Cry, Even Better if you Beg - Side Story 7

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Leyla’s eyes slowly opened as she touched something soft and feathery. While she savored the soft touch, her body felt like flying against the gravity, floating like a balloon devoid of direction.

The shiny night sky with its exquisite spread of starlight was the first thing she found. She didn’t realise she was laying on a long chair on the balcony until she turned around, looked at the table where the candles were swaying, and then at the railing beyond.

Their lips came together like lost lovers as their eyes did. They gave each other a passionate kiss, their tongues entwined as desire flooded their bodies. Leyla attempted to encircle Matthias’ neck with her arms, before she was briefly taken aback by the stern force of his grasp.

They kept on kissing passionately, melting into each other’s hot breaths letting the moist sounds of their lips speak, as they sucked on one another.

Matthias momentarily withdrew, letting her gasp for air at one time. He slowly licked the saliva that had amassed on his lips before leaning down for another passionate kiss on her.

“Nghh…..” Leyla let out a soft moan as Matthias grabbed her chest, which was heaving with each breath. Despite the veils of clothing separating them, she felt and absorbed the heat radiating from his body like the scorching sun in extreme summer.

Matthias grinned lasciviously as he started unbuttoning her blouse and Leyla gazed at him with hazy, lust-filled eyes. Then he leaned down and kissed the spot where beads of sweat had formed between her collarbones. Her presence grew stronger as his lips moved in the path of the water droplets on her skin.

Matthias threw his jacket aside with a thud on the ground, their clothes leaving their bodies one by one on the floor, in an urgent desperation. Their loud breathing could be heard along with the sound of their hot, moist bodies kissing.

“It’s alright.” Matthias reassured her, who was gasping and twisting, several times. “You are beautiful, Leyla.”

He was doing something foolish and disorderly to her, that made her irritated by his calm voice, yet she was also relieved by his complimentary remarks that sounded true.

Every time she nodded, her body began to unwind. It uncovered itself to experience lust and desire and Matthias was clearly attempting to reassure her.

Leyla was relieved to see Matthias’s blue eyes sparkling and his crimson lips smiling at her when it was time to glance at him once more, as if he could see into her penetrate through her soul.

Her eyes breathed shame. Leyla avoided making eye contact with him and stared up at the starry night sky when she heard Matthias take off his belt. Soon after, his shadow was engulfed in her body that was drenched in sweat and passion to melt in his desire.

No longer relaxed, her breathing was now accompanied by a faint moan.

Her petite body trembled.

But Leyla was fully aware that he was the one who ultimately gave in. She gets the most satisfaction being dominated by his strong body. She loved to be obeyed by the outburst of his passionate desire. She was willing to follow his lead, her body yielded.

“Leyla….”

Matthias kept reciting her name. The word escaped through the sound of his deep breaths, sweetening the tip of his tongue like honey extracted from its comb.

Leyla strained to somehow bring her hazy eyes into focus every time she heard her name fly from his lips as he looked more attractive than before like a lord of beauty and magnificence.

Looking at her

Matthias hunched over in a sweet defeat.

He went wild for her.

The torrent of kisses was fierce and impatient, as if attempting to shift the blame for this insane yearning. His trembling movement continued until at that precise time.

Leyla pushed him away and hugged him back, accompanied by moans and groans that she didn’t want anyone to think belonged to hers.

Once more, she experienced the sensation of being submerged in a wide river that was so deep that she was unable to touch the bottom. Her recollection of a terrifying memory returned to tease her. Yet her fear of the water had subsided. The instant she started to choke and float away was the same.

When Leyla opened her eyes, she noticed him. He was right there, in front of her, erected.

She turned to face the noble aristocrat, whose intimidating intensity of stare and firm resolve persisted. This man, who once hailed as a masterpiece of the Herhardt family, had evolved into someone driven by animalistic cravings, however, brought her greater joy at this point. Leyla secretly revealed in the notion that she was the only person to have this knowledge of him and that, at this very time, he belonged to her.

Completely

and entirely.

“Ma…tthy, nghh…”

Matthias’ brows narrowed as Leyla jokingly called him ‘Matthy’ for the first time. The morning following their wedding, this was the first time Leyla had referred to him in that way. He noticed her face filled with a mixture of delight and trepidation when he opened his eyes to the sunlight.

“What do you think of that moniker, Matthy?”

As she lay in his arms, Leyla asked the question in a cheerful, singing voice. Matthias, who finally understood the meaning of the nickname, smiled. He had told her several times to call him by his name, but she had stubbornly refused and finally decided to give him a new name.

Matthy..

He was her Matthy. Matthy that entirely belonged her along with the name.

