Chapitre 164: Scene CLXIV

"... Does it hurt?" — Softly, he asked.

"J-just slightly…"

"... It's so red…" — With his thumb Aslak stroked the place his teeth had mercilessly bitten, leaning to groom the cheek and lightly kiss the lips of a teary Ewelina. Lowering his head again to lick the place tenderly in guilt. — "nhaa… I'm sorry... *licks* I'm sorry it hurts..."

"A-Aslak… d-do not... we have to–"

"Aie. I know... Get dressed, Fatædi… I'll lick it to heal later." — Standing back up, kissing her forehead, his hands could not resist giving a tight grip on the helpless woman's hips. Already aroused by tasting again the flavour of his wife. Releasing her to also get dressed as they were to attend the king's invitation.

"... Y-you don't-... You do not need to lick it…"