The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort-Chapter 592: The Secret Sneak-in (4)

"Hold on," voice rough. He gave Serelith a lingering kiss, then eased her down until she lay across the bench among scattered schematics. She pulled him with her, fingers clutching his collar, hungry. Fabric rustled; tools clinked; another breathy laugh burst from Serelith as Mikhailis apparently whispered something wicked.

Lira’s pulse hammered. Stop staring. But the leaf’s glow, the sweat-damp curve of Serelith’s shoulder, the arrow-straight focus in Mikhailis’s eyes whenever he drew back just enough to look at the sorceress—it was all too intimate, too raw. And, she realized with a pang, heartbreakingly genuine. He wasn’t merely indulging in thrill; he cared. Each brush of his knuckles over Serelith’s cheek was tender, reverent.

That tenderness sliced Lira in two—jealousy like ice, desire like fire. She could almost feel his hand Ghost over her jaw, could almost taste the laughter that would spill against her lips. Heat coiled low in her belly, leaving her breathless.

Lira’s breath hitched, her body caught in the heat of the scene, completely swept up in what she saw. That tenderness—so raw, so genuine—it carved into her, deeper than she expected.

Jealousy like ice, desire like fire. It tore through her, left her swaying in place. Her knees trembled slightly, her palms pressed flat against the door as if it was the only thing holding her upright. She could almost feel it—that phantom touch ghosting along her jaw, his fingers threading into her hair, the press of his thumb just beneath her chin. She could almost taste the laughter that would spill against her lips, could almost feel the weight of his chest pinning her against a pillar.

Heat coiled low in her belly, a restless knot that only tightened as Serelith’s next breathy moan echoed softly from within.

Lira didn’t notice that she was leaning closer.

She didn’t notice how her shoulder nudged just a little too far.

How her elbow pressed slightly harder.

She wasn’t the only one. Beside her, Cerys was equally absorbed, her breath faint but quick, her body taut like a bowstring ready to snap. Her eyes flicked from Mikhailis’s wandering hands to the way his lips claimed Serelith’s over and over again, those kisses deep, wet, loud— "Slrp! Slrp!"—each sound twisting in her gut, a mixture of helpless envy and something she wasn’t prepared to name.

Cerys didn’t pull back either.

They both leaned in, just a bit more, hearts racing, breaths caught in their throats, eyes wide and unable to tear away from the sight.

The door, still slightly ajar, shifted under their weight with a faint creak.

Neither of them registered it.

The pull was too strong. Their curiosity too deep. Their emotions too tangled.

Another kiss. Another soft moan.

Another step closer.

And then—without warning—their combined weight tipped the door fully open.

The door swung forward with a low groan, not loud, but in the silent corridor, it felt like thunder.

Both women, wide-eyed, tumbled through the frame, balance lost in a single clumsy moment.

"Eh?"

The sound escaped Lira’s lips, small and stunned, as she stumbled forward, feet sliding on the polished stone, arms flailing uselessly to stop her fall. Cerys, caught equally off guard, jolted beside her, her normally graceful body unable to catch herself in time.

The door, now wide open, left nothing between them and the secret they were never meant to see.

That sudden, sharp jolt of surprise sent a shockwave through the quiet air, and in the instant their bodies stumbled forward, caught unprepared, something shifted—Mikhailis’s trousers betrayed him. The zipper, undone in the chaos of movement, slipped open. A heavy, undeniable presence pressed forward, too forceful for the moment’s grace, invading the space it shouldn’t.

Lira and Cerys froze, breath caught as their eyes involuntarily traced the unintentional revelation. The gleam of flesh pressed roughly against delicate satin, the contrast of softness and hardness vivid under the dim emerald glow that pooled around the entwined pair. The fullness and length—a stark, undeniable silhouette—loomed with a raw, commanding weight, pressing deep into the curve and heat of Serelith’s body.

Serelith’s head tilted back, cheeks flushed a fierce, glowing rose, lips parted in an urgent, involuntary sound:

"MMMHHHH!!!!!"

The cry was swift, primal, a soft yet powerful release of breath and need, echoing faintly through the shadows. But Mikhailis’s hand shot up, cupping her mouth in a firm but tender gesture. His eyes—dark pools of concentration and desire—met hers as he pressed his palm gently, silently commanding silence.

"Shh," he murmured, voice low and urgent. "Not here."

He tried to stop. But...

It was already too late.

