His Highness’ Secret Accountant

Chapter 206

Ayla's eyes widened at Theon's words, which he recited in a low voice.

Before she could answer his words, she was speechless due to Theon's lips, which had attacked her violently.

Moving slowly, his soft hand wrapped around Ayla's slender waist.

Theon's hot tongue, which entered between her gaping lips, explored everywhere.

Ayla slowly matched his movements while sucking on his soft tongue that was digging into her mouth.

After a while, his cold fingertips ran down Ayla's neck and slowly descended.

Theon's hand, which was brushing Ayla's black pearl hair, trembled little by little.

Ayla flinched whenever his fingertips touched her through the thin fabric.

The deeper the kiss, the harder it was to breathe.

At the same time, her heart, which was beating fast, had no intention of calming down at all.

She felt like she wanted to leave everything to him like this.

Ayla wrapped her arms around Theon's neck, applying a little more strength to her closed eyelids.

Tap, tap, tap.

As the atmosphere was reaching its peak, their lips, which were in contact with each other, detached themselves slowly at the unfamiliar tap on the window, as if they were disappointed.

A red cloth fluttered on the ankle of the gray animal that flew in through the slightly opened window.

"His timing is amazing."

Standing up while muttering in a low voice, Theon's face was completely contorted.

It was understandable, since they were in the mood after a long time but were disturbed by an uninvited guest.

Theon's eyes, which had become crooked, glanced at Ayla and turned gentle.

Silently looking at her, who was still breathing heavily, Theon bowed down once more.

With a kissing sound, he gave a light peck with his lips on Ayla's round forehead.

"I guess I should greet the uninvited guest."

When Ayla's lustful eyes turned to him, Theon spoke, grinning.

Contrary to his words, a breath filled with unfulfilled desire burst out from Theon's mouth as he got up from his seat.

As he moved, Ayla's body, which had been half lying on the sofa, also found its original posture.

Staring blankly at the button on her shirt, which she didn't know when it had become loose, Ayla brushed away her messy hair.

It would have been dangerous if they misbehaved.

Drunk on the mood, drunk on the emotions.

She put everything in his hands.

The places where Theon's fingertips traced still seemed to be burning.

Awkwardly fiddling with her reddened cheeks, Ayla's blue eyes turned downwards.

Rustle.

Seeing the red marks engraved under her collarbone, her already hot body heated up even more.

She felt a tingling sensation so she wondered what he was doing, but she didn't know he did such a cute thing

Buttoning up her shirt in a hurry, Ayla's sharp gaze was fixed on Theon, who was facing the window.

"You left marks on my body!"

"Mm. It's kind of a sign that you're mine. If you think it's unfair, leave some on my body too."

"It It's fine! You know I will have to wear a dress when I go back to the community, but it will be difficult to do it like this!"

"If I do this Orhan won't make you wear clothes that are all ripped apart."

""

"Pervert bastard. His preferences He always dresses you up with rags."

Theon frowned and muttered to himself.

As she listened to his inner thoughts that suddenly popped out, she felt like she was about to burst into laughter without realizing it.

She would have been angry if he had consistently played dumb at her own questions.

But there was not a single lie in his expression.

Instead, his sincerity was revealed so much that it was a problem.

The fact that he got annoyed by just thinking about it and pressed his lips together while frowning made him look cute. Theon, who was always on edge, seemed to be a little relaxed.

"Did it bother you a lot?"

Ayla, who suddenly came closer to him, grabbed his firm arm and asked.

Theon slowly turned around at the familiar touch he felt over the thin fabric.

"Of course, it did. You're breathtakingly beautiful even when you're like this."

His sweet whispering voice seemed to put her in a haze.

Theon's eyes, looking at Ayla, had a deep desire that she had never seen before.

As if trying to restart a conversation that had unfortunately ended, his cold fingertips slowly rose over Ayla's cheek.

"I want you so much I'm going crazy."

Thump.

Her heart rate, which had been calm, was rising rapidly at Theon's provocative words.

She was afraid that he might even hear the sound of her pounding heart beating loudly.

Theon, who had been gently caressing Ayla's cheeks, slowly approached her with his lips.

As his breath drew closer, Ayla's grasp on his sleeve gradually tightened.

The distance between the two people facing each other was less than a hand span.

They were so close that they could hear their hearts pounding towards each other.

Then, the moment Ayla's blue eyes were hiding under her long, abundant eyelashes.

Flap, flap.

"Damn it."

An annoyed voice escaped from between Theon's slightly gaping lips.

As if he had given up now, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips as he messed up Ayla's hair.

It seemed that today was not the day. Unfortunately.

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