My Secret Flower - Episode 8

So, forgetting the danger, I ran down and jumped into his arms, embracing him tightly. As if he had anticipated my actions, he caught me easily and turned, leaning his shoulder against the wall to steady himself.

“You’ll fall, Lishua.”

He chuckled softly and hugged me even tighter. I had missed his strong embrace, his gentle voice, and the sweet, cool scent that emanated from him.

“This isn’t a dream, is it? You’re really, really back, right?”

“I can’t promise you that. I’m not sure if this is a dream or reality myself.”

He was here. Not a fleeting illusion that would vanish at a touch like in my dreams, but the real him.

The agonizing wait was more than compensated for by a single hug. I didn’t need anything else. I felt sorry for my family, but I don’t think I had ever worried about anyone as much as I had worried about him. Even when I heard that my sisters were safe, my heart hadn’t raced this wildly.

“But why did you come out to the balcony in the middle of the night?”

“My heart must have known you were coming. I just missed you so much today that I couldn’t sleep.”

I rubbed my cheek against his chest, then suddenly realized someone might see us. I had never even hugged my father like this. If the servants or knights saw me embracing Ash so openly, it might stir up unnecessary gossip.

“Hmm, Ash. Let’s go inside for now. There’s something I want to show you.”

Ash also glanced around cautiously and quietly followed me up to the second floor. As soon as we were back in my room, I threw my arms around him again.

“Did you finish everything well?”

I still couldn’t believe it and just stared up at him. I was anxious that he might disappear again like in a dream.

As if he understood my feelings, he smiled gently and kissed my forehead.

“I was impatient. I wanted to finish everything quickly and return, but finding a new owner for the ranch took longer than I expected. How have you been?”

“I’ve been fine. Except for missing you. Oh, I redecorated the room. I even made a separate room for you to stay in when you come back.”

“I don’t think I need a separate room. Can’t we just share a room?”

“Ah. Th-that’s…”

My heart, already in disarray, began to race again. He hadn’t said anything like this before he left, and I wasn’t used to him being so bold.

I had only hoped. Since he had confessed his feelings to me before leaving, I won’t deny that I expected him to show me affection when he returned.

But now that it was actually happening and I was hearing it directly, I was just flustered.

“Lishua?”

“W-well, we should still have a room for you, just in case. Even if you sneak into my room… ahem, the bedroom will be warm every night.”

I nodded vigorously, smiling shyly. I didn’t want to say no, but if I did, I might miss him every night.

Honestly, I didn’t want to be apart. I had already spent four months without him. He had made such a big impact on my life that I didn’t even know how I had lived before I met him.

My mother had said the same thing. Even though it was a political marriage, she had learned what love was for the first time when she met my father. She told me to seize the opportunity if I met someone who made me feel happy and warm just by looking at them. Of course, it would be a painful love if the other person rejected me.

He had said he loved me, so I had no doubt that he felt the same way.

“Do you remember what you said to me before you left?”

“Of course. I came back alive from that hellish place to take responsibility for my words. I will never leave you again.”

His answer filled my heart with satisfaction. His light brown eyes, looking straight at me, were as clear as ever.

He smiled and carefully cupped my cheeks with his hands. The warmth seeped into my skin, making it tingle.

“I missed you, Lishua.”

His gentle words brought tears to my eyes. Maybe it was because I realized that I wasn’t the only one who had been anxious. Or maybe it was because the emotions I had been suppressing had burst out all at once.

The kiss that followed naturally was, to be honest, a little salty. It was quite embarrassing that my beautiful first kiss with him would be remembered for its tears, but that was only for a moment.

I was soon lost in his affectionate kiss, as tender as his nature.

As I accepted his thick tongue parting my tear-soaked lips, a dizzying sensation made my waist tremble. The sensation of his tongue lightly tracing the ridges of my palate was so ticklish that I almost burst out laughing. As a result, my breathing became ragged and I gasped instead.

“Hah, ungh…”

That was the moment. The moment when my misconception that kisses only left you feeling good, like a simple peck, was overturned.

