Garden Of Poison-Chapter 271: Snowflake X Ray of Sun

Thank you everyone who have been patient. My dad had to be hospitalised, but he is doing better now. I know some expect ’compensation’ updates, but there are times I hope you understand that things happen in my life as I am a normal person.

And for those who feel it is ridiculous that I miss updates, sometimes I don’t have the mental capacity to write continuously and take breaks to recharge instead of writing garbage for the sake of it. I don’t charge high privilege for the same reason, keeping in mind that readers don’t pay much. I keep 69 coins instead of 600–1000 coins for 20 Chapters like some of the authors on the platform. The sad part is, there are some who don’t understand that there are things we go through in life. On a side note, this book will be ending this month.

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Since last night, Emily had begun to feel anxious in Raylen’s presence. The Archdemon had displayed the patience of a saint, and even though she had subtly provoked him to elicit a reaction from him, it felt as though she was the one burning from the flames she had tried to ignite.

She felt the firm grip of his fingers on the back of her head, tugging her hair and indicating the dominance he desired to assert over her. Her lips parted, and her breath grew increasingly heavier with each second that passed beneath his burning gaze.

"You should have chosen to utter those words back in the castle, Princess," Raylen murmured, his other hand reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress.

Emily’s heart shuddered, and her eyes widened slightly in response to his words. Here? Her cheeks burned even brighter than the hidden sun as she felt him lean in. When his lips hovered just above hers, they parted even further in eager anticipation, waiting for his lips to descend on her own. However, the Archdemon playfully teased her by tracing his lips along her cheek and then her jaw, his warm breath caressing her skin.

"What if someone comes by?" Emily asked, her eyes wanting to dart around their surroundings, but it was hard to tear her gaze away from the handsome man before her.

Raylen’s hand, which was grasping the zipper, harshly pulled it down, the sound creating a sharp contrast to the serene silence they were surrounded by. His lips then drew close to her ear, and he replied, "If someone were to stumble upon us, they wouldn’t be able to see us. This is our private space and time." And if someone did catch a glimpse, he would gouge their eyes out of their skull, not that he would allow anyone to see her in that state.

Raylen released her hair from his hold and let go of her zipper. Taking a step away, he admired her with his dark blue eyes. He asked her, "Scared, Little Red?" because he could hear Emily’s heart thudding in her chest.

"No," Emily whispered. She wasn’t scared, but there was an unmistakable blend of nervousness and excitement coursing through her veins right now.

Although the most they shared were kisses, there were particular actions of Raylen’s that had ignited desire within Emily. But the idea of doing it out in the open made her cheeks burn even brighter than before. She took a step towards him and closed the distance between them, placing her hands on his firm chest, where she could feel the taut muscles beneath.

When Emily raised herself on her toes to align their heights, tilting her chin upwards, Raylen’s hands came to settle on her slender waist, pulling her to him as their lips met again without any teasing. What started as a sweet kiss soon turned into a passionate exchange, with neither of them able to break away as they savoured each other’s taste while sharing the intense heat between them.

"I think this must be one of my favourite things," Emily mumbled as their lips parted, both still wrapped in each other’s embrace.

Raylen leaned in and peppered gentle kisses on her neck, eliciting a contented sigh from her. "And what are your other favourite things?" Raylen inquired, his voice a soft, intimate whisper.

Emily’s body had come alive under his touch, and she came to believe that this was only the tip of the iceberg, judging by how his unruly eyes looked at her. She replied, "Your words, your affection, your eyes."

Raylen couldn’t help but release a soft chuckle upon hearing the mention of his eyes. He hadn’t forgotten the night she had asked for his eyes for a few minutes. His thumb brushed against her bottom lip, taking its sweet time to feel the softness and see colour rush to it at his touch.

"I love your eyes too," Raylen confessed, gazing deeply into her hazel brown eyes. "My sparrow."

"You have many names for me," Emily murmured. No one had ever given her a name quite like that before.

"And many more to come," Raylen hummed. He dropped his hand to his side, but then playfully spun his finger, eliciting a gasp from Emily as the cool air grazed her exposed back where the zipper had been undone.

Emily gave him a look and remarked, "You are making me feel cold." Her hands, which were resting on his chest, slid upwards and pushed aside the coat that he was wearing. She noticed a glimmer of wickedness in those striking blue eyes of his, which only heightened her anticipation.

As the coat gracefully slid from Raylen’s body and fell to the ground, he remarked, "It appears that you need to be warmed up more thoroughly."

As Emily’s feet shifted, she unintentionally stepped on a twig that emitted a soft crunch under her shoe. She instinctively turned to look behind her to check if someone was there, but before she could fully turn, Raylen’s other hand gently slid under her chin, guiding her to look back at him. freewёbnoνel.com

"Look only at me and no one else," Raylen murmured, a glint of possessiveness coming to hover in his darkened eyes. "If someone were to lay their eyes on you right now, they wouldn’t breathe again. Only I get to see you like this," he whispered in a velvety tone, his gaze fixed on her as he observed her panting.

The words spoken were few, but the way they were delivered caused Emily’s thighs to squeeze against each other. And as if that weren’t enough, the handsome Archdemon pulled his hand away from her chin and raised it to the side. His fingers curled as though grasping something in the air, and suddenly, the snow beneath them melted, transforming into vapour.

