The Forgotten Field - Chapter 119

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Chapter 119
“Are you truly certain you won’t regret this?”
Barcas asked, his voice tight with tension.
Fearing he might reject me and leave at the slightest hesitation, I nodded immediately.
After studying my eyes intently for a long moment, he finally wrapped one arm around my waist and rose from his seat. I instinctively clutched at his shirt.
With a soft clink, two golden buttons that had been precariously clinging to his chest tumbled to the floor. As my eyes followed them absently, the plush sheets brushed against my lower body.
I looked up at him with anxious eyes. Barcas, having laid me upon the bed, shrugged off his open shirt. The flickering firelight greedily caressed his sculpted torso like a work of art.
For an instant, my heart seized with a violent spasm.
I hastily averted my gaze. Barcas cupped my cheeks in both hands and forced me to meet his eyes.
“It is not too late. If you wish me to leave, I will withdraw without protest.”
It was a question that tore away my last shred of dignity.
I fixed him with a glare, my eyes reddening.
“My decision will not change.”
So please, ask no more.
I swallowed the plea rising in my throat as his hand traced down the back of my neck. I stiffened involuntarily.
As though testing me, Barcas held my gaze while his fingers, damp with cold sweat, moved to the topmost button of my dress. He lingered there for a long moment, as if granting me time to object, before slowly unfastening it.
The front of my dress parted, revealing the swelling valley beneath.
His eyes, a deeper blue than usual, descended upon it. My heart felt as though it might shatter my ribs and burst from my chest.
Biting my lip in shame, I hastily seized his wrist as his hand moved to the second button.
“The… extinguish them all.”
He stood motionless, simply gazing down at me. His eyes seemed to see straight through my cowering heart, and I raised my voice.
“Are you not listening?”
Only then did Barcas rise and move about the Chamber, snuffing out the candles scattered throughout.
Deep shadows fell across the room, and his silhouette grew indistinct. Yet it was not dark enough to satisfy me.
I gestured with my chin toward the Fireplace.
“That too.”
The man, who had been watching me quietly, approached the Fireplace and lowered its cover.
At last, profound darkness consumed the Chamber. I drew a deep breath and forced out a strained whisper.
“Now… come here.”
But no sound of movement reached me.
My pupils dilated as I searched the darkness, and I parted my lips pitifully.
“Barcas… where… where are you?”
As the silence persisted, a suffocating sensation grew stronger.
Had he abandoned me and disappeared?
Consumed by despair, I breathed heavily and roughly when one side of the bed suddenly dipped.
Upon glimpsing his shadow, I reached out urgently.
I had no pride left to preserve. I wrapped my arms around his long, taut neck and inhaled his scent as though drawing breath itself. I needed to confirm that I was not alone in this darkness, that he remained with me.
“Hold me now.”
Once my panic had barely subsided, I gasped the words against his ear. The man, rigid as stone, laid me back upon the bed.
I gazed up at the dark shadow looming above me with trembling eyes. Shockingly warm hands descended upon my ice-cold skin.
As her hands clutched the front of her dress in startled reflex, her neck tensed, and the hem of her skirt rolled upward past her waist.
Realizing his intention to undress her, Talia cried out hysterically.
“No, stop! Don’t take it off!”
The dark shadow looming above her froze all movement in an instant.
Talia gripped his wrist urgently and added in desperation.
“Just keep the dress on.”
“…Are you asking me to assault you while you’re clothed?”
A murky voice reverberated against her ear.
Talia barely swallowed the sob rising through her throat.
“It’s not assault. It’s just… just the way I want it.”
Without the voluminous folds of the dress concealing her body, I knew I couldn’t endure his touch. I swallowed the rest of my words and pulled his shoulders down with all my strength. After a moment of rigidity, Barcas exhaled roughly and lowered himself onto me.
Soon a wet tongue forced its way between my lips. As I instinctively drew in the flesh that penetrated deeply, searing breath filled my lungs.
It felt like inhaling flame itself. Enveloped in dizzying heat, I pulled his neck closer, when I felt large hands wedge between my thighs.
Talia hastily parted her knees, fearing his touch might reach her legs. Long, firm fingers descended directly to the sensitive area. In that instant, unexpected revulsion crawled up her spine.
Talia urgently pushed his tongue away and shook her head sharply.
“I, I don’t like that. Don’t.”
“If you don’t relax, you might get hurt.”
A soothing voice scattered against her ear.
Talia shook her head even more vigorously.
“It’s, it’s fine. Just do it.”
“…Not until you’re sufficiently prepared.”
Barcas murmured in a low voice against her ear and slowly began moving his fingers.
Talia’s abdomen trembled as she dug her nails into his marble-hard shoulders. Every pore on her body opened as cold sweat streamed down.
The horror of him touching her most shameful part was unbearable. I didn’t even want him to know such an ugly place existed on my body.
Trembling violently, Talia soon lost patience and urged him in a rough voice.
“Th, that’s enough. It’s enough now… just do it.”
“Not yet.”
“I don’t… want to wait anymore. Please, hurry.”
If I delayed any longer, I might lose my grip on consciousness. Just as I was about to say so, I felt the solid muscles surrounding his body contract all at once.
Moments later, the sound of a belt being undone reached my ears, and his hips descended snugly between my thighs. I tensed my entire body like a drawn bowstring.
A heavy pressure built from below. I instinctively pulled my hips back, but the pressure only intensified.
The sensation of my insides being crushed made me open my mouth involuntarily. No scream emerged. Like a fish gasping on dry land, I opened and closed my mouth silently, rolling his name across my tongue.
Barcas. Barcas. Barcas.
As I repeated his name over and over, like a drowning person grasping at straw, he pushed deeper inside.
At the sensation of my body tearing, a rough sob finally burst forth. Hearing that sound, Barcas barely halted his entry.
In the darkness-adjusted vision, a face bearing some terrible restraint appeared dimly.
In that moment, a pain transcending physical agony crushed my chest. That expression—enduring as though undergoing penance—hurt a hundredfold more than the violation itself.
Talia suppressed the sobs clinging to her throat and bit her lips.
Please, don’t frown.
Please don’t frown.
Don’t make such a disgusted face.
I swallowed the words that had been circling endlessly in my mouth, and the man with the pallid gaze slowly withdrew his hips.
Noticing that he intended to stop, I clung to his back with desperate fervor.
“No. Don’t stop here.”
There was no need to feel ashamed. No need to suffer. I was merely using him for my purpose.
Repeating this to myself, I bore through the pain and lifted my hips.
As the loosened connection deepened, our sweat-slicked bodies tangled together. In the same moment, a grinding sound escaped, followed by a somewhat rough rhythm.
I desperately endured his movements. My lower abdomen grew increasingly hot, as though I were cradling a piece of iron heated in flame.
It was so strange—that the body of someone so perpetually cold could burn with such intensity.
Clinging tightly to his muscular, sweat-glistening frame while gasping for breath, I unconsciously raked my nails across the taut muscles of his back.
With each quickening movement, my vision swam dizzily.
Like a wrecked dinghy pushed and pulled by rough currents, the increasingly frenzied movements finally reached their end.

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