The Duke's Flower is Precarious (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 111

Aidel, lying on the large bed, curled her body tightly like a damp cotton ball. Feeling the soft yet cool touch of the blanket, her eyelashes grew damp.

She knew without opening her eyes that she was alone here now.

‘…He’s gone.’

It seemed he had finally let her go.

— Kaeron… please… stop now….

Beneath his fierce and relentless movements, she pleaded breathlessly. Yet every time the word “stop” faintly escaped her lips, he merely pressed his lips silently against hers, as if that were his only reply.

Pushed beyond her limits, her entire body felt as though it had shattered into fragments, ready to crumble entirely. How many times had she lost consciousness from the overwhelming, tingling pleasure coursing through her, only to regain it again…?

Fragmented memories swirled chaotically in her mind, blurring the line between dream and reality into something indistinct and hazy.

Among those memories, what pained her heart the most was his faint voice, slipping through the flickering whiteness of her fading consciousness:

— I can never… let you go.

The arms embracing her from behind had felt almost desperately pleading. The yearning, sorrowful kisses on her nape had brought tears to her eyes, and the last thing she remembered was covering his hands with hers and closing her eyes.

“Haa….”

Awakening again, she let out a quiet sigh into the darkness where she now lay alone. All that remained after the ceaseless tide of deep indigo had passed was a hollow emptiness, as white and insubstantial as sea foam.

‘If things go on like this…’

Both of them were trapped in shackles from which neither could escape—only drifting apart like breaking waves, wounding each other again and again.

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