Reincarnated with a Military System in Another World

Chapter 107  The Surprising Turn of Events

Vincent kissed Elara deeply, his arms wrapping around her as if to hold onto the moment. The warmth of her body pressed against him, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to disappear.

During his hitman days in his previous world, Vincent had been what one might refer to as sexually active. After completing a mission, he would often find solace in the company of women, using those fleeting connections to distract himself from the weight of the lives he had taken. It had become a ritual of sorts—a way to detach, to remind himself that he was still human despite the darkness he carried.

And Elara's lips and tongue tasted sweet, sweeter than any kiss he had experienced before. Is this the difference between elves and humans? Vincent wondered as the kiss grew deeper, more intense. His hands moved to pull her closer, the heat between them building.

But just as Vincent was about to lose himself completely in the moment, Elara suddenly pulled back, her hands resting gently on his chest, creating a small but firm distance between them.

"Vincent, wait," she whispered, her voice breathless but steady.

Vincent's eyes, still clouded with the passion of the moment, slowly focused on her. "What?" "Nothing…it's just that you are taking it too fast," Elara said.

"Too fast? You were the one who kissed me first. Now that you put me in this position, you better take responsibility for this." Without hesitation, Vincent pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers again, and as he did so, he started pushing and guiding her towards the bark of the tree until Elara's back was against Vincent kissed Elara deeply, his arms wrapping around her as if to hold onto the moment. The warmth of her body pressed against him, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to disappear.

She let Vincent's lips move down to her neck, his kisses trailing along her soft skin until they reached her collarbone. Elara's breath hitched again as she felt the intensity of his touch, and she started noticing that she was having a situation down in her underwear.

Her body was responding in ways she couldn't control, the heat between them growing with each passing second. She could feel Vincent's hands starting to explore, sliding down her back and over her hips. The fabric of her gown felt like it was barely there, and the pressure of his body against hers only added to the tension building inside her.

She wanted him to eat her, the thought consuming her as she felt Vincent's hands continue their slow, deliberate exploration of her body. The heat between them was overwhelming, and all she could think about was how much she wanted him to take her to the edge and beyond.

Vincent's lips moved lower, grazing her collarbone as his hands slid down to the curve of her hips. Elara's body arched instinctively toward him, her need for him growing stronger with every touch. She could barely think, the intensity of the moment drowning out everything else.

As his hand moved to the hem of her gown, he paused, his breath warm against her skin. It was as if he was giving her one last chance to stop, to say no—but she didn't want to stop. She wanted more.

"Vincent, please," she whispered.

Hearing her plea, Vincent didn't hesitate. He lifted the hem of her gown, slowly, teasingly, exposing her thighs to the cool night air. His hands moved sliding up her legs, closer and closer to where she needed him most.

Elara's breath hitched again as he finally reached her, his fingers grazing over the wet fabric of her underwear. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.

Vincent's touch was confident, assured as if he knew exactly what she wanted—what she needed. He slipped his fingers under the fabric, finally touching her where she was most sensitive. The contact was electric, and Elara's body trembled with its intensity.

She was losing herself completely in the moment, her mind blanking as all her focus narrowed down to the feel of Vincent's hands on her, the way his fingers moved around her around her most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Just as the intensity between them reached its peak, Vincent suddenly paused. His breathing was heavy, and he could feel the heat radiating between them, but something inside him made him pull back. His hand stopped its movement, and he gently removed it from beneath Elara's gown.

Elara, still caught up in the moment, opened her eyes slowly, confusion and desire mingling in her gaze as she looked up at him.

"Vincent... why did you stop?" she asked.

Vincent took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "We should stop," he said gently. "This isn't the right place or time. We need to return to the banquet before anyone notices we're missing."

Elara's eyes searched his, and after a moment, she nodded, understanding the reasoning behind his decision. She could see that Vincent was trying to be responsible, not wanting to take things too far in a situation where they could easily lose control.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice a little steadier now. "You're right."

"Damn, I thought elves would be like conservative creatures," Vincent chuckled.

"We can be," she replied with a teasing smile, "but I suppose I'm not like most elves."

Vincent nodded, his expression softening as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Then in that case it would be problematic for your future partner that you have been touched by a human."

Elara's teasing smile faltered slightly at Vincent's words. She looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of seriousness behind the playful tone. There was a pause, and she felt a flicker of doubt.

"Problematic?" she repeated softly. "Why would it be problematic?"

"Looks like it won't be a problem to you," Vincent said.

"No one will know if no one is going to talk about it," Elara finished.

"I suppose you are right," Vincent replied.