Maylily - Chapter 66

For a moment, she was flustered by the unexpected command. Then Maylily carefully reached out toward the Count of Everscourt. There was no reason she shouldn’t be able to do something he always did so casually. Yet, unlike that resolute thought, her fingertips trembled as if a chill had run through them.

Fumbling, she unbuttoned his coat, then slipped her hands under his shoulders and pushed it back. The count drew his arms out of the sleeves and set the coat down beside him. The waistcoat came off in the same way.

For some reason, Maylily’s heart pounded even more wildly than when the count had undressed her. Drawing in a deep breath, she removed the pin holding his smooth ascot tie in place and began to loosen the knot.

The whole time, the count stared at her openly as if admiring her face, his palm slowly stroking along the narrow small of her back. Whenever he brushed the sensitive spot at her side, Maylily flinched, struggling to hold back a moan, but that hot touch didn’t stop.

When she hurriedly removed the ascot and then the suspenders in turn and their eyes met, the count’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard. His gaze looked as if he might pounce on Maylily and kiss her at any moment, yet he still reclined lazily against the sofa.

“Cufflinks.”

When she hesitated, the count quietly told Maylily the next step. She removed the emerald cufflinks glittering brilliantly at his wrists and tugged the hem of his shirt out over his trousers.

Crossing his arms, the count grabbed hold of it and pulled the shirt off over his head. The body revealed beneath was so smooth and beautiful it looked like a marble carving of a god from myth.

Thick, straight collarbones and shoulder blades. Below them, his chest and stomach were covered with well-shaped muscle, giving him an even more robust and imposing impression than when he was dressed. Heat poured off the body haloed by the reddened sunset at his back, warming Maylily’s cheeks.

In a daze, Maylily very cautiously and slowly ran her hand over his wide, solid shoulders. The feel under her slender fingertips was firmer and more tightly packed than it even looked.

Somehow, her vision swam a little.

She had thought that at least in the moment they faced each other in their bare, natural state, the balance between them might even out a little.

But confronted with a body so endlessly large and strong compared to her own, all Maylily could feel was the unbridgeable gap in power between herself and the count. As if she were standing before an enormous wave no mere human body could stand against.

“Why that face?”

At the soft voice that slipped into her consciousness, Maylily snapped out of her thoughts. The count was looking at her with gentle eyes.

The color of the sea she had dreamed of. In this situation, she didn’t want to meet those eyes whose color still made her heart race.

The hot hand suddenly slid under her skirt and stroked up her thigh just as Maylily turned her head to avoid those eyes.

“I’d like to get down now.”

Startled, Maylily’s hips jerked, and the count grabbed both her thighs in a tight grip.

“No.”

“Please let me go down. Let’s do it like- like last time.”

When Maylily kept squirming restlessly, the count pressed her thighs down even more forcefully. Her bottom was pushed so hard against his fully hardened length that it hurt.

“Stop. That’s enough pouting.”

At that strength, Maylily finally gave in and went still. Taking one hand out from under her skirt, the count grasped the chin of Maylily, who had turned her head to the side, and made her meet his gaze.

“Maylily.”

“….”

“Today I’m going to have you like this.”

The count, filling her wavering, water-colored eyes, smiled until his long dimples sank deep. While Maylily sat stunned for a moment by that breathtakingly beautiful smile, his large hand under her skirt slid up her soft thigh and parted the slit at the center of her drawers.

“Nngh.”

Startled by the strange sensation created by the fingers slipping between her thighs, which had long been soaked and slick, Maylily bit her lip and swallowed her moan.

“Make a sound.”

When she disobeyed, the fingers stirring her tender flesh moved more and more insistently. Maylily’s slender fingertips gripping the count’s broad shoulders turned white. As she squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, the veins on the back of the hand gripping her jaw stood out sharply.

“If you keep holding back your moans like that, you’ll strain your throat. Maylily, it’d be a shame if your voice got ruined, wouldn’t it?”

Struck precisely at her weak spot, Maylily gave in to the count once again. The high moan that escaped her lips, freed from being stifled, began to echo through the cabin filled with red heat.

“Haah… ahh!”

Each time the Count of Everscourt lifted and dropped Maylily’s buttocks with both hands, it was as though yellow and red sparks burst before her eyes. When the rattling of the train running along the tracks joined in, the sparks flared even brighter.

“Count, slower… huh… please….”

The deep, pounding thrusts into her lower belly made her feel like she might lose her mind. Maylily clutched tightly onto the count’s shoulders and tried to tense her trembling thighs to make the depth shallower.

“Relax, Maylily.”

But every time, the count drove her down mercilessly onto his core. Even in the moment when she was on top, it was still the count who ruled over their relationship. The dizzying sensations that bloomed through the pain of being relentlessly filled shot up her spine again and again, piercing straight into her brain.

The wet, splashing sounds, like a puddle being stirred, mixed with the metallic noise of the train bathed in the red glow of sunset. Maylily’s flushed breasts bounced sharply up and down in rhythm.

Hugh bent low and took one of her ripe nipples into his mouth. Even though he knew it shouldn’t be possible, it was sweet, like a fully ripened fruit.

“Mmh….”

When he sucked harder, Maylily arched her back and let out a sensual moan. Continuing to fill her again and again while touching her in the same way, Hugh, still unsatisfied, bit down lightly with his teeth.

Maylily cried out in a sound that was almost a scream and threw her head back. The golden hair that slid down her slender shoulders shimmered with streaks of scarlet light.

Inside, she was still as tight as the first time. Her slick inner walls gripped Hugh’s shaft without a gap and pulled him deeper.

Whenever Maylily tensed her legs, the stimulation doubled. She seemed to be trying to control the depth, unaware that it only drove him madder.

The train rushing toward the early summer evening felt like a massive furnace, the air heavy and hot. Engulfed in the untimely heat, their sweat-drenched bodies gleamed with a sensual sheen. Their fluids mingled on each other’s skin in wild, unrestrained disarray.

“Look at me, Maylily.”

Hugh ordered the woman who kept avoiding his gaze. When she glanced briefly into his eyes then turned away again, he thrust up into her with all his strength. The sweat gathered on his forehead slid down along his temple.

“Ah…!”

“Ugh.”

With each deeper, harsher movement, their uneven moans burst out at once. When Maylily still didn’t meet his eyes, Hugh repeated the same motion over and over, as though punishing her.

“Ahh, Count… please, stop….”

Maylily’s eyes, framed by damp lashes that fluttered slowly, finally met Hugh’s. In them burned a vivid desire, clear even through the haze of heat and pleasure.

“I… like you so much, Hugh.”

In the scorching tightness that made it feel like his throat was closing, Hugh pulled Maylily into his arms and reached his climax.

With a rough groan, the pleasure burst from him like molten lava, enveloping his entire body in heat. Maylily’s body, limp and weak, collapsed helplessly onto his chest. The faint tremors that lingered between her legs spilled down in a rush of warm liquid that soaked Hugh.

Taking a deep breath, Hugh held Maylily close and pressed his lips to the crown of her head. From the fragile body gasping against him, the vivid thrum of her heartbeat pulsed sharply through his chest.

In this moment, with their hearts pressed together, Hugh finally felt as though he possessed her completely. A tidal wave of intense ecstasy surged through him, incomparable to the mere act of releasing desire that their previous coupling had been.

That wave swept away the unpleasant emptiness that had hung over his heart like a shadow since that night. At last, everything within Hugh’s world returned to its rightful place.