His tongue, swimming freely in my moist mouth, was very hot. It felt like that heat was engulfing me in an instant. Like being in hot water for too long and feeling dizzy.

Every time it touched my delicate membranes, I was seized by a strangely thrilling pleasure. A hot sensation enveloped me, and I felt like I would be intoxicated by his intense and fragrant breath. As if a male was releasing pheromones to seduce a female, his scent was awakening the dormant nerves throughout my body.

His tongue gently wrapped around my hesitant tongue, sending another jolt of electricity through me.

“Ah…!”

He lightly caressed my body with his large hands as he continued to kiss me. The heat slowly rose in my lower abdomen with just that touch, and heat rash bloomed all over my body.

‘So this is what it feels like. To be touched by someone you love.’

It was definitely a completely different feeling than when I touched myself. All my senses were heightened, and my sensations danced with excitement.

“Lishua.”

He called my name after breaking the kiss, but I was still out of it. I struggled to catch my breath and keep my blurring vision in focus.

“Now I have nowhere to go but where you are. After settling everything, I’m practically penniless.”

“Is there a problem?”

Anxiety was etched on his face. Was he worried that he would be abandoned by me because he had returned without a dowry?

If so, I would scold him for being foolish. It wasn’t like I had given him my heart because I wanted his wealth.

“All I can give you is myself. Even so, will you marry me?”

“Isn’t that obvious? It didn’t matter if you had nothing. From the beginning.”

His worried expression vanished completely at my firm statement. His face, overwhelmed with joy, was so lovely.

“Then from now on, I will be only yours. Every strand of my hair, my blood, flesh, bones, and heart, everything.”

A small flame flickered in his light brown eyes, which had been shining so brightly. It was a dangerous desire that I was facing for the first time. It was a strange feeling that made me feel like my whole body would burn if I touched it carelessly, but at the same time, it was exciting.

Because it would be a great affection directed solely at me.

“And from now on, I will have everything of yours. Do I have your permission?”

“You can have me, Ash. I give you my permission.”

There was no reason to hesitate. His voice, so low it sent shivers down my spine, and the feeling of being bound by his unwavering eyes gave me a thrilling joy that was beyond words.

Having received my permission, he smiled contentedly and buried his lips in my neck. The skin, already sensitive from the earlier kiss and touch, sent an unbearable, sensual sensation that made my waist twist involuntarily. He lightly sucked on my neck, then traced it with his wet tongue as he slowly moved to my shoulder.

Before I knew it, he had untied the strings, and my nightgown slipped off my arms and chest, falling to the floor with a thud. He then busily unbuttoned his shirt and quickly took it off.

“Ash…”

The feeling of our skin touching, along with the hot heat, was mystical. I thought I had become quite familiar with him when I had wiped his body while he was lying in bed, but I was wrong.

It was the moment I realized that when a person was consumed by lust, they could feel a thrill just from their skin touching.

His vaguely grown-out gray hair tickled my skin. The chilling and unfamiliar sensation spread throughout my body in an instant.

The strange sensation momentarily consumed my mind, and my body swayed. He gently picked me up and headed towards the bedroom. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, suppressing the moans that were trying to escape.

“You’ll ruin your pretty lips.”

He carefully laid me down on the bed, as if afraid I would break, and his hand, which had naturally climbed on top of me, stroked my side and groped my pelvis.

I wanted to respond to his words, but unlike what I wanted, my throat was occupied by a thin moan.

“You’re more beautiful and prettier than I imagined. Imbued with a deep scent, like an elegant flower.”

It was a compliment, but it was such an embarrassing compliment that I felt awkward. I had never heard anyone say that my body was pretty.

I didn’t have big breasts that were about to burst, so every time I wore a ball gown, I would gather up my soul to barely create two hills. Unlike my two sisters, I was naturally slender and resembled my father. Perhaps that’s why I felt burdened by wearing the trendy dresses these days.

Even I didn’t cherish and love my body that much, but his eyes, looking down at my body, were filled with affection, which made me feel strange. My man, not someone else, was saying I was beautiful. Wouldn’t that be enough?

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