My Ex-Husband Came Back Crazy - Chapter 91

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Episode 91
Chapter 10. Shared Fever (1)
Veins rose across the back of the hand holding the cup.
The change was so stark that Celia swallowed dryly without thinking. Whether her imagination or not, the silence felt oppressively long.
……
Why did that eloquent mouth seal itself shut whenever it mattered?
He stood in place, watching her.
His gaze touched the hem of her nightgown and the flesh of her thigh visible beneath the blanket, then drifted slowly back to her face.
“……You said you were cold.”
“Yes.”
A murky heat bloomed beneath his green eyes.
Celia fixed her gaze on him and felt caught between the impulse to flee from his unwavering stare and an equally compelling urge to prod at him, teasing at whatever he was holding back.
“Won’t you come?”
She tugged at the sheet, drawing her body forward.
Her hair spilled across her chest, and the thin strap of her white nightgown slipped perilously from her shoulder. As candlelight brushed her cheek, the lingering flush looked like the imprint of petals pressed beneath glass.
A sharp breath.
Lucius set down his teacup and covered his eyes with his hand.
Even with his reddened eyes hidden, he could not conceal the tremor in his throat.
Nor the way his gaze rolled toward her through the gaps between his fingers.
“Don’t you want to?”
“You’re asking me to climb into your bed.”
Celia blinked slowly, deliberately. Her blue eyes sank halfway beneath her lids before catching him again.
That evasive gaze finally settled on the hollow of his throat, lingering in the open collar of his shirt.
“Want to know something interesting?”
“Tell me.”
Celia pushed her white hair back deliberately with her fingertips.
Her slender neck emerged starkly beneath the cascading silver. His gaze shook visibly for a moment.
She found that gratifying.
Her throat felt dry, tight. Part of her wanted nothing more than to close the distance, yet another part wanted to watch that composed face falter under the mere touch of her fingertips a little longer.
“Before we were married. We’ve already shared a bed.”
“Shared… a bed?”
The corners of Lucius’s eyes contorted, flushing deeper.
She reached out toward those unreadable eyes.
“Yes. Are you curious what you were like then?”
Her fingertips traced the empty air, and Lucius began to move toward her slowly.
He approached until he stood directly before her, then bent at the waist, making it easy for her to touch him.
“Tell me everything.”
He lowered himself obediently, positioned so that she need only extend her hand to touch his cheek, his throat, his body—anywhere she wished. Even his tilted head was submissive in appearance.
But his hungry eyes could not be hidden.
A satisfying tremor crept slowly up the back of Celia’s neck, and her toes curled instinctively.
“What did I do to you?”
She wanted to see how far that refined rationality he was clinging to would erode.
“You hurt me. You grabbed me like this, and you threw me onto the bed.”
For the record, it was not the dangerous or sweet scenario he was likely imagining.
It had simply been an unfortunate accident.
She had hidden in a room first; he arrived later. Startled by a small noise, he tackled her like an adversary.
In that moment when he hooked her wrist and swept her leg out from under her, tumbling her onto the bed, their eyes met—and he was pulled down with her.
The memory of her twisted arm still made her grit her teeth. And explaining just how spectacularly she’d driven her knee into his abdomen afterward was almost as painful to recount. But seeing his face now, flushed with confusion, she found she didn’t care about any of it.
“I… did that.”
“It’s fine. You were furious that day.”
Lucius had rarely been angry enough to be at a loss for words.
“But I’m not angry now.”
Her slender hand cradled his cheek.
Her fingertips traced the reddened skin around his eyes slowly, then tilted his chin slightly toward her.
“One last question. Won’t you come?”
Her fingers gripping the bedcover whitened with force. Restrained hunger gleamed clearly in his green eyes.
“You’ve barely recovered.”
“Don’t be mistaken. I’m simply cold.”
When Celia pushed the blanket away with her foot, the smooth, warm skin that appeared shattered his last thread of restraint.
“Come and sing me a lull—”
A low exhale.
Long legs wrapped in black trousers invaded the white sheets in an instant.
The sheet crumpled beneath his knees, and the wrinkled edges rippled across toward Celia like a slow wave.
The laughter hovering at her lips cut off in a hiccup.
As he propped himself on one hand beside her knee and leaned down, the candle that had flickered above his admirable shoulder was hidden from view.
His breath rose and fell between the loosely opened collar of his shirt.
“……Lucius?”
She rolled her eyes. Now all she could see was his lips and the hard plane of his chest.
A large hand with reddened knuckles rose. His fingers parted her fallen hair quietly, then wrapped around the back of her neck.
When his warm palm met her delicate skin, Celia’s lashes trembled. As his heavy weight pressed down, her braced waist began to give way incrementally.
“Do you know the fastest way to raise body heat when you’re cold?”
“……Alcohol.”
“I told you last time it wasn’t that. Or do you want to pretend you don’t know?”
Why? His voice wrapped around her ear and sank in.
Her heart hammered violently, and she tightened her grip on the sheet. Her nightgown hem had already been pinned beneath his knees. When she twisted to free it, he pushed his knee between her thighs as if he’d been waiting for exactly that.
“I don’t make a habit of embracing sick people.”
At her flinch, he tilted his head.
“You’re better now, aren’t you?”
He lowered himself, pressing his lips to her throat.
Before the warmth of his breath could fade, his low voice scraped across her skin.
“Since the moment I pulled you from the carriage, do you have any idea how much restraint I’ve been exercising?”
Lucius’s hand gripped her knee. His large, heated fingers pressed into her flesh, and her resistance became merely performative.
“I barely held back from devouring you whole. And you dare provoke me like this.”
A sharp gasp.
Her throat was bitten painfully.
So much so that tears welled up reflexively.
Where he would normally have retreated, the sight of her tears only made Lucius’s eyes open wider. Something about it spurred her on.
He swallowed a compressed breath through his teeth.
“Celia. Have I done anything right?”
As she looked up at him steadily, the hand holding her knee tightened further.
His slow touch coaxed her gently.
“Why are you suddenly so generous with me?”
Instead of answering, Celia lifted her wet eyes and glared at him.
What was he even saying?
She displayed her throbbing throat, and he made a show of retreating. Only a show.
Celia thrashed at her legs tangled with his. When his hand curled around her ankle and began to spread her legs, she gasped reflexively.
“I’m going to be good to what’s mine. Do I need your permission for that?”
Damn it.
Those words, dredged up from her very depths, were met with his laughter cutting short. Celia’s body trembled as the corners of her eyes gradually lifted.
Lucius lowered his head slightly. The playful light that had glimmered in his eyes until just moments ago settled into something calm and still.
“Am I yours?”
Like wet ink consuming clear water, his eyes darkened from within.
“D-don’t ask things like that!”
Lucius’s mouth opened quietly. Beneath his lashes, the green light spread roughly like flame catching dry straw. In that gap, the restrained heat he’d been holding down thrust its tongue forward.
“No, I won’t.”
“You—!”
Celia wanted to take back her own words belatedly, but his breath was already this close to her lips.
“I prayed to God that my legs could be broken so long as you lived.”
His thumb caught her turning jaw and turned her back toward him.
“God returned you to me alive—and gave me even this blessing besides.”
A small sound.
“So there’s no reason to refuse.”
The next moment, his thumb pressed mercilessly against her lower lip.
“You started this.”
Her breathing grew shallow and uneven. Drinking in that tremor with his eyes, Lucius finally erased the last distance between them.

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