Chapter 71
Diana’s eyes widened at the sudden touch. She looked at him for a moment, blinking a few times before lowering her gaze.
Seeing how easily she allowed him to come closer, Harold’s throat rumbled with a deep sound. His warm breath impatiently brushed against her as he leaned in. Soon, he tasted the familiar sweetness he had savored many times under the guise of treatment. It felt like his mouth was filled with honey.
Harold placed his hand behind Diana’s head, pulling her in as if he wanted to steal every breath she had.
Through their connected lips, a soothing warmth seeped into his body, flowing through his veins and calming his thirst. A deep, satisfied sigh slipped through his lips.
But it wasn’t enough.
It was nowhere near enough.
To quench the desire he had long suppressed, this was far from sufficient.
Harold pressed his thumb against her chin, parting her lips slightly, and deepened the kiss.
Though he had kissed her several times before for ‘treatment,’ his actions were uncharacteristically rough and impatient this time. He moved clumsily, unlike his usual composed self. Whenever Diana pressed against his arm, he would slow down, allowing her to adjust—only to become impatient again moments later.
Feeling her body weaken, Diana placed her hand on the bed to support herself.
Harold glanced at her delicate fingers, then swiftly wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her close. Off balance, her small frame pressed firmly against his strong body.
“Uh…?”
Diana gasped softly. Her tightly shut eyes fluttered open briefly before she quickly closed them again.
Harold lowered her onto the bed, encasing her in his arms. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled her scent—intoxicating and warm.
As he gazed at her pale, soft skin, he licked his lips before lowering his head to kiss her again.
At that moment, Diana’s arms wrapped around his neck.
“…!”
Harold’s eyes bobbed as he swallowed hard. His tense jaw clenched, and his lips parted slightly.
His mouth suddenly felt unbearably dry.
Letting out a quiet, husky chuckle, he ran a hand through his hair.
“…This is driving me crazy.”
Such a small gesture from her, yet it made his thirst even worse.
Diana’s delicate lashes quivered as she opened her eyes slightly. Her blue eyes, hazy with emotions, reflected his face. A single tear, barely held back, trailed down her cheek.
Harold’s fingers pressed firmly against the back of her head.
“Harold…?”
She was about to ask what was wrong when he captured her lips again.
“…!?”
Diana gasped, her voice muffled as Harold deepened the kiss.
“Mm….”
Her brows knitted together as another tear slid down her cheek.
Harold’s throat moved as he swallowed, a slow smile curling his lips.
No matter how many times he tasted her, it was never enough.
If anything, his thirst only grew stronger.
His body pulsed with overwhelming heat, his heartbeat pounding so hard it felt like it might burst through his chest.
With a low chuckle, he thought to himself—he had been worried he wouldn’t be able to hold back, and now, it was proving true.
Harold nipped her lower lip playfully before lifting his head slightly. His voice was smooth and teasing.
“Diana, don’t you have something to tell me?”
She blinked in confusion.
“…No?”
“Are you sure?”
“Really, I don’t.” She tilted her head, frowning slightly. “Wait, didn’t you ask me this before? Am I forgetting something?”
She looked genuinely puzzled.
“Can’t you just tell me what it is? I really don’t remember.”
Was she truly clueless, or was she pretending not to know because she wanted to confess during their upcoming trip?
Harold suppressed the growing impatience in his expression. He gently stroked her hair and murmured,
“I don’t know either. But looking at your face, it seems like there’s something you want to say.”
“…Me?”
“Yes, you.”
“I don’t think so…” Diana muttered, touching her cheek as if trying to understand what he meant.
Her face was as blank as a fresh canvas.
Harold’s grip around her waist tightened slightly.
Diana inhaled sharply, her breath hitching. The way her body tensed for a brief moment before heat flushed through her again—it was impossible not to notice.
A smirk played on Harold’s lips as he watched her reaction.
“Uh, if we’re done with all this… can we just go to sleep now?”
Diana clutched at his arm, her wide eyes darting around as if looking for an escape. Trapped in his arms, she wore a helpless expression.
“Harold! Let’s just go to sleep!”
“No.”
Where do you think you’re going?
Harold pulled her even closer, pressing his body firmly against hers.
Diana’s face turned bright red.
Harold slowly traced his fingers along her spine, sending a wave of warmth through her.
“Harold….”
Her voice trembled as she called his name.
As if that was a signal, Harold captured her lips again. His fingers moved softly along her ear and then brushed her neck’s reddish flesh.
Just like he was losing control, he wanted to make her unable to resist too.
Her blue eyes shimmered with heat, her lips slightly parted.
By now, her face wasn’t the only thing turning red—her neck and shoulders had flushed as well. The scent of soap mixed with her natural fragrance, making his hunger grow stronger.
Harold swallowed hard before lowering his head.
“…!”
A surprised sound escaped her lips as he pressed a soft bite against her neck.
Diana’s gaze met his once more—both filled with the same burning intensity.
Just as Harold wanted Diana, she wanted him too.
They were both longing for each other.
Harold gently wiped away a tear that was about to fall from her lashes and whispered,
“Do you feel like telling me now?”
“…No.”
“…….”
So, she was really planning to confess only during the trip. Harold pressed his lips together in frustration.
What should he do about this?
As he absentmindedly touched his earlobe, his hand traced down her jawline, brushing against the soft, flushed skin of her neck. His rough thumb moved as if trying to leave a mark on her sensitive skin. But with her divine power, any trace of him disappeared almost instantly.
Harold’s gaze darkened further.
Maybe I should just do it first.
…Yes, I’ll do it.
“Diana.”
I like you.
A shy voice suddenly tickled his ear.
“Hm?”
I’ve always wanted to confess first to the person I love.
Harold slowly closed his eyes, then reopened them.
The veins on the back of his hand stood out as he clenched his fist. Without waiting any longer, he kissed her, urgently and desperately.
Even as their lips met, the thirst inside him wouldn’t fade. Without breaking the kiss, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bracelet.
He fastened it around her wrist.
Diana’s eyelashes fluttered for a brief moment in surprise, but she quickly refocused on their kiss.
A soft sound filled the air as their lips finally parted.
Harold pulled away and got off the bed.
Diana, still breathless and dazed, watched him step away and called out in confusion,
“…Where are you going?”
“Go to sleep. I’m going to take a shower and come back.”
A shower? Diana thought about the faint scent of soap on him and frowned.
“Didn’t you already take one?”
Harold paused, turned his head slightly, and smirked.
“Diana, you felt it too.”
Felt? Felt what?
“…Ah.”
Realization hit her, and she quickly looked away, refusing to lower her gaze.
A deep, amused chuckle echoed through the room, making her whole body heat up.
“Go to sleep.”
Harold left the room, and Diana, suddenly aware of a cool sensation on her wrist, lowered her arm to check.
She stared at the platinum bracelet, particularly at the gemstone in the center.
Her lips parted slightly in awe.
“…It’s the same.”
The color of the gem was the exact same shade as Harold’s eyes.
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