Third Person’s POV

Her beautiful, perfect white breasts adorned by her soft pink nipples that seemed almost delicate against her pale skin were now fully revealed.

The suddenness of it shocked her out of her wits.

Her trembling hands, which had been so eagerly working on his belt, froze mid-motion, and her mind went blank for a moment as it struggled to process what had just happened with her.

The freezing weather of the Ice Emperor City, with snow still falling softly outside and frost clinging to the window glass, immediately made its presence known.

The cold air kissed her exposed skin, sending a shiver through her body and raising goosebumps across her chest and arms.

But the cold was not the greatest factor that made her freeze.

What truly stole her breath and sent a deep, burning flush across her entire face was the realization that this was the first time in her entire life and her whole existence that she had ever revealed her private, intimate body parts to anyone in this world.

No lover, and no curious hand had ever seen her this way.

Not even her mother or her family members had seen her this way, especially after she became a teenager.

But now, it had happened like this in such a sudden manner.

Seeing Ethan’s intense crimson gaze, those eyes full of raw, undisguised lust that were fixed upon her breasts, she felt a strange, confusing mixture of shame and exhilaration.

Her pink nipples seemed to be responding to both the cold and his hungry stare as they hardened visibly.

Her white skin flushed a deep, rosy red, the color spreading from her chest up to her neck and across her cheeks.

At that moment, Ethan’s hands moved again.

He reached out and claimed her breasts in his palms as he cupped them firmly.

His fingers pressed into her soft flesh and sank into the plump mounds, the sensation eliciting a sharp, involuntary moan from her lips.

"Ahhhnn~~"

The sound escaped before she could stop it, shocking her as her eyes widened.

Embarrassment flooded her instantly, and she raised both hands to cover her mouth, as if she could somehow take back the noise.

She had never released such a shameful and submissive sound in her whole life.

She didn’t even know that the capability of making such a sound existed within, making her confused.

Seeing the way she tried to muffle her own pleasure and the innocent shyness in this elf beauty’s beautiful emerald eyes, Ethan found himself unable to resist her natural charms any longer.

Her seductiveness was not practiced or deliberate.

Instead, it was natural, unconscious, and all the more intoxicating because of it.

He leaned forward and captured her right nipple in his mouth.

He began to suck on it with his whole heart, as if he were a hungry baby seeking nourishment, though no milk came from her nipples.

He sucked gently at first and slowly started to increase the intensity with which he sucked her breast.

He took a bigger mouthful of her breasts, as if he wanted to eat her tits, making her gasp in pleasure and shock at how daring and dominating this man was, even against her, whom he didn’t know much.

He rotated his tongue around the sensitive peak and traced slow circles that made her breath hitch.

Then he softly bit down, just enough to send a jolt of a mix of pleasure and pain through her.

Her whole body trembled violently, and a long, drawn out moan erupted from her throat that was thankfully muffled slightly by her hands.

"Mmmnnn~~~"

His other hand was not idle as it cupped her left breast, his fingers kneading and fondling the soft mound, as he pressed and released in a rhythm that matched the movements of his mouth.

He listened to her melodious moans and found each one different and each one more desperate than the last.

He sucked her breast with full devotion, as if it were the only thing in the world that mattered to him at this moment.

As he did that, she looked down at him through her hazy, half-lidded eyes.

For a moment, bewilderment washed over her, and a new wave of a mix of shame and embarrassment coursed through her veins as the reality of the situation struck her that a grown man was sucking her breast.

A man she barely knew and a man who was supposed to be under her observation, not claim her like she was his property.

But the moment she felt his manliness, the hard press of his body against hers, the confident strength in his touch with which he handles her, and the raw magnetism of his perfect form, that thought drifted away like smoke in the wind in the next moment.

Her resistance crumbled, and her shame quieted.

In its place, something warmer and more dangerous took its place.

It was at that precise moment that a red ring on her finger began to blink rapidly.

The light pulsed insistently, cutting through the fog of pleasure that had filled her mind like a sharp blade.

She blinked in a disoriented state as reality came rushing back.

She started to pat Ethan’s head gently at first and then more firmly.

When she noticed that he was not listening, that his mouth was still latched onto her nipple, and his tongue was still circling and biting on it, she tugged at his hair lightly and whispered, her voice breathless and trembling,

"I-I have to go now. W-We can do this later..."

Her face was crimson as it burned with a mixture of lingering desire and fresh embarrassment.

Her voice was barely audible, even in the quiet room.

Hearing her words, Ethan paused and then, slowly, he released her nipple with a deliberate loud and lewd pop sound that echoed in the silence as his lips parted from her skin.

He looked up at her face and maintained steady eye contact with her.