Yasashī Shinjitsu to Seiryaku Kekkon Volume 1 Chapter 4

Yasashī s.h.i.+njitsu to Seiryaku Kekkon Vol I Chapter 4

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e traced kisses from her left hand up to the curve of her neck. His left hand held her breast, fondling; seemingly enjoying the weight.

‘It is swollen just for me, how delightful,’ her whispered hotly into her ear.

Her breast fit exactly into the palm of his hand, she found it strange that her breast really seemed to have grown for him. Her breathing became shorter and faster, as he ran his thumb over her nipple, rolling it. Her body began to move in time with the stimulation. He kissed her softly, licking her lips. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, stroking her teeth and then her tongue, Matilda’s eyes widened in surprise at the invasion. Through her half open lids she could see his golden lashes. Matilda’s hand unintentionally brushed against his legs, and his eyes closed in pleasure,

‘Mattie, hands here’ he said silkily as he held both of her hands in his and put them over her head. She tried to free herself, but couldn’t. Leandroth laughed at her struggle,

‘That stubborn part of you is really cute,’ he said softly. Matilda frowned. This guy really has poor taste; that must be why he chose her. He hugged her with a great deal of strength almost as though he wanted to crush her into him,

‘Oh’ she gasped. He looked at her,

‘Did I hurt you?’ he asked as he gently stoked her cheek, she nodded. He loosened his hold a little and asked, ‘How about this?’

‘It's okay,’ she replied quietly. At her answer, he pulled away from her a little and said,

‘If I hurt you, tell me properly and I will do my best to stop while I still have reason.’

‘Reason?’

‘To be honest, with you, I don’t really have confidence that I won’t lose my head, so bear with me, alright?’ She did not find his refres.h.i.+ng smile a.s.suring. He should look disgusted, but he smiled like a child with his favourite toy.

‘I’ve been looking forward to this day, working very hard so we could have this time together. I know you’ve been lonely.’

‘Eh?’ What was he saying? She wondered, but the question is blown away with a kiss. He nipped at her lips, sweetly tracing them with his tongue, then plunging into her mouth caressing her tongue. His kisses made her so weak her head fell back, but his large hand held her up to him, deepening the kiss. He moaned. She moaned. The sound of their tongues entwining in their kiss made her feel abashed.

His hand on her left breast fondled and caressed the soft flesh, while he teased and rolled her rose bud nipple between his thumb and fore finger.

‘Ah~’ she cried out through the kiss.

‘You taste delicious,’ he whispered hoa.r.s.ely against her lips, ‘Kissing you is fast becoming my favourite thing.’

Matilda blushed at his words. Favourite thing? Was Leandroth’s favourite person her?

‘I like Matilda,’ he whispered in her ear with a tender voice. What? But now his tongue was in her ear, licking the sh.e.l.l then nibbling on the lobe, Matilda lost the ability to think as little waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Matilda arched her body as Leandroth pulled away. He tore off her night dress without preamble. The cover sheet was gathered at her waist but her upper body was now completely nude. Leandroth stared at her nakedness, his mouth went dry. When he spoke his voice was deep and hoa.r.s.e,

‘You’re beautiful,’

He was a liar.

His gaze was reverent, as though he was looking at a beautiful painting. His heated stares made her shy so she tried to cover her body with her arms but Leandroth catches her and holds her arms by her sides. A beam of moonlight streamed into the room, and the candle light flickered in a light breeze. The room was too bright; he could see all of her upper body. His heated gaze, she could not take it. She turned her face away and bit her lip,

‘You are truly beautiful. Your skin is pure and white like the winter snow in Icecoreta. Your b.r.e.a.s.t.s are like delicious apples, with rose coloured buds on top of them,’ he let go of her hands to encircle her waist, he looked enthralled, ‘Your waist is so slender I can encircle you with my hands.’

Such flowery metaphors should be coming from a girl.

This reaction seeing her naked body was a bit excessive for someone who she’d only met. It was impossible to be like this,

‘How long have you felt like this?’ she asked huskily.

‘How long?’

‘How long have you thought of me that way – this way…?’ It was quite unbelievable so Matilda was curious. She could not understand how he could look at her that way, or think of her that way.

Leandro looked thoughtful, moved to the side and pulled her into his embrace, and covering her with his discarded night robe.

‘I don’t want you to catch a cold. I am so patient,’ he said in self admiration.

If she decided not to count her first night in Barens.h.i.+aga, this was the first time she was hugged to the chest of a man. There was a strange sense of security within the circle of his arms.

‘You’re so soft and comfortable. I can’t wait to eat you.’ He said as he hugged her tighter like a vice, her face up against his. He kissed her cheek. The timbre of his voice made her s.h.i.+ver.  Leandroth began to speak,

‘Hmmm, I suppose it began when I was twelve and you were eleven. We were visiting the Icecoreta. Whilst staying in the palace, I was always compared with you.’ His hand stroked the back of her head as he spoke.

