Can't Come Back - Chapter 25
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Cain was practically intoxicated by the tremendous sensation every time he entered Berlia. He could see her pallid, nude body under his gaze. Berlia’s round, white buttocks caught his attention as his gaze trailed down her silky waist. The sight of his penis going back and forth between her buttocks was lethal.
Cain had a strong hold on Berlia’s buttocks. Her smooth skin was pressed between his fingertips. He could no longer go gently. Cain began to thrust more rapidly.
Cain’s thighs began to collide with Berlia’s buttocks more frequently. The sounds of their bodies slamming and groans filled the room. Cain went closer and quickened his strokes as he embraced her breasts from behind.
“More, haa, Cain…!”
“A little more… back, khh… Arch your back, a little more… back, khh…”
Berlia obeyed Cain’s instructions. She arched her back and elevated her buttocks slightly. Cain then thrust his hips even quicker, which stimulated Berlia.
With their furious motions, the room appeared to heat up. Their fever for each other was increasing. Through their skin, they could feel one other’s heated bodies.
“Uhm! Haa, Ahh!”
They were nearing the pinnacle of ecstasy. She’d achieve her climax with only a few more thrusts from Cain.
Both were racing against the clock towards the singular aim of climax. Their breathing became harder and heavier. But they couldn’t stop themselves. They were on the verge of experiencing heavenly experiences. Sweat dripped down Cain’s brow and over the back of Berlia’s neck.
“Ugh,” Cain exclaimed as he fought to get free from Berlia. He couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t let go of her.
“Stay, huff, like that, Cain, it’s okay, ah, ahh!”
But she put her palm over his, gripping him strongly and stopped him.
He had previously granted her request once. But he couldn’t do it any longer. It was a risk. Despite her protests, he was going to draw away from her.
“Please, please, please…”
She pressed her thighs together, clutching him fiercely. The sensation was intense, and he could feel himself approaching a climax. He couldn’t keep quiet any longer. As he neared his climax, he yelled out Berlia’s name.
Cain let go within Berlia, deep within her. Berlia felt the warmth expanding inside her as she went past the gates of climax.
Cain drew away from Berlia. What he couldn’t keep within her ran down her thighs.
“I’m in love with you, Berlia.”
She was content. Berlia’s heart skipped a beat as he spoke.
This was her happiest moment in her 20 years of life.
Dean Hildayden, Berlia’s husband, would return in two months. The fact that Berlia and Cain had affections for one another did not change the fact that they were both members of the ‘Hildayden’ family.
They were both aware of this, yet they wanted to be honest with their emotions right now.
“I’m in love with you, Cain.”
Cain wrapped his arms around her from behind. His embrace was comforting. Berlia slept with Cain that night.
The golden Undeum flowers grew more vividly than ever outside the window, in the mansion’s garden. Berlia and Cain secretly fell in love this way.
* * *
It was early morning. The sun was gradually rising. The Hildayden mansion was peaceful. A shadow moved silently at an hour when no one had yet awoken.
The shadow went quickly from the second to the third storey. A door closed with a quiet thump a short time later.
‘No one would have noticed.’
Berlia was the owner of the shadow. She breathed a sigh of relief as she leaned against her chamber door.
Berlia and Cain had reaffirmed their affections for one other two weeks prior. During that time, the two surreptitiously visited one another’s rooms and discussed their feelings for one another.
Cain would go to Berlia’s room on certain days, while Berlia would go to Cain’s room on others.
They usually fell asleep together. This held true even when they didn’t make love. They wanted to cuddle and sleep together.
‘I can’t allow anyone to see me leaving Cain’s room.’
They couldn’t, however, stay together till daybreak. Before the servants of the house awoke, they had to return to their respective rooms. As a result, they maintained their romance while avoiding the gaze of others.
Even though their relationship was shaky, they were content. Their hearts finally connected after 3 years and 6 months.
He stayed alone in his room, where Berlia had gone, staring at the ceiling. Berlia’s warmth remained next to him. He cocked his head to examine the creases in the sheets where she had slept.
‘I hope she gets back without getting apprehended.’
Cain and Berlia only lately discovered they had been keeping each other in their hearts from the first time they met.
