You Were My Sl*ve - Chapter 61 (M)

“Doesn’t matter?” Kazan whispered, his voice low and rough, laden with unspoken emotion. “Don’t lie to me.”

He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing and unwavering. “You still love me.”

Elona opened her mouth, intending to deny it—to tell him that she didn’t. But as her eyes met his, the words died on her lips.

Kazan’s expression was unguarded, honest, and heartbreakingly earnest. His tightly pressed lips and the intensity in his gaze betrayed his vulnerability. For a moment, it was as if the walls he had meticulously built around himself had crumbled.

Elona’s breath caught in her throat. She wanted to believe it was a mistake, a fleeting illusion. Kazan can’t possibly want love from me.

Her voice trembled as she finally spoke.

“Even if I do love you…”

She faltered, struggling to finish her thought. How long had it been since she had openly admitted her feelings for him? To say the words out loud felt unbearably difficult. Summoning all her courage, she confessed the one truth she feared most.

“You… could never forgive me.”

The moment the words left her mouth, tears welled up and spilled over. She quickly raised her hand to wipe them away, ashamed of her weakness.

But before she could, Kazan pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

“Kazan…” she whispered his name in surprise.

He didn’t reply. Instead, his lips found hers, silencing her with a kiss that was neither harsh nor demanding. It was tender and deliberate, carrying the weight of everything he couldn’t put into words.

Elona let herself sink into his embrace, her eyes fluttering shut as the kiss deepened. It was a kiss born of mutual longing, one so sweet that neither could bring themselves to part for what felt like an eternity.

“Ah…”

The spell broke only when his hands moved to her robe, gently pulling it open as his touch found its way inside. Elona hesitated, instinctively drawing back, only for Kazan to stop and look at her, his crimson eyes soft and questioning.

She fidgeted nervously, her hands catching his.

“How far are you planning to go here? This is a carriage, Kazan. People will hear us outside.”

“I won’t be rough,” he murmured, his voice calm and steady.

“That’s not the point… Ah!”

Before she could protest further, his lips pressed to the bruises on her neck—the ones left by Zahhak’s violent grip. His kiss was feather-light, reverent, as if trying to soothe the pain.

Even in the bumpy carriage, his touch was impossibly gentle, filled with a tenderness she hadn’t expected.

Why?

Elona’s thoughts were hazy, her body overwhelmed by his careful affection. Yet, beneath it all, a nagging question tugged at her.

Why is he doing this?

The way he kissed her, the way he touched her, it was so kind, so unlike the man she had grown accustomed to.

It reminded her of something distant, something she thought had been lost forever.

It wasn’t just a fleeting whim—he was deeply, earnestly engrossed in her. Between the kisses that brushed against her shoulders and chest, her name slipped from his lips now and then. Each time he called her softly, Elona, her heart pounded.

Could this be his true feelings?

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, he knelt before her. Startled, Elona froze. Gently holding her slender ankle, he spoke.

“You tried to run away, didn’t you? Today.”

Elona couldn’t say anything. She tensed, her eyes scanning his expression nervously. In Ashatra, they say runaway slaves have their ankles cut. He had undoubtedly warned her of that.

But instead of punishment, Kazan lifted her ankle and kissed it.

What is happening between us?

Before she could come to an answer, he removed her sandals. Kazan held both of her timid feet in his hands, placing them on his knee. Still kneeling, he looked up and said,

“Don’t run away anymore.”

“Kazan, I…”

“You said you kept regretting abandoning me. And yet, here you are, trying to abandon me again?”

He bit her thigh lightly, as if in reproach. When Elona flinched and covered her mouth, he grew bolder, lifting her leg higher.

“Ah… mm…”

His lips traveled slowly up from her calf to the inside of her thigh, as though savoring her. The feeling of leaning back in the train compartment’s seat and looking down at him was strangely surreal. It was hard to tell who was whose master, as he tenderly devoted himself to her, gradually slipping her underwear off.

Between her parted legs, he looked up at her. The sight was so scandalously provocative that Elona didn’t know what to do with herself. Flustered, she covered her eyes with her hands.

His short breaths, laced with anticipation, touched her skin and dissipated.

“It’d be better to cover your mouth than your eyes,” he said in a low voice.

Following his words, his tongue lightly grazed her most sensitive spot. Elona reflexively tried to push his head away, her eyes squeezed shut. But Kazan only grew more persistent, delving further into her.