‘Before you jump to conclusions, listen. I knew that in your country, and woman could not ascent the throne. I thought it was a waste, but it was annoying that all the royal tutors were going on about “The great Princess Matilda of the Icecoreta Empire”. ’

Matilda blinked against his wide chest, she could hardly look up because he held on to her tightly. Leandroth’s skin against her cheek was warm.

‘I came to Icecoreta again, on behalf of my father. I met with the king several times, during out tour. At that time, I saw you speak to your father earnestly and with pa.s.sion. It looked like you were doing your best to a.s.sist your father, unlike a royal like me.’

It was common for royalty from one country or another to visit other countries, so honestly, she didn’t remember specifics. Matilda remained quiet listening,

‘From then, it became a matter of some concern whenever I received a birthday gift from you. It was usually something amazing, and one of my va.s.sals commented that you seemed to be a woman of value, worthy to be an Empress. Perhaps your father may allow you to marry someone like me.’

Matilda laughed, such a childish admiration. Birthday gifts were arbitrarily exchanged between various royals. There was nothing unique or special about Barens.h.i.+aga. As a royal, you send gifts and write thank you notes as a rule.

And yet, did she want to accept such feelings? What Leandroth saw was not the real her, but an illusion.

‘When your brother was born, I applied for your hand from your father. He didn’t accept my suit until last year. I had to wait until your brother was seven, because of that custom of your culture, where he could only be made crown prince at that age,’

Marriage suit? She never heard of this.

‘I was refused so many times; I wondered if I should give up and find a different woman.ve me a suitable woman. And then, I dallied around for a while, but it was only empty and in vain.’

Nine years. He’d been waiting nine years. She was surprised.

However… ‘But, even if we had met, we could have had nothing.’

His feelings were not deep. Even if they had met, there was no reason for this intensity if feeling.

At the few b.a.l.l.s they had attended, he had looked at her with a smouldering intensity, he’d never dared to invite her out to the privacy of one of the ball room balconies. They danced a few times, but that was the only contact. There was nothing seemingly romantic about any of their contact.

‘Because you father told me not to pressure you. He said you did not want to marry for politics. Your father was very harsh.’

‘Eh?’

Her father, the king? Matilda could not hide her surprise

‘And in addition, there is your t.i.tle of Princess of the forest, which is terribly old fas.h.i.+oned. But your country believes in the preservation of the purity of the royal princess, that also includes no physical contact and it extends to rumours. I could do nothing at all. Your father’s defence was truly perfect.’

Father’s defence…? She tilted her head in question.

‘You may have been married to one of your va.s.sals, but if the crown prince of the neighbouring country was proposing marriage. There would be rumours, no matter what your feelings are.’

‘That may be so,’ Matilda answered. She was perplexed by her father’s actions.

Leandroth absent-mindedly stroked Matilda’s back. Because his hold had loosened, she was finally able to look up. She saw him smiling,

‘So I had to use lots of tactics and negotiations to get your father to accept my suit for you.’ He said with so much pride, Matilda could not help but laugh. It was truly odd. As she giggled, she moved against his chest and could hear his heart beat…

Mattilda closed her eyes, and sighed. The sounds at constant intervals were rea.s.suring. It was really wonderful.

A person who went through great effort for her

Someone who wanted to know her.

Someone who accepted her daddy complex with a smile.

That person was the one she was going to marry.

‘ I think I can like you,’ she said finally.

Leandroth stiffened. Did she say something wrong? She looked up at him to find Leandroth’s face was red.

‘Leann?’ At the sound of his desired moniker, he covered his mouth and turned away.

‘Did you not like it?/Did it displease you?’She asked. She did not understand his reaction, but she felt a pain in her chest. That is how it is. It would be disgusting. Someone like her who was stubborn and not affectionate.

There was no such thing as a girl white as snow, as though she was cute. She was just ugly.

That should be the case but what was this pain? He was holding her too tightly.

Matilda, whose thoughts had gone round and round, did not notice his embrace tightening until it was too late. She tried to pull away, but she was hugged so tightly she would suffocate before succeeding,

‘Do you hate it?’ he asked. He did not wait for her reply before he asked, ‘Did you call me that on purpose?’

Matilda blinked, her eyes full of challenge and called again

‘Leann?’

His eyes widened with surprise and joy and he hugged her even tighter. If he wasn’t careful he was going to suffocate her with affection, literarily.

‘Oh!’

The pain of vain is not heard due to too much pain.

‘Come up here’ Leandroth moaned into the curve of her neck.

‘Yes, I did. To get me you did work hard. But now…is it because I am short and my appearance isn’t good enough. If that is the case, release me…’

It was all so confusing. This is what you get if you propose to a mushroom, she thought to herself just before he kissed her. Hard.

She could not breathe or move. She was suddenly roughly pushed back unto the bed. Because the bed was soft and springy, her body bounced, causing her to gasp in surprise.

She looked up at him, his eyes were heated

‘I’m not letting you go,’