“Are you saying you thought the letter was sent by my brother, not by me?”
“Yes, because there was nothing written on it except the Hildayden family’s seal…”
“But, back then, you hadn’t even met my brother.”
“I never expected you to write me a letter, Cain. In addition, I received a marriage proposal not long after…”
Cain sighed as he remembered his talk with Berlia.
‘To think she thought the letter was from my brother…’
If he could go back in time, he’d propose to Berlia before his brother Dean. Even with the answer in hand, it was impossible to forcefully return the parts that had already been misplaced. All he could do from now on was try to properly position the remaining parts.
For three months, the two craved one other as if to make up for the love they couldn’t have for nearly three years. Cain had a good time with her every day.
‘But I’ll never tell Berlia what I overheard my brother say that day in the garden.’
However, there was a nagging, unpleasant reality in the back of his mind that he couldn’t shake. It was the real reason Berlia had become his sister-in-law. Cain couldn’t bear the thought of telling Berlia.
‘She’ll be hurt if she finds out she was exploited because of my brother’s desire to outdo me.’
She would definitely be hurt if she discovered that Dean’s marriage proposal and the devotion he gave her, even if just for a brief time during their newlywed days, were all falsehoods.
Cain desired Berlia’s happiness. He resolved to hide this unsettling reality in his heart.
* * *
Berlia was looking forward to this day. The reason for this was because the hostess of the afternoon tea gathering she was to attend was none other than Lady Bland, the Count’s wife. Berlia had been invited to a tea party at the Count’s house. Lady Bland had not invited Berlia since she wanted to be friends.
‘Countess Andrea will undoubtedly be present.’
They would very probably want to make up for Berlia’s humiliation at the Royal Ball. However, knowing this did not allow her to refuse the tea party invitation. If she declined for no apparent reason, it was inevitable that they would spread fresh tales about her.
‘Princess Claudia helped me before, but she won’t be there this time. The royal family rarely attends tea parties.’
Berlia collected her strength.
Noblewoman’s life was a succession of balls and tea gatherings. Participating in social occasions was both a responsibility and a work for them. While noblemen established their standing via commerce or politics, noblewomen did so through social activities.
And because royal ladies were at the peak of authority, they often only appeared at balls. They seldom went to tea gatherings.
‘Which dress should I go with?’
Berlia walked up to her dressing room. Elegant gowns were hanging neatly. Her wardrobe as a duchess was full of costly gowns. But beauty wasn’t everything. She would be mocked if she picked an out-of-date outfit. Berlia was in a pickle.
Knock, knock, knock.
There was a knock at her door in the middle of all of this.
“Excuse me, Berlia.”
Cain was the one who came into her room. Berlia flung open the door for him. There were no other people nearby. It was only Cain.
“Cain, what exactly is it?”
“I had missed you, so I came.”
The door slammed shut. Cain placed his lips softly across Berlia’s face.
Cain’s sentiments were repeated by Berlia. He stated he came because he missed her, and Berlia blushed with nervousness because these were words that lovers generally say to one other.
“I saw you this morning, but I was hoping to see you again. Berlia, didn’t you want to see me?”
She’d been concerned with picking out a dress for a time, but she couldn’t avoid seeing Cain.
“I, too, wanted to see you, Cain.”
Berlia gazed up at Cain with a hesitant grin. Cain smiled contentedly as she responded.
“Did you say you were leaving soon?”
“Yes, there’s a tea party at the Bland House this afternoon, so I was choosing a dress to wear.”
“Do you have a problem? You appeared disturbed earlier.”
“That’s because I don’t know which dress would suit me…”
Berlia produced a concerned expression. She didn’t have a significant social presence. She didn’t want other females to point fingers at her. She didn’t want anything to happen again with the sapphire hairpin she wore to the royal ball.
“In my opinion, any dress would look good on you.”
“There’s no way that’s true, Cain.”
Berlia shook her head in response to Cain’s comments.
“But it’s true, Berlia. You can have faith.”
“…I’m never confident in myself.”
Berlia lowered her head hesitantly. Cain understood Berlia’s lack of self-assurance.
“Is it because you come from a baron’s family?”