Chapter 184 - The Scars Of Yesterday
Chapter 184 – The Scars Of Yesterday
[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
With all that said and my heart out in the open, I had no other reason to lie. For these past three years, I lived in deception. I was never happy, and I was never alright. Even if I could find something to distract myself, I had always known it was never enough to unloved Hugo.
That was proven now that I was in his arms. Hugo carried me to the bed without breaking our kiss, laying me down gently.
I hiccupped as I opened my eyes while he planted his palm on my rear. He smiled wearily, wiping the lingering tears from the corner of my eyes.
"I shouldn't be happy when you're crying like this," he muttered, bending over until his weight blanketed me. "But I can't help it."
Once again, Hugo claimed my lips, and I basked in the warmth of his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips against his.
He was my home. Be it then or now, he would always be my safe haven. My calm and my poison. Hugo basically holds my life. My death and life were in his hands, and I could only pray he wouldn't push me to despair.
With our tongues intertwined, I helped him unbutton his shirt. Neither of us dared to break the kiss, even when our lips were swollen. It didn't take long when his top was tossed out of the bed.
We were gasping for air when he finally took a break from our passionate kiss. His pair of glinting eyes hovered over me while his fingertip slid the strap of my bra off my shoulder. I bit my lower lip, watching the desire in his eyes grow intense.
"This is too daring," he muttered, shifting his pair of sharp eyes on me. "I wanted to poke every eye who saw you wearing this."
"Hugh, it's just a costume," came out a weak voice, averting my eyes in embarrassment. "It's not like I usually wear something like this."
"Is that so?" his voice lowered, caressing my collarbones gently. He then bent over and trailed kisses on my jaw, down to my neck. Each kiss left a mark, hands sliding under me to unhook the bra. I arched my back with my mouth falling open.
I felt light-headed as he kept biting my skin, kissing it as a reward. Before I knew it, the only fabric that was covering my breast was gone. But just as I tried to cover my breast out of instinct, Hugo held my arm, pinning it to the side.
"Don't hide from me," he said, making me turn my head as he lowered his eyes. "Rinrin, don't look anywhere. Just stay with me."
Hugo nudged his nose against my chin, brushing it even when I turned and faced him. "Is there a part of you that I hadn't seen?" he asked.
"But…" I trailed off when he pulled away so we were facing each other.
"Hmm?"
"Nothing." I shook my head, swallowing down the tension in my throat. I sported a smile as he continued to take off my harem pants. But just as he did, my eyes dilated when I looked down.
"Hugh!" I called, holding his shoulders to catch his attention. He looked back at me lazily, tilting his head when I propped my elbow against the mattress.
"Hmm?"
"What…" I touched a raised scar from his shoulder blades across his chest. I pushed his chest lightly only to have my heart broken. He was covered with deep scars. Werewolves were born with regeneration ability. It was rare for a werewolf to have scars unless they were too deep or incapacitated.
"How did you…" And it hit me. Didn't he say he would show me how he was fighting his instincts? Was this it? I looked at him, wide-eyed. "Don't tell me, you…"
"Rinrin, does it really matter?" he cupped my jaw and raised his brows. "Will you run away again if I tell you the truth? If so, then, no. That's not the result of fighting my instincts. I inflicted it in the war against another small empire that challenged Ronmin."
"Hugh…"
"Rinnie." Hugo looked at me straight in the eye. "Don't run away."
My breath hitched. He kept telling me not to run away, as if he needed to remind me. That wasn't what I wanted to do. How could I run away and change my mind? With these scars covering his body permanently, I couldn't imagine the pain he went through for me.
I was selfish and shameless to think Hugo wouldn't suffer as much as I did. He inflicted self-harm for the sake of controlling himself. For what? Or rather, for who?
For me…
My eyes softened with bitterness. "Let me," I urged, baffling him. I didn't want to explain, as I used a bit of strength to push him, flipping our position so that I was saddling him.
Hugo sported a look of surprise. I stared at his face, my hair falling over my shoulder until a few portions of my hair were covering my bosom. In this position, I could see his muscular physique that was filled with scars.
I traced the scar across his chest, eyes on him. "Did this hurt?" I asked while he kept his mouth shut. Even without his answer, I bent over and planted a peck on his scar. They were a lot of them, but I kissed them all with equal affection.
When I looked up, Hugo was staring down at me. Only then did I realize I crawled down and my face was just over his lower abdomen. I gulped down, my fingertips hovering at his waist.
"Come up here, Rinrin," he reached for me, but I frowned.
"But, I…"
"Don't." He shook his head, crooking his fingers. I helplessly moved back up to him until my face was over his face.
"Why did you stop me?" I asked with a frown. I wanted to imitate him since I was already on top of him and I was in charge.
Hugo let out a low chuckle as he planted a peck on my lips. "Because I'm impatient?" I flinched when something on my nether region poked my entrance.
"I don't think I can play tonight, Rinnie," he whispered in a dark tone, squeezing my hip lightly. "Neither I can be gentle."
As soon as those words left his lips, Hugo flipped our position again.. I couldn't react quickly as my back hit the soft mattress again; Hugo standing on his knees and ripping my pants as if it was a piece of paper.