Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 172: Arielle’s Tears

"Ronan... this is too ticklish..."

Ronan didn’t listen, he grabbed Arielle’s hands to wrap around his neck. He went up once more to kiss Arielle more deeply. This time he again dominated, playing his tongue, tempting Arielle’s lips to open.

Arielle already knew what to do. The girl opened her lips and let Ronan play with her tongue. The girl closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on responding to the movement of the man’s tongue until she didn’t notice that the skirt of her dress was starting to be lifted.

Ronan got even more aroused when he saw Arielle’s face, which was concentrating on his lips and his tongue. He kissed her lips tightly. Ronan didn’t care where they were right now.

To bring Arielle to the bedroom would take a lot of time, and there would also be many other things that could distract Arielle. Tania could suddenly appear, or Sasha, or the five rabbits that called for Arielle’s attention. Ronan would end up with a blue ball. No, thank you.

Ronan looked for the bodice that tied the girl’s dress. His hand rubbed up and down Arielle’s back, but there were no strings found. He was forced to break the kiss to examine Arielle’s dress from the front. And sure enough, the bodice of the dress was located at the front.

Arielle’s face was bright red with wet lips. Ronan felt his pants were getting tighter and needed to be removed right away. He took off his coat and jacket and tossed them on the floor just like that. Ronan lowered his face to give the girl another kiss. Without Arielle knowing, the man had removed his belt and unzipped his own pants.

Arielle’s thick skirt was not a hindrance to Ronan. He untied the corset on Arielle’s dress. Arielle, who realized that they had done something more than just a kiss, held the man’s hand.

"Ronan?"

Ronan grabbed Arielle’s hands and held them above the girl’s head. He kept removing the corset of Arielle’s dress until her breasts were exposed in front of him.

"Ronan! We’re still in the library," said the girl, frantically trying to free herself from the man’s grip.

"No one would see us, Arielle."

"But... Ah...!"

The girl let out a long moan as Ronan devoured one of her nipples. Her heart was beating faster, spurred by the adrenaline and stimulation Ronan gave her.

She bit her lip, trying to keep herself from moaning too loudly. Every now and then, her eyes scanned the stairs, afraid that there would be anyone other than them.

"Ronan, we can go back to the bedroom first."

"No time, Arielle. I’ve missed you so much," the man answered briefly and then sucked on Arielle’s nipples again alternately.

Arielle gripped Ronan’s hand, which was pinning her hands tightly above her head. Ronan felt the girl’s nails sticking tightly into his arm, but he didn’t care.

Ronan took in a mouthful of the girl’s breast. Arielle tried to cross her legs to hold back the strange feeling that hit her crotch as the man rubbed the rough side of his face against her chest.

Ronan lifted Arielle’s skirt, exposing the girl’s long legs. Ronan touched Arielle’s smooth feet roughly and positioned his body in between her thighs. Even though there was still a barrier there, Ronan could feel the warmth he was looking for.

Arielle panicked, even more, when the man touched her crotch. She turned to the side and saw several people were passing by in the garden. She could even clearly see some of the knights who were training in the Colosseum.

"Ronan ... please stop," asked Arielle softly. She tried to get his hand out from under there, but her movement only made his hand touch her deeper. Arielle, whose adrenaline was pumping, couldn’t help but moan. The sensation she felt was more intense than usual.

The girl gasped even more as Ronan pushed his middle finger in. Her tears slowly spilled out because she didn’t know how to stop the man.

Arielle herself was confused, between wanting more and being afraid of being found out by others. And there was also confusion she could not voice. Ronan continued to make her mind foggy until finally, Arielle reached her climax.

The corner of Ronan’s eyes saw the girl’s long braided hair, and with his free hand, he untied the knot so that Arielle’s long hair was now flowing freely around her body. Ronan straightened his body and looked at this work of art.

Arielle looked at him with a sad look. The girl’s lips grew red with a wet glint from their kiss earlier, and on the exposed part of Arielle’s chest, there were red spots due to the kiss marks he made. In addition, there were some fine red strokes due to his stubble.

Ronan’s heart stopped for a moment when he saw the tears streaming down the girl’s face. His body froze. He didn’t hear the girl’s protest earlier. So, he didn’t know if Arielle was crying.

"Arielle? Why are you crying? D-did I do it rudely? Or are you uncomfortable with my beard? I’ll shave it up immediately," asked Ronan, who panicked.

Arielle pulled her skirt back down, as she felt ashamed. Arielle closed her eyes as the man wiped her spilled tears.

"Ronan... can we do it in a closed place?" asked Arielle in a trembling voice.

Ronan cursed himself. He was too overcome by lust that he could not think clearly. He only cared about himself. He did not ask Arielle’s consent first to make love with him in this place. Ronan was just thinking with his crotch.

He also grabbed Arielle’s body and hugged the girl gently.

"Forgive me.... I was so excited that I didn’t even think about you."

Arielle nodded. She forgave the man. Arielle never had a problem with the man’s touch. It was just that they were out in the open now, and that bothered her a lot. She became uncomfortable. Ronan then helped Arielle to reassemble her gown.

After the girl’s clothes were put on properly, Ronan kissed the girl on the lips softly. Arielle could still feel a hard object under her body. This meant that Ronan was not completely satisfied.

"Would you like to rest? Or read a book? I promise not to interrupt your study if it makes you uncomfortable," Ronan said.

Arielle shook her head and hugged Ronan tightly. "I’m not asking you to leave me. It’s just that I’m not comfortable doing it out in the open."

"I’m sorry," said the man who returned Arielle’s hug.

Ronan restrained himself as best he could as Arielle moved on his lap. He hadn’t zipped up his pants again and with every movement the girl made, his manhood was getting more and more aroused.

"Arielle... can we continue?" asked Ronan while pressing Arielle’s body to hug her tightly.

Arielle nodded slowly, making Ronan stand up for a moment. Arielle, who was surprised, immediately stood on her own feet. Ronan hurriedly re-zipped his pants and grabbed his jacket and coat. He saw Arielle, who was fixing her skirt.

The man carried Arielle without asking permission.

"Ronan! I can walk on my own!"

"That’ll take too long," said the man impatiently.