RVMPT Chapter 81

Chapter 81

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“…!”

Harold’s eyes widened.

His Adam’s apple bobbed under the moonlight. Then, he gave a sly smile.

“Diana, what you just said… It doesn’t sound like you just want to sleep.”

“You’re right. I didn’t mean sleep-sleep.”

“…”

“Harold, sleep with me.”

Harold’s expression changed rapidly. It was the first time I’d seen so many emotions on his face all at once.

Was my words really that shocking? He used to ask me repeatedly if I had anything I wanted to say, like he wanted me to give him permission for something. Well, I didn’t expect myself to say this either.

Thinking that it must’ve been sudden for him, I smiled bashfully.

If he doesn’t believe me, I’ll just make him believe.

I stepped up to him and sat on his thigh, placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Dia—”

I didn’t let him finish saying my name.

His voice was swallowed by my kiss.

I felt him freeze up slightly. I smiled with my eyes, enjoying the fact that he was flustered this time—it was usually me in that position.

I tried to imitate what Harold used to do to me. The way he pushed me, how he ignited his desire.

I gently touched him, and a deep growl rose from his throat.

When I glanced up, something seemed to snap in his eyes. Huh…?

‘But I haven’t even done anything yet.’

I didn’t have time to be confused. His heat, hotter than mine, rushed into me.

His breath tangled with mine, so hot it made my toes curl.

Harold held my waist tightly, like he wanted to devour me whole.

His touches made it hard to breathe. I grabbed onto his strong shoulders, my fingers digging in.

I felt tightness in my belly and a thirst so deep it hurt.

‘This started because I wanted to help Harold feel better.’

But now, so soon after touching him, desire had completely taken over my original intention.

It was hard to tell if my goal was to help him or if it was just Harold himself.

‘Does it matter?’

Whether I wanted him for comfort or out of desire, both feelings were mine—and they wouldn’t change what we were doing now.

So maybe… maybe tonight, I could just enjoy it.

I opened my eyes slightly and looked at Harold.

His black hair was messy, and even covered by my hair, his forehead looked handsome. His eyes, under thick lashes, were deep and captivating. Sharp nose, full lips, smooth yet masculine jawline. And his strong body…

There wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t attractive. If he weren’t terminally ill, or if he didn’t have problems being close to women, how many women would be after him?

Surely no one would leave him alone.

Thinking that made my feelings feel more normal.

‘Yeah. Let’s just enjoy tonight.’

I smiled gently and relaxed my eyes.

Instead of gripping his shoulders, I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning into him like I was letting myself fall into a whirlpool.

Then Harold’s hand slowly moved up my back. He traced the edge of my ear with his finger and licked my lower lip slowly.

“Huh!?”

I squeezed my eyes shut at the sudden sensation.

When I opened them again, I met his deep navy eyes. He smiled like a fox, his lips curled, then gently bit my chin with his sharp teeth.

“Diana, you really drive me crazy.”

This time, he nibbled on my earlobe. It tickled like being nipped by a puppy—but since it was Harold, it didn’t feel cute. More like being licked before being eaten by some huge sea monster.

Then, in a low and rough whisper, he spoke right next to my ear:

“Didn’t expect to hear that line first. Well, the order doesn’t matter…”

His hand ran through my hair and gently grabbed the back of my head. A few strands were pulled slightly.

“This is a problem.”

Suddenly, my view flipped upside down.

“It’s harder to hold back now.”

I felt a slight sting where some of my hair was pulled. Now lying on the bed, I looked up at Harold.

He gently pressed his forehead to mine. His breath brushed my cheek, making my skin tingle.

His dark blue eyes were filled with burning heat. The shadows under his lashes felt like a net trapping me.

“Diana, don’t you have anything to say to me?”

I had already said everything I wanted to say to him, so I didn’t understand what he was asking.

Feeling confused, I asked him back instead.

“Harold, do you have something to say to me?”

A small crease appeared on Harold’s usually smooth forehead. He stayed silent for a while, like he was holding something back.

Then, he gently bit the tip of my nose and replied,

“I do have something to say.”

“What is it?”

Instead of answering right away, Harold leaned back a little.

As his face moved away, I started noticing other things—like how his nightgown was a bit undone, and his toned muscles peeked through like broken pieces of chocolate…

I felt dazed, like a sailor lured by a siren. Then Harold gently rubbed under my eye.

“You slept uncomfortably in that cave yesterday, and today you haven’t rested at all.”

He was right. I had hidden from assassins in a cave the night before and had a long, exhausting day. Even after returning to the mansion, I couldn’t sleep because of everything on my mind.

But I wasn’t the only one who stayed up. If anything, Harold was probably more tired than me.

‘Did he get any sleep after we got back?’

He’d been in the dungeon, interrogating the assassins. Aside from dinner, I hadn’t seen him all day, so I had no idea if he even took a nap.

‘Even if he did, he must still be exhausted. Maybe we should talk about this later…?’

Before I could decide, Harold asked me,

“You won’t regret this? If you want to stop, now’s the time.”

The word “regret” really struck a nerve and made me feel uneasy.

“I didn’t say that out of hesitation.”

I’d thought about it—maybe not for long, but enough.

Even if I end up regretting this someday, I’m ready to face it.

“I’ll take full responsibility for what I said and did, Harold.”

I spoke clearly and firmly, wanting him to feel how serious I was.

“Then, you’re saying you won’t stop?”

“Yes.”

Harold slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again. He moved his hand away from under my eye.

Then, his lips curled into a satisfied smile.

“That’s good to hear.”

He untied the belt of his nightgown.

“Because even if things get hard, I don’t think I could stop halfway.”

“…What?”

His gown slipped off onto the bed. Moonlight shone over his wild, masculine body.

In that moment, I realized this wasn’t what I had expected at all—and a chill ran down my spine.

‘He’s not going to stop? Wait, what exactly… and how far…?’

Every instinct in me screamed to run.

Then I felt the weight of his body over mine.

“Please, Diana.”

“W-wait a second!”

“Take good responsibility for me.”

And then, he devoured my lips.

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