Odalisque - Chapter 245

Still, Liv sensed a different emotion in his impatient devouring of her lips, nape of her neck, and shoulders.

Could it be a matter of her state of mind?

“HHh!”

Demus bit Liv’s shoulder as if sensing her distraction. It was just hard enough to leave a faint bite mark, but even that was stimulating to her sensitized body.

He paused for a moment at the unexpectedly loud moan that escaped her lips. Then, with more force, he sucked every inch of Liv’s flesh. Red spots dotted the white, soft flesh like disheveled petals. With this, it looked like Demus was not ready to let Liv go without leaving red marks all over her upper body.

The air, which Liv thought was cool, was getting hotter, and she could feel her body temperature rising. Gasping for air as she let out a hot breath, she wrapped her arms around the man’s disheveled head on her chest. She could feel the soft platinum hair between her fingers.

“Haahhh…”

Feeling Liv’s hand slide to the nape of his neck, Demus buried his head in her chest and let out a breath. His humid breath hovered over the red marks.

When Liv’s hands stopped dead against his shirt, Demus, apparently not liking it, immediately pulled his kravat off and tossed it aside. A couple of buttons on his shirt ripped off roughly in the process. He pulled the loose shirt up and removed it very swiftly.

The man’s scarred upper body was revealed. Gasping as she watched Demus undress on top of her, Liv reached out as if mesmerized. The scar on his chest twitched under her touch, as though it were alive.

Demus noticed that she seemed to find it quite gratifying to stroke his scar. He loosened his pants, then pulled Liv up by the waist and quickly changed positions. Settling Liv on his firm thighs, so that they were facing each other, Demus supported her back.

Demus’ large frame made Liv feel as if she was being enveloped by him. Leaning comfortably against Demus as he held her, Liv brushed her hand over the scar that had gotten closer.

“… When did you get this?”

She asked, tracing the raised flesh that shaped the scar. It was an absentminded murmur, one that came with the appreciation that it must have hurt, not that she expected an answer.

“The second battle. The ground battle at Abrimo.”

Surprisingly, Demus answered quickly and without hesitation. Liv looked up at Demus in surprise at the unexpected detail of his answer. She then touched the scar on the opposite side of his body. This time, it was a scar colored red with several small crosses.

“That’s from an operation in Alvio.”

The answer came out even before Liv asked. Liv’s hand moved, this time to the brown scar right next to it. The scar was uneven, wavy, like paper with smeared paint.

“It’s from an explosion in Quirino.”

Demus spoke as he slowly stroked down Liv’s back.

From there, Demus continued to give her bits and pieces of information about each of his scars. He couldn’t remember exactly where some of the smaller ones came from, but he remembered the larger, more apparent ones.

The man’s chest was a map, a map of all the battles he had fought.

“Do you remember all of that?”

“Unfortunately.”

There was no particular emotion in his flat voice. It was as though it didn’t mean much to him, that it was all in the past now.

But somehow, Liv felt even more sorry for him after hearing that answer. For it meant so little, his memory of the scars was so vivid.

“Do you pity me?”

“Do you want me to pity you?”

“If you pity me, you won’t have the heart to throw me away. Because you’re so gentle, you know.”

Liv wondered what kind of person Demus thought of her as. She smirked and brushed her hand down Demus’ naked torso.

“I don’t pity you. They’re fierce marks of your survival, and I don’t want to judge you for that.”

Whispering in a low voice, Liv ran her fingers slowly down Demus’ heated chest.

“But I do respect you.”

His muscular chest heaved. Demus’ hold on Liv’s waist tightened. Despite knowing she was arousing him, Liv didn’t shy away. If anything, she scratched his scar harder.

When she glanced up, she immediately came face to face with a pair of blazing blue eyes. His face was still as beautiful as ever. Who would think that Demus had such a scarred body just by looking at his face?

Ah, no one would ever know. Demus was still the same fussy, sensitive, cranky, expensive man to everyone else.

The moment she realized that, a crimson flame of lust surged inside Liv.

“I won’t throw it away, so give it to me.”

Liv whispered in a sultry voice, wrapping her arms around Demus’ neck.

“Give me everything, Demus.”

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