My Mistress Became My Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 78

Surprised by the sudden kiss, Lily shrank her shoulders slightly, but that was all. She neither bit nor pushed away the rude intruder delving deep as if it were his domain.

Even responding, she raised both arms to deeply embrace his neck, so Harold expressed his desire freely.

A heat hotter than the midsummer sun mercilessly swallowed her whole. There was no time to make a sound, let alone breathe. Fearing she might melt like sherbet if this continued, Lily pulled her head back slightly in alarm.

“!”

But as if Harold would not allow even the slightest gap, he crashed his lips again, throwing Lily back into the hot flames.

The wet, squelching sounds echoed like reverberations in the large bedroom. Even while exploring her lips, the thirst continued. In his greed to probe even deeper, Harold pressed his body closer.

The small, fragile body, pushed by the mercilessly strong force, sank into the sofa backrest. The thin silk nightgown rolled up along her leg lines. Wherever his touch passed, it turned red.

It was when Harold’s lips, frantically exploring hers, traveled down the slender neckline and reached the hollow dip.

Rumble, boom—

An enormous thunderclap rang out, loud enough to pierce through the firmly locked shutters and windows. Startled back to her senses by the noise, Lily pushed Harold away in shock.

“…….”

Similarly regaining his senses but with the flames of passion not yet fully extinguished, Harold blinked slowly and looked at Lily. Lily was straightening her rolled-up skirt hem and tidying her disheveled hair.

“…….”

Then, meeting Harold’s eyes, she flinched in surprise and lowered her gaze. Her flushed face and glistening lips, soaked and swollen from the intense attention.

Lily, bothered by it, bit the inside of her lip. That sight poured oil on the faintly lingering embers of passion. As the flames of desire threatened to reignite, Harold hurriedly turned his head.

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