The press of forbidden warmth was undeniable, the sheer presence—heavy, solid, impossibly deep—already sealed within her. Mikhailis’s breath trembled, his hands splayed against Serelith’s waist as though trying to restrain himself, to draw back, but the aching pull of her softness, the way she gripped and clung around him—it was an anchor he could not sever.

His mind screamed to stop, but his body... his body had already decided.

Serelith arched against him, her fingers clutching desperately at his collar, her breath catching in sharp, desperate fragments. Her lips parted against his palm, her muffled voice spilling in a broken rhythm.

"MMHH! MORE—SLRP!"

Her plea throbbed in the air, raw and sweet, tangled with the slick press and slow retreat of their mouths as they clung together. His tongue found hers again, gliding in a wet, unhurried stroke—tasting, coaxing, savoring the velvet-soft dance as though he could memorize her with every pass.

The movement of their tongues was not frantic—it was deliberate, deep, a languid entanglement that dragged small sounds from Serelith’s throat with every breathless slide. She tilted her head to chase him, to pull him deeper into her kiss, her tongue curling greedily around his, their breaths weaving into one.

Mikhailis shivered, groaning low into her mouth as the slow press of his hips met the trembling of her body, his own restraint dissolving under the growing heat. The sensation gripped him, tight and encompassing, as though she were shaped for him—yet still trembling under the overwhelming fullness.

Serelith’s back arched, her legs tightening around him as her voice stammered against his lips.

"MMHH—AH—TOO... F-FULL... YOU—SLRP—MMHH... YOU FILL ME SO MUCH—"

Her words melted into wet, gasping kisses, the rhythm of their tongues folding and pressing as if she couldn’t bear to let him go. Her breath came in ragged waves, her thighs pressing harder, her hands twisting into his hair, clutching desperately as though to tether herself to him.

Mikhailis kissed her deeper, his tongue stroking hers in long, savoring pulls, drinking in the soft, needy sounds that broke free.

Outside the door, Lira’s breath quivered, her body locked in place, her palms slick against the doorframe. Each soft "slrp," each wet slide of their tongues resonated inside her, coiling heat low in her belly, a fire that pulsed in time with the rhythm unfolding just beyond her reach.

Cerys, rigid beside her, swallowed hard, her fingers clenching and unclenching at her sides as her eyes remained fixed on the scene—on the glide of Mikhailis’s hands along Serelith’s waist, on the desperate curve of Serelith’s body arching into every deliberate motion.

The sound of Serelith’s breathless cry hit them again.

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Her voice cracked sweetly at the edges, trembling with the weight of it, the stretch, the exquisite tension that neither could voice too directly but both could feel in every trembling syllable.

Lira’s thighs pressed together, heat pooling fast and thick inside her as her own breath fell apart in tiny gasps she couldn’t swallow. Her heart pounded so violently it left her dizzy, her vision swimming as her fingers curled tight, desperate to hold onto something, anything.

Cerys’s chest heaved, a flush rising high on her cheeks, her jaw tensing as her breath came sharp and quick. The soft glisten at her brow betrayed her—this was not mere curiosity; this was unbearable, consuming.

The rhythm of the soft wet sounds—"slrp, slrp"—the thick heat of their breathless entanglement, the desperate way Serelith clung and begged, it carved into both of them with ruthless precision.

"MMHH! YOU—SLRP—IT’S... TOO MUCH—MORE, MIKHAILIS—PLEASE—MMHHH!!"

Serelith’s voice shattered them, pulling them deeper into the storm.

Lira’s breath left her in a thin, shivering whine she couldn’t hold back. She burned from head to toe, her body aching in a way she had never felt before, her heart tearing between envy and helpless fascination.

Beside her, Cerys’s gloved hand trembled against the frame, her breath snagging as she leaned closer—closer than she should—drawn irreversibly into the forbidden pull.

Inside, Mikhailis’s voice dipped, low and rough against Serelith’s skin. "Hold on to me. I’m not letting go. Not until you tell me you’ve had enough."

Serelith’s hands only clutched him tighter, her body rising to meet him, her answer a breathless, laughing moan. "MMHH! NEVER ENOUGH—SLRP—NEVER ENOUGH OF YOU—"

The emerald leaf pulsed steadily, as though marking their rhythm, glowing warmly over their entwined forms—a silent witness to their impossible, irresistible connection.

The door, left ajar in their careless tumble, creaked once more—a sound not loud, but deafening in the tense silence.

Mikhailis’s breath faltered.

His gaze flicked, just for an instant, toward the door.

And he saw them.

Lira. Cerys.

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