Don't Keep a Dog in the Garden - Chapter 22

Whisker tilted his head slightly and stood before Cassia with a languid smile hanging at the corners of his lips.

Unlike usual, she couldn’t meet his eyes and let her gaze drift, and long fingers touched her chin.

The touch that lightly lifted Cassia’s chin with the tip of his index finger, and those red eyes curving like a crescent moon, were unbearably seductive.

At Whisker’s calm and relaxed attitude, Cassia coldly brushed his hand away.

After the wedding, as she changed into her nightgown and waited for him, her heart rose and fell from one extreme to the other countless times.

Had there ever been a time when she felt this restless?

Even when she decided to marry, to her, sleeping with him was an ordinary and natural duty that any married couple fulfilled.

Cassia had never once been afraid of a task she had to carry out.

But.

The palm clutching the hem of her white nightgown kept growing damp with sweat.

Not wanting her agitation to show, Cassia spoke with her usual expressionless face.

“You’re still injured. Don’t think about anything else for the time being.”

It wasn’t wrong. It had only been about a month since he was gravely wounded and barely survived.

Though he possessed such astonishing recovery that her physician Marsilla even called him a research subject.

Whisker bared his neat teeth in a wide smile, then drooped his brows and feigned weakness.

“How cruel. If you knew how long I’ve been waiting for today, you wouldn’t say that.”

Even if he hadn’t recovered from his injuries, he wouldn’t have given up tonight.

Whisker very lightly lifted Cassia in his arms.

Before she could even struggle in surprise, he gently set her down on the bed as if she were a feather.

Cassia looked up at him from below, her golden eyes wide.

The unfamiliarity of the angle made impatience surge, but Whisker swallowed and endured.

Because the neat hem of her nightgown, so like her, was crumpled in her slender hand.

As he slowly lowered his head, those eyes like small suns busily moved between Whisker’s eyes and lips.

He barely held back a laugh because it was so adorable.

If he laughed now, it seemed she would push him away.

At first, it was a light touch.

A playful kiss that made a soft sound. At the sudden, accidental-like contact, Cassia blinked.

He ended up smiling because she was so lovely.

The beautiful and dignified Grand Duchess of Diorent. The satisfaction that he might be the only one who had ever seen her blush warmed his insides.

Letting out quiet chuckles, he kissed her cheek. Her round cheekbone, the tip of her cute nose, then her full lips again.

This time, it was neither short nor light.

Lips crushed against lips, rubbed, swallowed, then bit down and released.

Whisker’s left hand sank into Cassia’s black hair and cupped the back of her head.

Unable to turn her head to avoid him, his tongue slipped between her lips as if searching for a path.

Without realizing it, Cassia raised her hand and pushed at Whisker’s shoulder.

The large body trapping Cassia didn’t move, and Whisker’s tongue, which had pushed in between her teeth, caught the tip of her tongue as it tried to escape.

“Hng.”

Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, a hurried breath escaped as sound.

The moment that short sound reached his ears, a sharp thrill ran down Whisker’s nape.

With the right arm bearing his weight, he wrapped an arm around Cassia’s waist and pressed close to her.

As that unfamiliar weight settled on her, Cassia’s restless movements transmitted through his whole body.

His mind felt like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

Cassia, for her part, couldn’t gather herself either.

Whisker’s lips were rough, tender, urgent, and relentless.

Breath crossed with breath, tongues tangled and parted, and the unfamiliar rush was melting her ice-cold reason.

“Haah. Ha, w-wait.”

Out of breath, Cassia turned her head in the brief gap when Whisker’s lips parted.

Tracing along her cheek and jaw as she caught her breath, Whisker moved his lips and lightly bit her small earlobe.

“Ah.”

At the small moan, Whisker, already worked up, carefully licked along the rim of her ear and let out a sigh-like groan.

“Ha. Cassia….”

“Ah. Hng.”

Cassia’s shoulders trembled as she twisted her body.

His breath and voice pierced her eardrum and felt like they were licking through her mind.

