Chapter 65
Before the server could finish speaking, Sarin emptied all the glasses in front of her. Soon, with the promise of food preparation, the glasses were refilled.
“You seem thirsty from all that sweating,” Owen said, smiling from across the table.
Standing at the apex of a city made of eyes and rain, the man before Sarin seemed like a desert. Everything he touched withered away. His throat felt parched, and every breath he took seemed to swallow the sun, agonizingly. Heat consumed his body.
Owen’s gaze lingered persistently on her dry lips. Despite just having drunk water, Sarin found her mouth dry again and licked her lips.
Even after emptying the second glass, the server didn’t approach. Owen, still not wiping the smile off his lips or touching his own glass, pushed it towards Sarin. The water in the displaced glass rippled. She stared at it as if it were a ripple resonating within her chest.
Thunk.
Startled by the sound of the finger snapping, Sarin lifted her head abruptly. Even in the dim light, his eyes shone brightly. Sarin’s hand trembled as she picked up the glass. The man’s shirt, loosened around the neck from untying his tie, revealed a couple of undone buttons, making the neckline clearer.
Her trembling hand eventually tipped the glass over. The water spilled onto the tablecloth, streaming onto Sarin’s thighs.
“Are you okay?” Owen stood up. The hefty chair slid back soundlessly on the carpet.
Sarin looked up at the towering shadow of the man approaching her. Just as he reached out with a napkin to wipe Sarin’s thighs, she grabbed Owen’s collar. It was the first time Sarin’s hand moved before his.
For a moment, his cold touch felt so chilling that it almost narrowed her forehead. The hand gripping his neck exerted a faint force, but Owen went along willingly. Leaning closer, his bowed torso settled near Sarin’s face.
Their faces came close together as if sharing a secret. “You know what you want,” her whisper was as thin as her.
“What do I want?”
Curiously, Owen asked, prompting Sarin to tightly bite her lips in anxiety, slowly nodding her head.
“Suck, suck it out, please.”
Expecting Owen to laugh at her plea, she thought he would give the answer he wanted to hear. However, he just stared at her quietly, without moving.
Sarin was the only one who had touched and sucked herself in such proximity every time, yet now, she was the one touching the other’s body. Their breaths mingled like a kiss.
There was a scent of mint in each other’s breath.
“Is it really what I want? Not what Lee Sarin wants?”
As they breathed, their eyes met, drowning in each other’s desires.
As the face came close as if to kiss, Sarin closed her eyes for a moment. But what she heard was a wet whisper near her ear. The breath, thick like candy, made her breathless.
It was then that Sarin realized her answer was wrong.
This wasn’t the answer he wanted.
“I… want it,” she finally conceded, eyes closed. The man relentlessly pressed for the answer he desired, arrogantly and presumptuously.
“Well done,” hunger and starvation resonated from him. He no longer hid his desires. Behind the once harmless smile, lay a fierce and wild nature.
Owen took Sarin’s hand off his neck, and as he moistened his fingertips with his lips, he sat at the wet table in front of her.
A tingling warmth emanated from his fingers. With his other hand, he lifted the candle holder on the table and brought it close to Sarin’s face. A small candle burned inside the wine glass-shaped holder. Knowing its significance, she breathed into it instead of Owen.
Huff.
For a moment, darkness crept in. Despite the occasional light from the colorful nightlife outside, they could still distinguish each other. However, as the small light between them disappeared, the atmosphere became more clandestine.
“We might have to postpone dinner a bit,” Owen said, fingers brushing Sarin’s hand against the door. He placed the candle holder back in its place.
“People…”
“Well, if the lights go out, no one will come.”
Perhaps he never intended to dine from the start. Maybe he came here just to see how far he could push the boundaries.
Despite his certainty, Sarin hesitated, feeling as though there were eyes watching them from the depths of that darkness.
Her hesitation was evident in Owen’s eyes.
The tip of her finger was bitten painfully. And with that momentary hesitation gone, Sarin removed her finger from his lips. She hastily pulled up the hem of her skirt, neatly folding it over her knees, and then over her waist. Owen watched with undisguised desire in his golden eyes.
