I Will Live for Your Death (20 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 150

Ilyd pressed her feverish hands against Rivel’s cheeks. They were hot. The temperature that had risen throughout his confession now fully seeped into her.

The heat of honesty is always intense—sometimes embarrassing, sometimes accompanied by trembling too profound for words.

Such pure, yearning love. Now, Ilyd felt she could even embrace the lies Rivel spoke.

“How did someone like you… come to someone like me?”

Rivel blinked as if entranced. Each time her thumb brushed his eyelashes, it tickled like a faint breeze. If only he could swallow whole that tender smile hovering at the corner of her lips.

“What should I do so you’ll never feel insecure again?”

Her hushed voice, coming from right before him, trapped his breath in his throat. Desire whispered into Rivel’s ear,

Telling him to lock her away, obsess over her, restrain every action Ilyd took—so she’d look only at him, forever drawn inward, never able to escape.

There exists a black heart that even the words “I love you” cannot fill.

Ilyd already knew this from experience. Hadn’t Claudius once wielded love as a weapon, twisting it into something grotesque? It was far better to confront it directly—even awkwardly—than to let it fester into something sinister and distorted.

“I want you too.”

She, too, chose to face it head-on. The fingers that had brushed his lashes now trailed over his cheekbones and jawline, finally resting upon his lips.

Rivel caught her hand in his own. Then, as if surrendering himself to a sacred being, he slowly kissed each of her fingers. Her nails grazed his lips; his breath lightly swept over each knuckle.

On the barely restrained desire smoldering within him, Ilyd lit a flame. She clasped his hand, pulled him by the collar, and began using his fingers to unfasten the buttons of her shirt, one by one.

“Ilyd, Your Imperial Majesty, just a moment…”

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