Whisker’s large hand, which had slid up from her waist along her side, grasped her breast over the fabric.

The fullness that filled his hand made him restless.

He wanted to strip off the gown at once and touch her bare breasts. He wanted to take them into his mouth.

Cassia, to whom everything was unfamiliar, looked up at him with a confused expression.

He cupped her breast with a slow, suggestive pressure, then rubbed her nipple with the tip of his finger.

When he pinched and released the nipple that rose stiffly, not painfully, Cassia covered her mouth with the back of her hand and twisted her waist.

Whisker pushed his right hand inside Cassia’s gown, which was already rolled up to her thighs, and with his left hand pulled away the arm covering her mouth.

“Make a sound. I want to hear it.”

“No. Hng. Ah.”

Cassia knit her brows and bit her moist lower lip.

He lowered his lips onto hers, and the hand that had been climbing up her thigh and waist returned to her chest.

At the sensation of skin against skin, Cassia twisted her waist again.

With her writhing beneath him, Whisker felt like he was going mad.

He pulled Cassia’s gown up over her head.

Her black hair spilled across the bed, and her white shoulders, white breasts, and deep pink areolae dazzled his eyes.

Cassia crossed her arms over her chest to cover her naked body from his gaze, her face flushing.

“It’s too bright.”

It was a problem that her body was shown so clearly, but it was also a problem that his expression was too vividly visible.

She didn’t know how to respond to the look on his face, as if he were completely entranced, and all she could think about was how embarrassed she felt.

Whisker, intoxicated by the visual stimulus, didn’t understand her words for a moment.

Only when Cassia turned onto her side and completely avoided his gaze did he grasp what she meant.

Raising his body, Whisker extinguished three of the four lamps lighting the room.

With only the lamp farthest from the bed left lit, the room sank into a dim darkness.

As he returned to the bed, Whisker pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside.

Seeing Cassia, who had already covered her body with the blanket at some point, he let out a short laugh.

Climbing onto the bed, he bent down and pressed a kiss to the top of her foot.

He caught her slender ankle as it tried to pull away and kissed along her calf and knee.

He pushed his body between her legs and caught the knot of the last piece of underwear between his teeth, tugging at it.

Startled, Cassia raised her upper body and grabbed at the loosened string.

Whisker lifted his head, a mischievous smile forming, and pressed his lips to her unguarded mouth.

Pressing her down with his body, he laid her back again and devoured her without restraint. Her lips that were now gradually accepting him, the neck already marked with red traces, and the straight, prominent collarbones.

And her firm, soft breasts and the small, hardened nipples.

“Ah.”

Cassia threw her head back and arched her waist.

As her lower body moved, it brushed against his massively erect member.

“Mm.”

Whisker let out a low sound through his nose and took the other nipple into his mouth.

He wanted to rub against her. He wanted to push in and thrust.

His urgent hands stripped away the last scrap of fabric, stroked along her thighs, then grasped her hips.

Cassia arched her waist again.

Between her legs, now spread wide open, Whisker lowered his lips.

Passing through the dark curls, he was about to savor her most intimate bud when Cassia, startled, raised her body and pushed his head away.

“W-what are you doing? I don’t like that.”

“Just a moment.”

“I don’t like it there….”

“It’s okay.”

Even as Whisker tried to soothe her with a pleading expression, Cassia shook her head.

It would be better to prepare her properly, but since she didn’t want it, he had no choice.

Whisker kissed her as if to calm her.

Her tongue, still darting away, was cute and lovely, but when he devoured her greedily and then briefly let go, the breath she let out in short gasps was unbearably stimulating.

He licked her small earlobe, then lightly bit it.

“Ahh.”

At the uncontrollable moan, Whisker’s right hand began to grope over the soft curls between her legs.

His fingers slid along the slick groove and rubbed her small bud in slow circles.

Cassia’s head tilted back, and her waist lifted.

“Mm… what are you—ah.”

As his fingers rubbed subtly at first, then gradually increased their speed, Cassia’s hips began to move again and again.