History at the Library

“It’s broad daylight, Vivian.”

“I suppose that’s so?:

“And this is the study sofa.”

“We’ll burn more passionately.”

“I did say you could ask me if you had any questions, but don’t you have any questions on the direction of the novel, or about each other since we’re lovers now, or do you have no thoughts on going through such a process in the first place?”

“Weren’t we in an impure relationship?”

Vivian grabbed Aidan’s shoulder and slowly leaned down. Though it was an action that seemed to match the level of the gaze of the person that sat on the sofa, it was actually a very explicit seduction.

The white flesh just under the plunging neckline of her dress shook. “There’s only one thing we need to get to know about each other right now.”

“…….”

“If you’re truly confused, why don’t you try it first.” Right, she was this kind of woman.

At the discreet whispers, Aidan’s throat moved bobbed as his eyes filled with hunger. Who could reject her? The vague fear that he’d cross a line he hadn’t meant to meltdown in sultry heat.

He licked his lips. His voice cracked without reserve and flowed out. “It’s my fault for expecting a romantic atmosphere from you.”

He took hold of Vivian’s chin, who’d wandered on top of him as she willed, and turned it towards himself. Behind Aidan’s calm expression prowled blunt sexual hunger.

“I tried to be generous towards you at first.”

Vivian observed that his eyes had turned red so she lightly kissed his eyes. In response, his breathing grew rougher. The blue eyes which closed and opened, as though they tried to adjust to her person, slowly grew cloudy.

“Your eyes…….”

They seem to have changed.

Before Vivian could continue her words, he entirely swallowed her soft, parted lips. He sucked on her lower lip and soon pushed his way in. Their tongues naturally tangled with each other.

Vivian clenched at Aidan’s clothes. Just like before, whenever his tongue touched any part of her, it sent electric shocks throughout her entire body – it was to the point where her toes started to curl. It was as though everywhere it brushed past became an erogenous zone. She had briefly wondered why she responded in such a sensitive manner, but it turned out his hands weren’t able to stay still and continuously touched her sensitive parts.

Those hands held the back of her head as though she was a fragile ceramic that could easily break into pieces. Those same hands had moved downwards roughly and recklessly touched the back of her neck and passed around her shoulders as if he were drawing them.

The rough touch of his calluses sent shivers down her spine. When Aidan, who had always gracefully withdrawn, turned so explicitly predatory, it was Vivian instead who was flustered.

She had thought she’d be able to respond in kind thanks to her one and only experience in kissing, but that was merely her imagination. It was difficult to follow his rough, rushed movements, let alone respond.

If one was to compare between the first kiss and the kiss right now, they were as different as calm ripples and heavy, rough waves. He frantically pressed deeper into her the moment their tongues met. Aidan entered her mouth roughly like rough waves. He chewed her lower lip and forcibly opened and entered her mouth. They had merely kissed, but it felt as though they were involved in rough sex.

“Hng.”

Vivian let out a moan she just couldn’t manage to swallow and closed her eyes tightly. No matter where he touched with her tongue, her entire body shivered in shock  – enough to make her toes curl. Perhaps it was because she had been overly excited, but it felt as though her ears were filled with soft auditory hallucinations. Her saliva, which she barely wasn’t able to swallow, dripped down her chin.

She shivered like an herbivore in the hunger-filled grasp of a predator. Vivian was so enticed to the point she was unable to identify if she shivered in fear or not, and in that process, her chiffon dress slipped downwards in a clearly purposeful action.

The chilly air-kissed her shoulders, but before she could even think about that, Vivian was occupied with the rough, pressuring kiss that clouded her mind. The numbing sensation as their tongues brushed against each other was so satisfying that she just couldn’t stop.

(T/N: I swear I lost at least 20 years of my life up to this point from second-degree embarrassment of Vivian’s words and actions. T^T I don’t think I have any immunity towards any of this yet.) (E/N: Vivian needs some milk |_| )