Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 34: Last night with Lyriel 2

Chapter 34: Last night with Lyriel 2

The moonlight cast a faint, silver sheen across the room as Lyriel turned from the door, her fingers deftly sliding the lock into place with a soft, deliberate click.

The sound echoed faintly in the stillness, a quiet promise of privacy that hung between them.

She stood there for a moment, framed by the carved wooden frame, her unfastened emerald robe swaying gently with the subtle draft that slipped through the half-open window.

Her lips curved into a smile, slow, warm, and tinged with something unspoken, as her golden eyes fixed on Alex, who lay propped on one elbow amidst the rumpled silk sheets.

"I’ve been anticipating this all day," she said, her voice low and melodic, each word rolling off her tongue like a note in a song.

She remained standing, her bare feet silent against the polished floor, her posture relaxed yet commanding. "Being with you again..., it’s been pulling at me. I couldn’t focus on anything else. The tasks, the duties, they blurred into nothing, slipping through my hands like sand."

Her golden hair, loose and glowing in the moonlight, framed her face in soft waves, catching the light in a way that made it seem alive, shimmering with every slight movement of her head.

Alex blinked, the last tendrils of sleep still clinging to him like a fading mist.

His mind had been heavy with sleep, adrift in the quiet depths of rest, but her presence, her voice, her silhouette, began to tug him awake.

He shifted slightly, the sheets rustling beneath him, cool against his skin as he sat up further.

Her words washed over him, and as he watched her, the drowsiness started to ebb, replaced by a stirring heat.

Blood rushed downward, a slow, insistent pulse that tightened his groin, his body responding even before his mind fully caught up.

His rod hardened beneath the thin fabric, an ache building with every breath he took in her gaze.

A faint chime sounded in his head, a whisper from the system that only he could hear:

[Your lust is growing.]

The message flickered through his thoughts, clinical yet undeniable, and he swallowed, feeling the truth of it in the warmth spreading through him.

"I missed you too," he said, his voice rougher now, scraping against the quiet as he met her eyes. "Couldn’t stop thinking about you."

The lie slipped out easily, smooth as the silk beneath him, though his day had been filled with Sylra, her laughter, her eager pull through the marketplace, the way she’d bent for him in the shower

But here, in this shadowed room with Lyriel’s gaze pinning him in place, the truth felt distant, irrelevant. He let the words hang, watching her reaction.

Lyriel’s smirk deepened, a knowing curve that danced across her lips as she stepped closer.

The robe parted further with her movement, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin, pale and luminous in the moonlight, a contrast to the deep green fabric that framed it.

She climbed onto the bed with a grace that belied the urgency in her words, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight as she settled beside him.

Her scent drifted closer; floral, warm, with a hint of something wild, like the gardens beyond the window, and it wrapped around him, pulling him further into her orbit.

She reached out, her fingers brushing his chin, the touch light but firm as she tilted his face toward hers.

Her skin was cool against his, a stark contrast to the heat building within him, and her golden eyes searched his with an intensity that made his breath catch.

"How much did you miss me?" she asked, her voice a soft challenge, teasing yet edged with something deeper, something that demanded an answer.

"A lot," he replied, the words spilling out as his pulse quickened. His eyes flicked to her lips, full and slightly parted, and then back to her gaze.

She leaned in, drawing his chin upward, and her mouth met his in a kiss that was slow at first, deliberate, her lips pressing against his with a quiet insistence.

The taste of her was sweet, faintly spiced, like the lingering echo of the dinner they’d shared hours before, and it sent a jolt through him.

Alex stiffened for a heartbeat, caught off guard by the dominance in her tonight.

She’d always carried an air of authority, a quiet strength that shaped the room around her, but this, this was different.

Bolder, more commanding, as if the unfastened robe and the locked door had stripped away some final layer of restraint.

He hesitated, then leaned into it, following her lead.

His hands found her waist, the silk of her robe slick beneath his palms as he kissed her back, matching her rhythm.

She broke the kiss abruptly, pulling back just enough to look at him, her breath warm against his lips.

Her eyes locked onto his, and she sighed, a soft, exasperated sound that carried a trace of amusement. "Your damn eyes," she murmured, her voice a mix of fondness and warning. "They’ll cause trouble for you here, definitely."

The redness that had plagued him still lingered, he knew, a strange mark that set him apart in this world of elegance and order.

Before he could process her words, before he could even form a response, she surged forward again, capturing his mouth with hers once more, fiercer this time, as if to silence any thought that wasn’t her.

Her hand, still resting on his chin, began to move.

Her fingers slid downward, tracing the line of his jaw with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers racing across his skin.

They brushed along his neck, cool and steady, lingering at the hollow of his throat where his pulse thrummed beneath her touch.

Then lower still, her palm flattened against his chest, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt as she pressed down, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath.

She kissed him deeper, her tongue brushing his, and her hand continued its descent, each inch a quiet claim as she spoke, her voice muffled against his lips.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.