#49
“You smell like another man.”
Anture said quietly. It was remarkable how he could detect Damiel’s scent just from briefly touching his lips to Enrique’s hand, without even licking it.
“I just said goodbye to him.”
Enrique snapped, trying to pull his hand away. But Anture held on tightly and wouldn’t let go.
“What are you doing?”
Enrique frowned immediately. Anture ignored him and vigorously rubbed Enrique’s hand with his sleeve cuff. After smelling it again, Anture furrowed his brow. Then he suddenly started rubbing his lips on the back of Enrique’s hand.
“…Hey.”
Enrique looked incredulous as he watched Anture busily covering the spot Damiel had kissed with his own scent. This wasn’t some cat marking its territory… It was just absurd.
Anture’s expression finally softened a bit after rubbing his lips and even gently biting the skin. Enrique barely restrained himself from smacking Anture on the head. He couldn’t just hit the prince of Ruben Empire on a whim, especially with all the Ruben people around.
As Enrique stood there with a grimace, Anture grabbed his wrist and started walking down the hallway. They were heading towards Enrique’s quarters.
“What are you doing?”
“This is the only time.”
Anture blurted out a strange response to Enrique’s irritated question.
“What?”
“This is the only time I’ll tolerate you coming back with another man’s scent on you.”
Anture said in an uncharacteristically heavy voice. His strides were long and quick, forcing Enrique to hurry along.
“I’m letting it slide this time because I know I couldn’t be by your side when you were younger. It won’t happen twice.”
Anture warned persistently. Enrique didn’t like how he was speaking as if Enrique was his possession. Though inwardly annoyed, Enrique decided to endure it. They would be married soon anyway. He’d have to get along with him for 4 years.
Instead of waiting for a servant to open the door, Anture pushed it open himself with a thud and barged all the way into Enrique’s bedroom. Then he stood silently by the bed. All Enrique could see was the large hand gripping his wrist tightly and Anture’s back, which looked unusually big today.
“Let go of me.”
Enrique said, shaking his captured wrist. Though he expected more resistance, Anture surprisingly released his wrist obediently.
“Now go back. I need to sleep.”
Enrique said in a stiff tone. At that, Anture turned around to face him.
“Did you consider how I’d feel about you going to him this late at night?”
Anture asked. His voice wasn’t tinged with hurt or heartbreak. It was so emotionless that it revealed his anger instead.
“It’s better than seeing him off in the morning when he leaves early.”
“You should have just openly seen him off in the morning then.”
“Would that have made you feel better?”
“No.”
Anture cut him off. Enrique let out a derisive laugh at how Anture seemed dissatisfied with everything.
A moment of silence passed. Anture’s unusually heavy gaze was very irritating. No, rather than irritating, it was unsettling.
“As I said, he’s leaving early tomorrow morning to hole up in his domain. He was my loyal knight for years, faithfully carrying out his duties. It was only proper to say goodbye.”
“So why did it have to be this late at night?”
Anture kept harping on about the late hour, nitpicking. Enrique felt annoyed and frustrated. It’s not like he had a final tumble with Damiel or anything – why did the time of a farewell matter so much?
“I just thought of it now and went to see him. Stop going on about how late it is.”
Enrique said quietly, suppressing his rising irritation. But he couldn’t keep the annoyance from seeping into his words.
“Don’t ever go alone into another man’s room again.”
Anture said in a commanding tone. At that moment, the irritation Enrique had been holding back surged up.
“Don’t you dare speak to me in that commanding tone. I absolutely won’t tolerate that. Do you understand, Anture Ruben?”
Enrique glared at Anture as he spoke firmly.
“…It’s not a command. It’s a request.”
Anture said in a slightly softer tone.
Since the other party had yielded somewhat, it was only proper for Enrique to do the same.
“…Fine.”
When Enrique agreed readily, Anture’s expression relaxed considerably. Enrique glanced at him and added:
“I promise it absolutely won’t happen again, at least until the day we officially sign our divorce papers.”
