I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 13

It was a strange thing to say. Eve pointed that out. “Why do you speak as if you know me so well?”

Azazel’s smile deepened at Eve’s question. “Because I do know you well.”

That wasn’t much of an explanation. Eve narrowed her eyes and stared at him as Azazel leaned forward to meet her gaze. Each time Eve backed away, he closed the distance again.

“I know you better than your husband, your parents, or your sister. I regret that I wasn’t the one to find you first.”

“What?”

Eve couldn’t understand what Azazel was saying. As if to comfort her confusion, Azazel smiled and spoke softly, “You’ll find out everything soon enough.”

At the same time, he pushed Eve backward. Feeling as if she were floating, a small scream escaped her lips. Eve tightly shut her eyes, anticipating pain and the embarrassment of falling in front of Azazel, but instead, something soft cushioned her fall.

‘What…?’

Opening her eyes slowly, Eve looked around in confusion. Somehow, she had fallen onto her bed. Clutching her pounding heart, she tried to calm herself, but a soft chuckle reached her ears. Though it was a pleasant sound, it wasn’t so pleasant when the source was Azazel. He was the cause of this ridiculous situation, after all.

Eve lifted her head, glaring at him sharply, only to meet his gaze. His expression was affectionate, as if he found her endearing. She felt strange, but it wasn’t an embarrassment. No, there was something else—something like… pleasure. But Eve quickly pushed the thought away. She clenched her fingers around the blanket, trying to ignore the feeling she had just experienced. Just then, Azazel’s voice caught her attention again.

“So, Eve?”

Startled, she looked at him. Azazel leaned in and whispered sweetly, “If sex is off the table, can we do something else?”

That strange feeling from earlier instantly vanished. Annoyed by his persistence, Eve frowned. But Azazel, unfazed, continued speaking as if he were asking for a small favor.

“I’d like to kiss you.”

“Kiss?”

Eve’s frown deepened in disbelief, but Azazel smiled mischievously, pretending not to notice.

“Yes, that should be fine, right? You kiss your husband as a greeting, don’t you?”

It was a twisted argument. Regardless of what it was, cheating was cheating. Eve had no intention of causing a scandal before her marriage was fully settled. Sensing her thoughts, Azazel reached out first.

“You kiss without feeling all the time, don’t you?”

His thumb pressed gently against the middle of Eve’s lower lip, tracing its shape. His touch was soft and delicate, but Eve froze like a hunted animal.

His lips curled up in a smile, and though his expression was gentle, his icy blue eyes held a darker, colder intensity. Azazel seemed aware of his gaze, as he smiled with his eyes, but the coldness couldn’t be hidden.

How did Azazel know all of this? The contract was one thing, but he couldn’t possibly know the intimate details of her marriage. What else did he know? And why was he so upset about her kissing his father? Her mind was a mess.

Azazel laughed at her confusion. He knelt before her, bringing their eyes level.

“I’m still a virgin who hasn’t even kissed anyone yet.”

She had heard him say it before, but it was still hard to believe. A virgin? With that face, that voice, and that body? Azazel’s cheeks flushed like a boy’s. “I’ve saved myself for you.”

This smile was different from his earlier expressions. It wasn’t the playful smile he wore while mocking her; this was a shy, innocent grin. His once pale cheeks were now flushed with color.

Eve’s eyes were drawn to the redness of his skin, and her mouth went dry. She had barely managed to calm herself by thinking of the contract, but now, her body heated up again at the sight of his shy smile.

Azazel whispered as if sighing, “Ever since that time, I’ve felt this way. We’ve played hide-and-seek for far too long.”

With a playful tone, Azazel reached out and gently took Eve’s hand, which had fallen to the side of the bed.

“So please, grant me this. You can at least allow me this much, can’t you, Eve?”

Though she had heard her name countless times before, the sound of it now made her heart drop. It was as if her name carried some kind of spell. His request seemed simple and harmless, and she found herself wanting to grant it.

Eve asked again, “Kiss?”

