The Butterfly That Swallowed the Fog
Even the cold water had soaked the carpet, yet no one spoke of it.
“Elex.”
Tilia could now coax out an enticing smile without any effort at all. It had become incredibly simple. All she had to do was lift the corners of her lips, letting them curve upward with the desire she held deep within.
“I’ve washed everything.”
Tilia’s slender arms encircled the neck of the man who towered over her, a full head taller. The dampness clinging to her skin had soaked his clothes, but Elex only gazed at her deep green eyes as if nothing whatsoever mattered.
She met those striking golden-gray eyes fixed on her and, without hesitation, ran her tongue slowly across her lips once more.
“Then shall we…?”
Her white feet rose onto the balls of them.
Her swollen red lips drew tantalizingly close to his. In the space of a single breath, Tilia slid past him and whispered against his ear, her voice low and intimate.
“What are you waiting for?”
That single word became the spark.
In an instant, Elex had wrapped his arms around her waist, crushing his lips to hers. The kiss flared with renewed heat, electric and consuming. His strong arms encircled her narrow waist while one large hand tangled in her hair.
More.
Feeling him press deeper inside her, Tilia tightened her grip around his neck, pressing him closer.
More. Give yourself to me. In the way my hunger demands, in the way my darkness craves… give yourself to me.
She wondered vaguely, in the back of her mind, if that sound of a bottle rolling on the floor had come from somewhere else. But it barely registered. Their senses had become utterly attuned, focused solely on each other.
Elex Davenport’s tongue was thick and firm. One might think it strange to attach such a description to a tongue that should have been soft, but there was no other word that could convey how it forced its way inside.
The thick tongue pushed deep, swirling through every corner of her mouth before seizing hers and drawing it out. Then it devoured her in a thousand different ways—sucking, licking, devouring.
“Mmm…!”
His tongue pulled and sucked with such intensity it burned, only to wrap and caress with such tenderness it made her shiver. It felt like he was playing some wicked game with her.
Tilia knew for certain that she was lost to it too. There was no comparison, no doubt—he was an expert at kissing.
She couldn’t help but clutch his hair and pull him closer until their mouths fused completely.
In that dizzying bliss, Elex let out a satisfied hum against her lips.
She was still trying to catch her breath after the overwhelming pleasure of her very first kiss when his hand, still wrapped around her narrow waist, began to drift slowly upward.
Even without looking, she could feel every inch of its path. Hot fingers traced over her skin, leaving burning trails in their wake.
From her waist, over her spine, across her ribs, and up to the sensitive curve just below her breast.
While the hand sheathed in lustful heat gently stroked her flesh and climbed toward her chest, Elex remained utterly still, eyes locked only on her face.
“Ah…”
When his palm finally cupped her breast, Tilia let out a soft cry, her toes curling as if she had been burned.
The way her nipple tightened in the cold was nothing compared to the current racing through her body. She felt her damp thighs rub together without meaning to, a helpless moan escaping her lips.
“Good?”
Elex, who had been sucking and biting at her lips, reacted instantly.
“Good, Tilia?”
Those gray-blue eyes staring back at her were glazed with a strange, overwhelming ecstasy—like a child clutching his first toy for the first time.
At that moment, the demon that had taken root in Tilia’s heart took control once more.
“…Here.”
Releasing his hair, she guided his large hand to the underside of her breast.
“Touch it here.”
Her pale fingers wrapped around his wrist and pressed his hand against her stiff, rosy nipple.
“Touch me… hurt me.”
At the lewd words, Elex’s expression hardened. The boyish thrill on his face moments ago had vanished completely.
Just as she was about to lose herself again—
“Ah!”
Elex’s hand moved with rough, demanding force.
“Hurt you?”
“Ahh…!”
What had been careful before was now rough. The large hand kneaded her entire breast without mercy, the thick fingers sinking between the soft flesh.
The sight was disturbingly lewd.
“Tell me. Pinch the nipple, hurt it?”
“Y-yes…!”
Before she could finish her sentence, Elex lowered his head and took the swollen tip into his mouth.
“Ah!”
He was merciless. He bit and sucked, sharp canines grazing the sensitive peak before pulling hard. His other hand never stopped tormenting her.
The greedy way he abused her untouched breast felt almost cruel.
“Ahh…”
Her white thighs trembled violently as she twisted beneath him. The wetness spreading between her legs felt all too real. She was supposed to hate him, yet here she was, dripping with pleasure.
It didn’t feel real at all. It felt like a dream she would wake up from and never remember—sweat-soaked memories she would rather forget.
“Hic…!”
Elex caught her trying to deny reality and bit down harder just below her areola.
“Where?”
“Ah—stop…!”
He yanked her hip closer, growling, and then ran his tongue soothingly over the bite marks on her reddened breast, eyes lifted defiantly.
“I did exactly what you asked. What’s the problem now?”
With a deliberate smack, he released her. He lightly tapped her thigh.
“Spread them.”
“Spread…?”
Too lost in the haze of arousal, she could barely process what he was saying. She stared at him blankly.
Elex simply looked at her for a moment longer, then slowly slid his long leg between her thighs and gave the one hanging weakly a firm kick. The leg parted instantly, leaving her exposed.
Her face burned crimson with shame and embarrassment.
But even that moment of shame was fleeting.
Tilia looked down at the sticky liquid dripping from between her legs and bit her lip.
Her own arousal.
“You… released this much…?”
Elex asked casually, as if genuinely curious, while gently rolling the swollen nipple between his fingers.
“Or have you been leaking all along?”
His hand, still pinching her nipple lightly, slid lower. The veins on the back of his hand traced down her flat belly, past the sharp curve of her hip, and brushed against the light triangle of hair below.
Her breath hitched sharply.
Artificial lust was cruel. Even in the face of anger, even when she should turn away in shame, it only made her burn hotter.
She wasn’t in her right mind.
Tilia closed her eyes, feeling the saliva pool in her mouth even from his silent touch. She tried to grasp the edge of reason that had descended like a beacon through the haze of desire.
“Just… put it in.”
She spoke through trembling lips, eyes half-lidded and wet.
Elex’s hand stopped moving across her lower belly. His eyes flew open.
“What?”
“Just… put it in.”
Time was running out. Tilia had decided it was better to end this quickly than to prolong the torment. She met his gaze straight on.
“I’m ready. Just… put it…”
“Hmm.”
“Ahh—!”
Before she could finish, Elex pressed his thumb against the slit between her folds.
“Ah… hah…”
“You’re soaking wet already.”
“Ahh—!”
Without warning, a finger slipped into the tight heat inside her. She instinctively grabbed his wrist.
The unfamiliar stretch made her back arch, but Elex soothed the ache with slow, gentle strokes.
“It feels a little too tight for something that’s supposed to fit inside me.”
At the same moment, he curled his middle finger inside her and began circling the swollen bundle of nerves with his thumb.
“Just… a moment… ahh—!”
“I don’t know what kind of idiots have been here before.”
The unexpected intensity made her clutch his wrist with both hands.
His thumb was merciless. It pressed and rubbed with ruthless precision while her own body shook and begged for release. He ignored it completely, continuing to stroke without mercy.
“Must’ve been some useless idiots. This thing’s so tight.”
“Ahh…!”
While he thrust his thick fingers faster and rubbed the spot that made her tremble, he smirked and withdrew his hand.
“Looks like it’s never been used, Tilia.”
Even as he spoke those incomprehensible words, one of his arms felt almost tender.
He swept her up into his arms before she could collapse and carried her toward the bed she had been ignoring until now.