Matthias had heard such nicknames during his childhood, but no one had ever called Duke von Herhardt by such a shy nickname since he inherited his title. Not even his grandmother or mother had done so.

He now found it hard to accept that she gave him a nickname like this. He would have rejected the term right away if it had been suggested by someone else, but Leyla’s voice made him enjoy hearing it.

It was pretty tempting for him to imagine that only Leyla would ever refer to him by this name for the rest of his life.

“Tell me if you don’t like it,” she said afterward, “I’ll just address you by your name, like you requested. But I prefer this name more.” Leyla added as she gave him a warm glance.

He predicted that she would continue acting in this way.

He finally grinned and gave in, and from that point forward, he became Leyla’s Matthy.

“Matthy..Do you know… what?” Leyla’s tiny hand, which was gripping his shoulder, quickly stroked Matthias’ cheek. “You… are mine as well.”

Leyla remarked this while grinning naively like a young child.

Matthias started laughing ferociously as he peered down at her foggy face to understand what she was saying. He was laughing, but it was somber laughter, accompanied with breath holding.

“Leyla….” was the only word he managed to articulate, voice so gruff it was nearly a growl. As her fingers brushed his cheek, Matthias couldn’t help but squeeze her fiercely.

He desired to stomp on her.

He wanted to devour her whole and bite her.

Yet Matthias was only able to give her a lengthy kiss on her thin, rapidly throbbing wrist.

“Yes…I’m yours,” Matthias delivered a dry whisper while nodding. His shirt collar was gently absorbing sweat as it quietly dripped down his neck. “Indeed, Leyla.”

…I’m yours.

There was nothing left in Matthias’s quiet eyes as he sat up and stared at Leyla, except an uncontrollable desire that he didn’t know how to deal with.

It was a summer night, with the starlight seeming to cover the sky, the river, and the forest connecting them.

The disturbance that had shaken the clear, transparent silence of the night died down as the fireflies stopped their group dance. The sobs and murky moans mixed together as if in pain, and the silence that followed deepened as the night went on.

Before removing his face from Leyla’s neck, Matthias barely managed to control his rapid breathing. Leyla’s eyes were closed, but she was still breathing vigorously. She started to get a cold as her body cooled down, and her shoulders started to tremble.

She was in his arms as he dozed off while licking the tears from her eyes. He then extended his arm and grabbed his jacket that had been left on the ground. He made a gentle move of covering her with the jacket, in stark contrast to when he had pushed her mercilessly before.

After a long time, Leyla barely opened her eyes and looked up at Matthias. Instead of seeing the star lit sky and dangling stars, she saw the blue snow of his eyes. Matthias was still overly dressed, except for a loosely tied tie, a wrinkled shirt, and a few open buttons.

Leyla frowned at the unfairness of it, but soon laughed and made fun out of the moment. He didn’t look so bad when he had lost his composure.

She laid her forehead against Matthias’s straight forehead and affectionately rubbed the edge of his nose before kissing it mischievously. She did this with the same languid satisfaction and affection that he had shown her. She only reciprocated his affection.

With a low smile on his face Matthias gently and lovingly massaged her Leyla’s head. Then he grasped her cheek tightly with his hand.

Matthias took the lead and kissed her first this time.

It was a more delectable,

deeper,

and sweeter kiss than hers.

Leyla was on the verge of crying, but she restrained herself. Her heart appeared to shine brightly like crescent moon. She didn’t want to spoil the moment heaven blessed her with.

*.·:·.✧.·:·.*

Late at gray night, the duke and his wife departed from the detached home.

Leyla was adamant that they return to the mansion even though it wouldn’t matter if they passed out there. Matthias gladly accepted the explanation because of Felix. The two took a leisurely stroll along the nighttime-crying forest path while holding hands.

Leyla took many glances at Mathias by her side as she processed the new information. His cheeks lit up with memories of the times she used to stroll in the forest and leave the detached house by herself.

She was often embarrassed and depressed back then, but on the occasions when Matthias gave her a little love, she felt much worse and was unable to handle it. She therefore hoped that he would prefer to be unkind, but these naive hopes would never leave her heart.

If it happened, it happened. If it was trod upon, it was trod upon.

She couldn’t throw it away, even though it was just a scabbed wound. She often spent the night crying out of intense agony. She never considered it to be love. She never imagined she would be loved. Maybe she was feigning ignorance yet whatever she felt with Matthias was more than love that travelled to crack holes of her heart and soul, filling her with the light she never hoped she could find. A light filled with a thousand colors of love, hope and joy.
“Leyla.”

Matthias whispered her name when the wind sprinkled its sweet scent around them that Leyla eventually woke up to the truth. Before they knew it, they were strolling through the mansion’s rose garden.