"It disappeared..." Emily murmured, feeling slightly dazed.

"I will remove anything that makes you uncomfortable, Princess. Anything that takes away your attention from me." Raylen’s smile held a dangerously tender quality, revealing a glimpse of the Archdemon’s inherent nature, always present within him.

Emily felt her heart skip a beat at Raylen’s possessiveness, and she responded to him, "You are the snow that I have grown to love."

"And you are the sun I wanted to be around and needed," Raylen remarked, gazing directly into her hazel brown eyes. "You are my snowflake, Emily. I know you aren’t particularly fond of the gloomy weather, but if you ever need light," he said as the clouds parted to reveal the warm rays of the sun.

A smile gently tugged at her lips as if she had just come to a realisation when he referred to her as his snowflake. She said, "You are my ray of sunshine."

Raylen, ever the considerate lover, took great care to ensure Emily’s comfort and warmth. However, his touch, though tender, possessed a certain chilly allure as his fingertips traced a delicate path along her neckline, as if his primal instincts urged him to rip her dress apart. He slowly guided her dress downward until it pooled around her feet.

Emily stood there wearing nothing but her petticoat skirt around her waist and stockings, leaving her upper body exposed as a feast for his hungry eyes that were now fixed on her.

Under the vast open sky, Emily couldn’t quite tell whether it was the hour of the day or the utter seclusion that made her heart race. Her hand instinctively rose to her chest, but before she knew it, Raylen’s hand intercepted hers, drawing her close and pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.

In the blink of an eye, Emily found herself lifted off the ground by Raylen, her legs encircling his waist and her arms around his neck. They didn’t break the kiss, which was nothing less than a burning fire fueled by the intensity of their feelings for each other, and it only continued to grow with each passing moment.

Emily felt an irresistible urge to draw even closer to Raylen than they already were, and she pulled him nearer, feeling him first gently and then more forcefully nip her lips, which elicited a moan out of her.

As if unsatisfied with the initial moan, he bit her even harder, causing her to feel a sharp sting that made her wince. Before he could nip her again, Emily’s fingers found their way to the back of Raylen’s head, and she tugged on his red locks. This prompted both of them to pull away from each other, allowing her to catch her breath and notice the wickedness dancing in his eyes.

A gasp escaped Emily’s lips when she felt the rough bark of a tree pressing against her back, as Raylen had subtly walked them towards it. She could feel his powerful arms effortlessly holding her, as if she weighed as much as a feather.

However, that wasn’t all Emily felt. She felt Raylen’s hardened manhood intimately pressing against her core, and she couldn’t help but moan when he adjusted their position, creating tantalising friction.

Raylen watched Emily suck in a breath, seeing the desire ignite in her innocent eyes. The air between them started to thicken with yearning as he moved his hips, feeling her grip on his hair loosen as her hands weakened along with the rest of her body. When his head settled in the crook of her neck, he took a deep whiff of her delicious smell.

Raylen finally lowered Emily to the ground and released her from his hold. Walking backwards towards where their discarded articles of clothing lay on the ground, she watched as his hands reached for the buttons on his shirt, deftly unbuttoning them from the top while their eyes remained locked on each other. He removed his shirt and bent down to arrange his coat and her dress, seemingly to create a more comfortable surface. Finally, he turned his gaze back on her.

"I think we need some more bedding. Come here, darling," Raylen called her to his side.

However, instead of walking over to him, Emily brought her hands to her petticoat, hooking her fingers inside the elastic waistband. She then bent slightly to push the skirt down in a provocative manner.

"I don’t think it would be enough," Emily responded to his earlier words about needing more bedding, and she caught Raylen licking his lips before he flashed a wicked grin.

"They say the shy ones are always the naughtiest ones," Raylen said, running his tongue across his canine. It brought a satisfied grin to his lips, knowing she was just as he desired, or perhaps she was what he wanted because he would have taken her in any form. He could tell that, despite the brave facade Emily was putting on, she was a little shy when he called her out like that. His eyes couldn’t resist moving lower to admire the hardened tips on her chest.

On the other hand, Emily continued to cling to her newfound courage while also hoping not to disappoint Raylen after the patience he had exhibited until now.

A soft clicking sound reached Emily’s ears, drawing her attention to Raylen’s skilled hands as they unbuckled his trousers. As the fabric descended from his lower waist, a swift blush tinged her cheeks, and she averted her gaze.

There stood Raylen, a vision of raw masculinity amidst the lush forest, with both of them completely exposed before each other, surrounded by nature’s embrace. Emily couldn’t help but acknowledge the daring nature of their passionate rendezvous. Her eyes fleeted back to Raylen, drinking in the sight of his sculpted body and his now-dishevelled hair.

Her gaze soon returned to what had initially diverted her eyes, and her lips parted, with her mouth turning dry as she took in how big he was. Emily was no naive child to not know what happened during these matters. Having grown up in the palace where concubines and courtesans liked to talk, she had heard stories about their encounters with men of varying sizes and how some brought a mix of pain and pleasure while the others left one feeling as though nothing was happening at all.

"Scared?" Raylen inquired, a note of pride in his body evident as he listened to her heart pound.

"N—No," Emily lied, uncertain about how everything would fit. As Raylen continued to study her, she moved to undo the stockings fastened around her thighs, only for him to intervene with a gentle yet commanding tone, "Leave them as they are, Princess. Lie down with me."