I Was Meant to Be the Evil Wife, But the Cold Marquis Fell for Me - Chapter 45

“—May I touch you?”
“Yes.”

Leivis’s fingers brushed Liliana’s hair.

The gentle caress filled her with both ticklishness and joy. His gaze upon her made her blush.

His fingers traced her ear, her cheek. She closed her eyes.

When he drew her close, her body stiffened. Then relaxed as his heartbeat reached her, steady and strong.

It sounded so loud to her.

“Liliana.”

Her name whispered at her ear made her raise her face. Their eyes met. His golden brilliance seemed to draw her in.

His thumb touched her lips.

“I am not patient.”

She understood his intent. Her heart nearly burst. She clutched the magic crystal in her hand, closed her eyes tightly.

“Yes…”

Her voice trembled, but she nodded with resolve.

“…If you dislike it, tell me. To be hated by you would wound me.”

She opened her eyes. His face was earnest. Her tension eased.

—It was fine. She need not fear.

“Yes… but I will be fine. Anything from you would make me happy.”

Even his touch brought only joy. She wanted to accept all of him.

“Teach me more of yourself, Leivis…”

His hand covered hers, holding the crystal. Their fingers intertwined, palms pressed together.

She closed her eyes. Their lips met.

A gentle kiss—yet her heart pounded wildly, something bursting inside her.

His lips were soft yet firm, their warmth spreading heat through her chest.

—Then they parted.

She had thought a kiss was only lips touching. But it was so joyous.

Her cheeks burned, her body flushed. Embarrassed, she tried to pull away.

But she could not. His arms around her, his hand clasping hers, held her fast.

He noticed her hesitation.

“…Liliana?”

Her heart jumped at his voice.

“N-no, it’s just… more intense than I imagined…”

Her breath came fast. His heat ignited her body. Her magic responded to his, her body as well.

“…Shall we stop for now?”
“N-no, please… continue…”

He closed his eyes briefly, inhaled deeply.

“Liliana…”

He touched her cheek, tracing her face with trembling fingers. His expression held tenderness and passion. Her heart raced again.

His golden eyes captured hers. The crystal between their hands pulsed.

Their lips met again. This time deeper, firmer.

(Mm…)

Each touch spread heat through her body.

The kiss mingled gentleness and passion. She felt joy, yet also fear—what would happen if they went further?

“…It’s alright, Liliana.”

His strong arms supported her back. His whisper followed.

“Show me all of yourself.”

Their joined hands tightened. The crystal pulsed with heat.

Her strength melted away. She nodded silently, entrusting herself to him.

Their lips met again, now full of passion. His touch, his scent, his warmth—all consumed her.

Like fire, like the sun. So beloved.

She sought more, and more flowed into her. Her heart pounded violently. Her whole being craved him.

“Leivis…”

—She wanted his child. She wanted their future.

Lost in heat, she felt herself lifted. He carried her toward the bedroom. She panicked.

“…L-Leivis, um—”

Her voice halted him. She clutched his arm, eyes wandering—then noticed.

The magic chains once wrapped around his arm were gone.

He had released what bound him.

She realized what he had restrained until now.

“……”

Perhaps she was mistaken. But she felt all his emotions pouring into her, pure, unrestrained.

—If so, she wanted to accept them all.

Her chest swelled with heat. She met his eyes. They held resolve, love, and a final question.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clung tightly.

She felt his embrace, his desire. She made her final resolve.

“P-please… be gentle…”
“…Of course.”

The End