The Kidnapped Prince is Mine Now - Chapter 70

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Chapter 70
What in blazes—this wasn’t some horror tale.
My eyes snapped open, and I fixed my gaze toward the window. The thick curtains obscured whatever lay beyond.
I rose from bed and drew my pistol, finger resting against the trigger as I approached the window.
I hoped I’d misheard. One terrifying possibility crystallized in my mind.
‘Demons can fly.’
And within the Imperial Palace dwelt Maximilian—a Demon Contract Bearer capable of commanding even demons.
Cold sweat trickled down my spine, but hesitation was a luxury I couldn’t afford.
With the thought of smashing that arrogant head to pieces, I yanked the curtains open.
“….”
“….”
“Rotar Eisenrit?”
The face of the man bracing himself against the window frame was far too familiar.
Was this a dream? Had I dozed off from exhaustion?
Or was this a demon wearing Rotar Eisenrit’s face? No—the shadow was far too distinct.
I stared up at him in a daze before belatedly coming to my senses and opening the window.
Rotar Eisenrit leaped into the bedroom as though he’d been waiting for exactly this. The scent of cold night air rushed in with him.
“Rotar Eisenrit, what on earth are you doing here….”
“Elise.”
I had no chance to interrogate him further, so bewildered was I.
With a soft whisper, the force pulling my arm drew my body forward smoothly.
“My Elise.”
Rotar Eisenrit pressed me fully into his embrace. With a crushing force that seemed to grind bone and flesh, our bodies melded together without a single gap between us.
Though he had been outside mere moments before, his warm body heat transmitted through my skin. A pleasant pressure began to bring heat rising to my face.
“Mm.”
I caught the fragrant scent of soap from his chest. He must have bathed recently. The aroma, mingling with his natural scent, resembled the smell of bedding dried stiff in the sun.
I was not alone in focusing on his body’s scent. Rotar Eisenrit buried his nose in the hollow of my neck, drawing in a deep breath. Then, with a satisfied sigh, he murmured softly.
“I’ve wanted to do this. From the moment I encountered you in the Tower Underground.”
Then came soft touches—gentle, delicate kisses.
Moist lips brushed against my tender skin, again and again.
“Mm.”
My body trembled involuntarily at the ticklish sensation.
Rotar Eisenrit did not release me as I twisted my waist, instead moving his arms slowly.
One hand undid the laces of my dress running from back to waist. With his other hand, he traced my cheek and neck line slowly, as though imprinting them upon his palm—and for some reason, my lower abdomen tensed with anticipation.
Rotar Eisenrit raised his head slowly, kissing my forehead, then the bridge of my nose, then my lips in sequence.
The moment our eyes met, I felt my heart lurch and waver.
Those emerald eyes swirled with overflowing affection and unfulfilled desire. That gaze seemed as though it would shatter me at any moment.
Rotar Eisenrit gazed at me without blinking before speaking.
“I’ve cancelled the dinner.”
“…What?”
“In front of the attendants, I’ve restrained myself far too long to maintain decorum and propriety toward you.”
Before I could respond, the man tilted his head and consumed my lips with his own.
A thick tongue immediately parted the seam and invaded. His movements were rougher and more urgent than usual, proving his words about restraint were no lie.
He rubbed his tongue against the roof of my mouth and swept across the inside of my cheek. When our tongues met, he didn’t let it escape—instead, he coiled around it and sucked it like candy.
In that persistent kiss, saliva mixed with Rotar’s own wetted the corners of my mouth, my tongue aching from the intensity.
“Mmm….”
Meanwhile, all the laces of my dress came undone along my back.
Rotar rubbed his lips together with a wet sound as he pulled the dress from my shoulders.
My body had no time to shiver in the cool air before Rotar lifted me effortlessly, clad in nothing but a thin chemise.
“…!”
Rotar withdrew his lips for a moment and licked my chin like a beast before speaking.