“Ahh… mmph…!”

Elona belatedly clamped a hand over her mouth, but it was futile. With her legs spread wide, he pressed his lips against her most sensitive spot and moved his tongue freely. She trembled, trying to close her legs, but in that moment, he refused to yield.

When she grabbed at his hair and let out a moan, he murmured in satisfaction,

“I should’ve done this sooner.”

“I can’t… take it anymore. Stop… ahh!”

In the end, Elona let out a cry of ecstasy. After teasing and tormenting her for what felt like forever, Kazan finally stood up, only when she was about to collapse from exhaustion.

He removed the robe hanging loosely from her arms and pulled her into his embrace. Completely drained, Elona leaned against his body, gasping for air. His heartbeat thumped loudly in her ears, almost overwhelming in its intensity. Without thinking, she reached out and began unfastening the front of his shirt.

Though she had wanted him to stop earlier, now that it was over, an unbearable longing filled her.

“Kazan… it’s not enough. I need more…”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Here… anything…”

Rubbing her cheek against his now-bare chest, Elona reached down and unbuckled his belt. She only pulled his pants down slightly, yet his erect length sprang free almost immediately. Looking up at him as if asking for permission, she noticed Kazan avert his gaze awkwardly.

“Honestly, I didn’t plan to take things this far.”

“Why not?”

“I want to be the only one who hears you scream.”

Even as he said that, Kazan was removing his pants. He then took off his top completely, leaving himself bare. Elona gazed at his impressive figure, utterly mesmerized. His sculpted muscles and the intricate markings of Sindar etched across his right arm radiated an unmistakable, raw masculinity.

“Come here.”

As he leaned down and embraced her, laying her down gently, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. His length pressed against her entrance, slowly beginning to slide inside.

“Hah… ah… more, give me more…”

“Shh, Elona…”

As she urged him on, Kazan carefully controlled his pace. Even though they had only just begun, her body was already glistening with sweat. He barely managed to restrain his desire to plunge recklessly into her overheated body.

“Elona, you’re truly…”

With each jolt of the carriage, the curtains fluttered, letting the fiery sunset light spill over the two of them. Her golden hair, bathed in a deep amber glow, looked as though it were ablaze. It reminded him of when they first made love at twenty years old.

“Kazan, Kazan…”

Then, as now, Elona yearned for him with all her heart. She was his master, his slave, and his unending first love. If he were to lose her again, this time, he might never be able to get her back for the rest of his life.

As that realization washed over him, the bitterness he’d held in his heart melted away in a wave of warmth.

“…I can’t hold back anymore.”

Elona looked up at him with eyes clouded by ecstasy, her voice trembling with weariness. Beneath the glow of the sunset, his eyes burned an even deeper red, filled with anguish and regret. In a voice tinged with resignation, he murmured,

“I’m exhausted. I can’t do this anymore—hating you, hurting you. I just…”

Kazan pulled Elona’s frail body tightly into his arms. How many times had he lost her, only to find her again? She was the woman he’d risked his life and dedicated his entire existence to reclaiming. Yet, what he truly wanted was just one thing.

“I don’t want to lose you. Never again.”

At his heartfelt confession, which reverberated in her ears, Elona felt an overwhelming urge to cry. He no longer blamed her betrayal. He no longer hated her. Though he could forgive none of it, the love he couldn’t deny had utterly broken him.

His love had always been greater. That truth pained Elona so much it drove her to the brink of madness. She wanted to stand tall before him and say:

“I never betrayed you. To me, life was nothing but a way to atone for the love I bear for you.”

But all she could do was silently embrace him. Even in the final moments, as their actions grew fervent and pleasure surged through her, she stifled her moans and let only her tears flow.

“Elona.”

It was after their lovemaking, as she lay nestled in his arms, that Kazan stroked her hair and spoke in a subdued tone.

“I can’t forgive you. But I can’t let you go, either. I can’t even hate you anymore. So stay with me. Always.”

His words were somber yet tender. Listening to his heartbeat like a lullaby, Elona nodded.

“I promise. I’ll stay by your side. I won’t run away again.”

But how could she ever prove her heart to him?

She fell asleep as they passed through the gates of Ferma. Kazan, holding her sleeping form even closer, whispered,

“It won’t be long now, anyway….”