A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 56: Lust and Love ( )

Haruki's fingers tugged at the collar of his shirt as he pressed Kyouko gently against the wall near the entryway, lips still moving with hers—slow, deep, and desperate, like a man starved for only one taste.

His hands found the buttons, undoing them one by one without looking, the fabric parting as their kiss deepened. The warmth of his chest brushed hers—bare skin to delicate fabric—as his shirt slipped from his shoulders and fell to the floor.

Their lips parted slowly, breath mingling in the narrow space between them.

Kyouko looked up, cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy with desire.

A playful smile touched her lips.

"I thought you wanted dinner first..." she whispered, voice soft and teasing.

Haruki leaned in, his voice brushing her ear like silk.

"You are my dinner..."

His hands glided down her sides, memorizing every curve as if seeing her for the first time.

The shimmer of the dress she wore—a gift from him, something he chose with her body in mind—only made the moment more unbearable.

She was wrapped in silk and memory.

And he was already drowning.

Kyouko's breath hitched as he kissed down the side of her neck, his hands moving with reverence and hunger, like he was unwrapping a treasure he'd waited all day to touch.

She didn't resist.

She didn't speak.

She simply leaned into him, closing her eyes, heart racing as her hands moved to touch his bare skin—familiar now, yet never enough.

Each motion was slow. intimate.

Like they had all the time in the world.

Kyouko's fingers moved to the straps of her dress, her lips brushing against Haruki's ear as she whispered with a soft smile,

"This dress is expensive... don't rush."

Haruki's breath caught slightly as he looked at her—eyes heavy with desire, but his voice soft.

"But you're more expensive to me, Kyouko."

She let out a quiet laugh and playfully slapped his arm, cheeks faintly flushed.

"Don't tease old women like that."

But Haruki's expression didn't change.

He reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a gentle touch.

"You're not old. Not with that face. That skin."

Then he leaned close, his voice deepening.

"You're expensive because it's not easy to get you."

Kyouko smiled, her heart fluttering as she leaned in and kissed him again—slow, sweet, and full of quiet heat.

And as their lips moved together, the soft sound of silk whispered between them—

Her dress slipping down her body, pooling soundlessly at her feet.

When they finally parted from the kiss, Haruki's eyes trailed down—and he froze, a breathless grin forming.

"Oh~ naughty girl. Not wearing any bra or panties, huh?"

Kyouko tilted her head, voice barely a whisper, like a secret meant only for him.

"I was... before."

A pause.

Then her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"But when I heard the car... I removed them. Before opening the gate."

Haruki stared at her for a heartbeat longer—completely speechless.

Kyouko leaned in close, her voice a warm breath against his ear.

"Looks like your big boy down there couldn't wait to land on these lands~," she whispered, tone soft but wickedly teasing.

Haruki chuckled, his voice low and thick with want.

"Yeah... my big boy's been flying all day, and now he's ready to land."

He kissed her again, deeper, as his hands slid under her thighs—lifting her effortlessly, her back gently resting against the wall.

Her legs wrapped naturally around him, and he shifted just enough to press against her—familiar pressure, firm and hot, pressing gently.

Kyouko's breath caught as she felt the tip of him teasing her entrance—not inside yet, but so close.

Haruki looked into her eyes, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you, Kyouko."

She smiled, cheeks flushed, lips trembling with heat and emotion.

"Me too, Haruki..."

Then she gasped—just slightly—as his body shifted and pressed against her again.

"Haruki~ we should move to the couch," she breathed, her voice breathy, trying to stay composed but failing sweetly.

He nodded, smiling.

"Okay."

Still carrying her in his arms, Haruki slowly walked toward the living room couch—his gaze never leaving hers, while the heat between them soared with every step.

Haruki gently lowered Kyouko onto the couch, his arms steady, his body already trembling with anticipation.

As she lay back, her naked body was fully revealed, illuminated by the soft low light.

Haruki's eyes lingered on her—seeing her in all her beauty, his breath catching at the sight of her.

Her skin—smooth, glowing, untouched by time.

Her body—soft and perfect in every place.

Her breasts—beautifully rounded, delicate yet firm, with small pink nipples that stood slightly in the cool air—so inviting.

Haruki's gaze hovered over her for a moment, simply admiring.

As a man, he couldn't help it.

She was a vision—not just because of her body, but because she was Kyouko. Young, radiant, beautiful Kyouko.

He leaned in, pressing gentle kisses along her collarbone, then lower—a slow trail of tenderness mingled with hunger.

His hands moved over her curves with quiet reverence, fingertips caressing the smoothness of her skin, slowly tracing from her buttocks to her waist, then rising higher—cupping her breasts with gentle care, thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks.

Kyouko shivered.

And when his lips closed around one of her nipples—warm, slow, loving—she arched slightly, her breath catching in a sharp gasp.

Haruki remained there, kissing, tongue flicking softly, one hand kneading her other breast, as if savoring every inch of her with pure focus.

She was perfect.

And he wanted to worship her completely.

To enjoy the touch and sensation of her silky skin, every curve and every warmth.

Kyouko closed her eyes, her breathing soft and shallow as Haruki's hands roamed freely across her bare skin—slow, gentle, yet purposeful.

Every touch sent ripples through her.

His fingertips brushed along her side, the pads of his thumbs grazing her waist, palms cupping her breasts with reverence—each movement deliberate, adoring.

She loved it.

Inside her mind, she whispered to herself:

I love this.

I love how he touches me.

I want more.

She didn't need to say it aloud.

Her body spoke everything—arching into his hands, pressing into his kisses, sighing softly with each warm breath against her skin.

Right now, she was sensitive all over.

Even the slightest touch made her shiver.

She waited—wanting him to explore more, to take his time. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

To worship her as only he could.

And beneath that rising pleasure, she felt something deeper—a craving she could no longer suppress.

She could feel his length now—warm, heavy, resting just above her core.

Not yet inside.

But so close that her body trembled in anticipation.

She wanted him.

All of him.

To fill her.

To stretch her.

To make her feel like only he could.

( End Of Chapter )