Azazel nodded slightly. “Yes, just that. You’ve given away far too many to the wrong men already.”

His gaze fixed on her lips, filled with a hunger that made her skin burn. It was a gaze that seemed as though he wanted to bite and tear her lips apart. Yet Eve didn’t feel the urge to scold him. Instead, that greedy look made her stomach flutter with heat.

In a dazed voice, she muttered, “It wasn’t that many times.”

“You’re lying. I know exactly how many times it was.”

Azazel’s beautiful lips twisted into a smile.

“Once or twice a week, so diligently. Even if you skipped a month, you’d sometimes kiss for three days in a row.”

Azazel’s sarcastic muttering was directed at Count Hound. His wandering eyes returned to Eve.

“So, you owe me many kisses. Far more than you gave him.”

It was absurd. What mother and son would do such a thing? Yet Eve couldn’t bring herself to refute his words. As ridiculous as it was, she wanted to kiss him. She wanted to see this beautiful man smile shyly once again.

Azazel took a step closer to her. “If you knew how much I’ve tried to protect you, you’d understand.”

They were now so close that their eyelashes could almost touch. Azazel’s soft voice sounded like a command as he asked, “My first kiss is yours, so give me permission.”

Eve instinctively lowered her gaze, avoiding his piercing blue eyes. That’s when she noticed his lips. Full, beautifully shaped lips, curled into an inviting smile. His tongue briefly flicked across his lips, as if waiting for her approval.

The image of the man from her dreams flashed in her mind—the man whose lips had kissed every part of her body. For a moment, Azazel overlapped with that man from her dreams.

Just a kiss… it wouldn’t hurt, right? It would be fine as long as they didn’t go all the way. Overcome by temptation, Eve reached out and brushed her hand against Azazel’s cheek. The warmth of his skin under her palm reassured her that this was real, not a dream. Eve pressed her hand against his lips, where the tip of his red tongue teased her.

“…A kiss, I suppose.”

A radiant smile spread across Azazel’s face.

“Well done, Eve. I knew you’d make the right choice.”

He was so beautiful, it felt unreal. Eve’s heart pounded wildly as Azazel’s face drew closer. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable kiss. She had never closed her eyes so tightly when kissing her husband. Was it guilt that made her heart race so wildly?

As she waited for their lips to meet, she suddenly felt warmth somewhere other than her lips. Realizing that Azazel’s hand had slipped between her thighs again, Eve grabbed his arm in alarm.

“What are you doing?”

“Wouldn’t it be a waste if only I got my first kiss? Let’s give this part its first kiss too.”

Was he serious? Did he not know what a kiss was?

“This is ridiculous…”

Azazel’s hand slid further up her thigh.

“No one will know. It’ll feel much better this time.”

And yes, it would feel good. Even if it had been just a dream, whenever that man from her dreams kissed her below, Eve always lost herself to the pleasure.

Azazel’s warm breath brushed against her legs, causing her whole body to shiver. Eve couldn’t resist anymore. She wanted to experience that pleasure in reality, not just in her dreams.

Azazel knelt before her and whispered, “The servants won’t find out. They’ve all been dismissed.”

At those words, Eve’s hands finally gave in, falling limp at her sides. Azazel pushed her slip aside and nestled himself between her legs. With the fabric of her slip draped over his head like a veil, his presence felt almost holy, like a bride awaiting her groom. When his warm breath touched a place no one had ever kissed, goosebumps rose all over her body.

Trembling beneath him, Eve let out a soft gasp as Azazel placed his lips reverently on her most intimate area. His tender kiss drew a soft moan from her. Again and again, he kissed her there. It felt strange to see the look in his eyes, filled with awe as if he were sharing a first kiss, treating something precious with utmost care.

No matter how hard she tried to stop herself, her body was heating up, her lower belly tingling with need. It was more intense than any dream she’d had before, and she wanted him to kiss her even deeper. She was ashamed of her own growing desire, but it was something she couldn’t control.