterly entranced.
Watching him, the sensations he wrought spread tingling through her, racing up her spine to her scalp. Evril tensed her quivering vertebrae, pressing her body flush against his and rubbing subtly.
His free hand, still suckling her breast fervently, cupped her rear softly before slipping beneath the dress hem to delve between her thighs.
"Mmph..."
As his hot fingertips trailed inward, parting her damp thicket, Evril moaned low around the finger she sucked. Her strongly pulled nipple throbbed as his warm hand probed her heated, slick core—she clenched her thighs slightly.
Abruptly, his tongue stilled on her nipple, which he held full in his mouth. Olens lifted his dark eyes to meet hers. Their gazes locked; Evril slowly rubbed the finger inside her lips with her tongue tip. Black flames flickered in his dark brown pupils amid the languid dance of her tongue along his digit.
Their eyes exchanged silent heat.
"Mm..."
As the finger slipped from her lips, she let out a reluctant moan. Olens nipped his own lower lip lightly, his eyes narrowing in a soft smile. Then he bent low, disappearing beneath her dress.
Hot breath enveloped her thighs; Evril leaned back against the wall, bracing one leg. Inside the dress, his heated touch caressed her inner thigh. The leg with less tension was slowly lifted by his hand and pressed to the wall.
Shoulders deep against the wall, hips tilted forward at an angle, Evril trembled with lewd anticipation, sensing his presence between her spread thighs beneath the dress.
Olens suddenly got very affectionate.