She showed him the untouched territory.
She trembled to the point of shaking her head. This was something Sarin couldn’t even imagine. To lift her own skirt and spread her legs like this. To leave nothing beneath exposed to the cold air.
“Lee Sarin is really beautiful,” he remarked.
With a leisurely yet menacing tone, Owen spoke. He lifted himself from the table, adopting a posture as if preparing to pounce, then slowly knelt on the floor and positioned himself between Sarin’s spread legs.
The scent, tantalizing enough to drive one crazy, sparked appetite. It smelled so delicious that one might think Sarin had come to Eden City to be devoured.
It was a mess from the thighs onward. Everything was slippery and sticky, like poured syrup. Owen’s tongue slowly trailed along Sarin’s white thigh, tasting sweet and tangy, stimulating all senses. Famished as he was, the taste was so intense that he couldn’t resist.
“Sar…” Sarin collapsed into the chair deeply, barely holding onto the edge. It was more difficult for the candy to go in deeper without resting on the edge.
Half of her wished he would withdraw quickly, while the other half wished the sensation, slowly creeping up from below, would last a little longer.
“Oh, Owen. Please, take it out. Ah, I feel like I’m melting inside.”
Sarin uttered words she would never have said under normal circumstances. She felt as if everything below was melting away. Her hand slipped through Owen’s hair, pulling his face closer to her, while his lips desperately sucked at her womanhood.
Suck. Suck. Sip. Slurp.
It was an obscene dining sound.
His tongue covered the flesh above the hole, and he gulped down the flowing liquid. As he sucked forcefully, the tip of the stick came out, chewed on by Owen’s lips. As he lifted his head, a half-melted red candy at the end of the white stick came into view.
The end of the candy was connected to her hole by a long, transparent fluid.
As the neon sign’s light reflected the scene into Sarin’s eyes, her eyelids felt hot.
Completely soaked around his nose and mouth, Owen dropped the candy onto her white thigh like an obedient dog. The sticky part stuck to her skin.
Having served its purpose, the candy was now useless.
He sucked once more at the pouring below. The hole spat out the candy, inviting Owen’s tongue.
The sound of poking into the hole and the insatiable carnal instinct that couldn’t be satisfied with just the tongue reverberated through her abdomen.
With each rough exhalation from Owen, he grazed the sensitive area around her nose.
As he sucked and twisted her swollen clitoris, tightening the hole, she unwittingly let out a moan so loud that it threatened to burst.
“You’ve come so wet and ready.”
Sometimes, Sarin emitted a scent reminiscent of a child or oneself. The same sweet smell now emanated from below, flooding her senses to the point of overwhelming. Owen reached down and unzipped his pants, then ferociously pulled out his enlarged member.
His right hand skillfully gripped the shaft and stroked vigorously.
“Owen, ah…”
Sarin gnawed at her lips, gripping the armrest of the chair so tightly that her fingertips turned white. Her gaze caught glimpses of him pleasuring himself below, and his seemingly enormous member.
While sucking desperately at the bottom, the man was masturbating.
Despite the frighteningly engorged member, she felt dizzy at the thought of him thrusting it recklessly, knowing it would still penetrate. Unable to resist the sexual urge any longer, he stroked his penis rather than forcefully thrusting it, causing her vision to blur.
“Give it to me.”
As Owen received the flowing nectar from the hole, his eyes sparkled. Sarin’s weary head sagged weakly to the side.
“What?”
“Instead… of doing it alone, please put it in for me.”
“You asked to take it out earlier, now you need it filled again?”
Owen’s gaze met Sarin’s hazy eyes. Eventually, she resignedly replied.
“Just do it. You came here to do it anyway.”
Her faint words fueled Owen’s impatience. As the sentence neared completion, a dangerous beast lurked, awaiting its prey.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?”
Owen laughed, not bothering to conceal his menacing grin, at Sarin’s rather clear statement.