Anture’s face slowly contorted as he heard the additional remark. Enrique inwardly wondered why he had deliberately said something to upset Anture. But he couldn’t understand the reason.
“We haven’t even started yet, and you’re already thinking about our end?”
“I’m telling you to face reality. I’ll be faithful to you for 4 years. That’s all there is between us.”
‘Why am I doing this?’
Enrique questioned himself inwardly. There was no need to bring up talk of 4 years and endings here. That was something that could be discussed later, when they actually reached the end. So why was he deliberately speaking to upset Anture? He couldn’t understand it at all.
“Do you think… I’ll let some other bastard have you?”
Anture said through gritted teeth. His black eyes were blazing like dark flames. The aura emanating from his muscular, tall body was similar to fighting spirit, making Enrique’s skin tingle. He felt an extreme sense of pressure. And ironically, this extremely dangerous state of the man before him felt intensely attractive.
Instead of backing away, Enrique took a bold step forward. And when he took another step, their bodies were very close.
“What will you do if you don’t let me go? Can you actually stop it?”
At this clear provocation, a grinding sound came from Anture’s teeth.
‘You’ve gone mad, Enrique.’
Enrique thought to himself. Although Anture was being weak towards him, he was still the heir of the military powerhouse Ruben. Provoking such a man like this was absurd behavior. But strangely, Enrique found this situation unbearably exciting. The male Anture, burning with possessiveness, felt irresistibly alluring.
“Stop it, Enrique.”
Anture said, grinding his teeth. It was easy to tell he was barely holding himself back.
“What if I don’t want to?”
Enrique retorted defiantly and raised his chin with an arrogant expression. The moment Anture saw Enrique’s crooked smirk, he pounced like an enraged beast.
“Ugh! Ngh! Ah!”
Muffled moans rang out every time the enraged dick thrust deep into Enrique’s body. Anture pinned both of Enrique’s wrists to the floor as he ravaged him like a beast, over and over. It felt like they had returned to that time in the forest cabin, having sex with an unknown, mysterious person. No, this moment was even rougher.
It was impossible to tell how much time had passed. It felt like his body would split apart from the forceful thrusts. Yet even in this state, the dick stirring inside was leading Enrique into an abyss of endless pleasure. Enrique looked down with hazy eyes at the black head biting his shoulders and neck. Anture wasn’t simply having sex right now. This was territorial marking disguised as sex.
“Hah-!”
Enrique’s back stiffened at a particularly forceful thrust of Anture’s hips. Semen gushed from the tip of his dick at the forcibly induced pleasure. He had lost count of how many times he had been forced to climax. Even as Enrique lost himself in orgasm, Anture didn’t stop his hip movements for a single moment.
Crunch-
Teeth dug into his neck.
“Ow, it hurts…”
Enrique didn’t hold back from expressing his pain. Anture was biting so hard, it felt like his neck wouldn’t survive. Enrique wondered if even this was Anture barely holding himself back. It seemed like if Anture had his way, he would truly tear into Enrique’s neck and devour him whole.
Enrique’s widely spread thighs trembled violently. He could no longer keep his legs spread. Enrique had no choice but to wrap his legs around Anture’s waist. Only then did the trembling subside a bit.
It was an action taken because keeping his legs spread had become too difficult, but it seemed to have a different meaning for Anture. The teeth embedded in Enrique’s neck detached, and the hip movements became somewhat gentler. Anture slowly raised his head. For the first time since being forcibly pounced on, Enrique was able to meet Anture’s gaze.
The flames of anger still remained in those black eyes.
“…Anture.”
Enrique called out Anture’s name in a weak voice.
Although the act itself was rough and forceful, Anture wasn’t deliberately inflicting pain. Enrique’s body responded mechanically, feeling forced pleasure. But that pleasure was purely physical, completely different from what he had felt before. There was no joy or passion at all, just a mere physical response.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Anture asked in a husky voice. Enrique could sense the faint resentment in that voice. He couldn’t easily answer. Even Enrique himself couldn’t fully understand his own actions that had driven Anture to this point.
