Cry, Even Better If You Beg

Chapter 82: Lie

Once Matthias was content she was fully clean, he tossed the used cloth into the silver basin, before tucking himself behind Leyla, and hugged her back to his chest. It was crystal clear to him that he’d left marks against her porcelain skin. He opted out of covering them with a blanket, wanting to admire her body some more as the warmth from the fireplace adequately kept the biting cold away.

She was sleeping soundly in his arms, and he couldn’t help but admire the hickeys left on her body. They had been fading since, and he made sure to mark the same spots as before.

She shuddered when a strong gust of wind breezed past them, before snuggling closer into him, letting out a satisfied smile when he tightened his arms around her. Still, she remained asleep.

Matthias continued to pet her, rubbing some friction on her skin whenever she’d shiver, and smiled to himself when she’d calm down at his touch. It was nice seeing her so content with him for a change, even if she was asleep.

His hands drifted down, snaking past her waist and down between her legs.

Leyla frowned when he brushed up against her still sensitive nub, and her eyes fluttered open, looking over her shoulder to glare at him. “Stop!” she hissed, trying to twist away from him, causing Matthias to chuckle in amusement.

“I said stop! We’ve done enough already!”

She grabbed tightly onto his wandering wrist and pulled it away from her nether regions and glared back at him in defiance. Even now, he still confused her by the sudden changes in the way he’d treat her back and forth.

There had been previous times they had gone on for more than just one round, but Leyla loved to forget it, quickly washing the memories off her mind whenever she’d shower once she got home.

It wasn’t that having sex was painful for her, in fact it was the opposite that made her worry.

It was getting increasingly difficult to deny herself the pleasure she was feeling during the activities. And every time they’d do it, she found her body more and more into it.

Fortunately, Matthias did stop attempting to push his fingers into her, instead wrapped his arms around her waist, while casually tucking her head against the nape of his neck as he turned her body towards him.

They were both locked into an intense stare-off with one another, making her look so petite compared to him. She was looking up at him with wide eyes, as a blush rose on her cheeks by how close they were.

He was looking at her with those soft eyes once more. And it made her heart skip a reluctant beat.

His hands moved back to her waist, giving her a gentle squeeze. He hiked himself up, and looked down on her face, tracing her features with a finger, before pulling away when he saw it made her uncomfortable.

“Come with me to the capital.” he whispered softly to her, a twinkling look in his eyes as though he was begging her to say yes. His hand stroked at her gently as Leyla refused to believe it was anything but a demand from him.

“Why should I?” she asked rather harshly, narrowing her eyes at him in contempt. It must be increasingly difficult for him to keep his mistress in Arvis, especially with the wedding drawing closer.

He probably wanted to move her quickly to the capital too, which would be best to do while he’s not yet tied down to Claudine.

“I remember you told me once you wanted to go to college there.” he supplied helpfully, and Leyla couldn’t help but scoff at him.

“So what? You want to send me off to college?” she asked incredulously, and Matthias nodded without a second to hesitate.

“If you wished to, I would.”