“I instructed the servants beforehand to bring dinner to Elise’s bedroom. If there’s no response when they knock, they’re to leave it outside.”
“…Why come through the window when there’s a perfectly good door?”
“Isn’t this far more romantic? And far more effective for spreading positive rumors about the conjugal affection between us.”
As he spoke, mischief glinted in the corners of his slightly curved eyes. His barely concealed desire was equally apparent.
‘How did he even climb three stories?’
I gave up trying to understand Staufen blood. Instead, I truly grasped for the first time just how young this devastatingly handsome man was.
When I first met Rotar, despite being a loser in political strife, he was the Empire’s blade—a cold-faced figure radiating oppressive authority.
Refined speech and measured steps. The prince was so perfectly polished he appeared far more mature than his years.
But now, the Rotar before me was merely a young man yearning for affection and attention from his beloved.
There was something so refreshing about that. It was maddeningly endearing, and my heart stirred.
Without thinking, I lifted my head and pressed my lips to Rotar’s cheek, then whispered against his ear.
“If that’s your intention, you’ll need to make me cry quite thoroughly—enough that all the maidservants outside will notice.”
“….”
Deep excitement swirled across Rotar’s pupils.
He bit my lip until it ached, then turned and moved toward the bedroom while issuing a warning.
“Don’t blame me. You provoked me first.”
As he threw me onto the bed, my vision spun.
Rotar, having shed his coat and climbed atop me, positioned himself while unfastening his shirt buttons. Trapped between his thick thighs, escape seemed impossible.
I gazed, entranced, at the muscular contours slowly revealed between the parted fabric of his shirt.
‘Beautiful.’
That was my first thought.
Long scars drawn vertically and countless smaller wounds—all of them were memories of death that even Staufen blood couldn’t erase.
Yet I loved them. They were proof that Rotar had survived.
An unblemished, pristine body wouldn’t suit him. A man who, despite countless injuries, never crumbled but rose again and grasped his blade once more—that was the Rotar Eisenrit I loved.
Having removed his shirt entirely, Rotar slowly lowered himself. He cupped my cheek with one hand and sucked my upper lip with a soft sound, smiling.
It was a tender, playful kiss, but the hand that lifted my chemise moved with far different intent.
It tickled the soft skin of my inner thigh with a scratching motion, then slid up to my thigh before suddenly gripping the area below my groin with force.
“Hah.”
My body trembled and I reflexively tried to turn my head away, but the hand holding my cheek wouldn’t allow it.
He held his jaw firm, pressing his thumb against his lower lip. His middle finger slipped between the parted lips and pressed down against my tongue.
“Mmph.”
My hesitation lasted only a moment. I moved my tongue, wrapping it around Rotar’s finger. As I drew it deeper into my mouth, his brow furrowed.
“…You shouldn’t, Elise.”
You’re the one who put it in my mouth first.
I wanted to protest against his words, but my speech would be too garbled for him to understand.
The hand that had been caressing my thigh crept higher, reaching my pelvis. He traced the protruding bone before poking sharply at the waist above it.
“Ah!”
It was unbearably ticklish.
When I reflexively arched my waist, his hand pressed down on my lower abdomen as if to keep me still, and this time my body twisted.
“Mmm…!”
Muffled moans spilled from between my lips that held Rotar’s finger.
The faint smile on Rotar’s face slowly faded.
“…Elise.”
He whispered as he pressed his middle finger down on my quivering tongue.
“Promise me you won’t run away.”
“Mm, ah.”
“That’s a promise.”
No, that’s coercion. You’re holding my tongue captive.
Before I could properly protest, the chemise that had risen to my chest was completely removed. Then Rotar’s head lowered.
A soft kiss. His lips met my left breast, directly over my heart. The warmth and tenderness made my lips curve upward—but only briefly.
“…Ugh!”
Tears welled up in my eyes as he sucked with a force intense enough to cause a sharp sting.
Rotar whispered against my reddened breast, his teeth leaving marks.
“I’ve missed you. Truly.”

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