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Dragon King's Harem Chapter 414. You Think Too Much
🕑 Added 2024-12-26 17:09:22 +0000 UTCDragon King's Harem Chapter 414. You Think Too Much
“You’re supposed to be helping me unwind,” I said, my voice lower now. “Not… whatever this is.”
Her lips curved into a smile, not her usual sharp, knowing smirk but something softer. “Maybe I’m doing both.”
“Marissa…” I started, but she cut me off, pressing a finger to my lips.
“Shh,” she said, her tone almost playful. “You talk too much.”
I raised an eyebrow, but before I could say anything, she shifted closer, her hand sliding down to rest against my chest. Her touch was light, almost hesitant, but there was an unmistakable purpose behind it.
“You think too much,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “Always overanalyzing, always carrying the world on your shoulders. When’s the last time you just… let go?”
I didn’t answer right away, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy in her words—and her actions. “Letting go isn’t exactly in my job description,” I said finally, my voice quieter now.
She leaned in, her breath cool against my neck. “Maybe it should be.”
Her fingers trailed down my chest, tracing the edges of the buttons on my shirt. The sensation was light, almost maddeningly so, and I couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped me.
“You’re really committed to this whole relaxation thing, aren’t you?” I said, my tone somewhere between amused and wary.
“Maybe I just think you deserve it,” she murmured, her lips curving into that soft smile again. “You do so much for everyone else, Argod. When’s the last time someone did something for you?”
I hesitated, her words hitting me harder than I expected. “It’s not about that,” I said finally. “It’s about—”
She cut me off again, this time with a finger against my collarbone. “See? Thinking too much again. Just… stop for a minute. Let me take care of you.”
I let out a slow exhale, leaning back slightly. “You’re persistent.”
Her laugh was soft, almost musical. “And you’re stubborn. Guess that makes us even.”
Her fingers continued their slow exploration, her touch light but deliberate. It wasn’t about teasing or seduction—not entirely, anyway. There was something else in her movements, something that felt… genuine. Like she wasn’t just trying to get a reaction out of me but was actually trying to make me feel something.
“What’s this really about, Marissa?” I asked, my voice quieter now.
She tilted her head, her expression softening. “Maybe it’s about you. Maybe it’s about me. Maybe it’s just about this moment, right here, right now.”
I raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at my lips despite myself. “That’s awfully cryptic for someone who usually just tells it like it is.”
She laughed softly, the sound low and warm. “Even I have my moments.”
Her hand slid to my jaw, her fingers cool against my skin as she tilted my head slightly to meet her gaze. “You don’t always have to be the Dragon King, you know. Sometimes, you can just be Argod.”
“And what’s the difference?” I asked, my tone lighter now but still curious.
Her smile widened, and she leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “The difference is that Argod doesn’t have to carry the responsibility on his shoulders. He just has to be here. With me.”
Her words were heavy with meaning I wasn’t sure I fully understood—or was ready to face. But in that moment, with her so close and her touch grounding me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed, I found myself letting go, just a little.
“Alright, Marissa,” I said, my voice quieter now. “You win. For now.”
Her smile turned triumphant, but there was a softness to it that made it hard to feel anything but warmth. “Good. Now, let me take care of you. No more arguments.”
I chuckled softly, leaning back against the pillows and closing my eyes. “No arguments. Just… don’t make this a habit, alright?”
“No promises,” she said, her voice teasing but warm. And for the first time in a long time, I let myself just… be. No thinking, no overanalyzing. Just the moment. Just her.
Marissa’s fingers traced slow, deliberate paths along my chest, her touch light but electric. She wasn’t rushing, wasn’t hurried. Her movements felt intentional, like she was exploring, learning every line and curve like she’d been waiting for this moment. Her hands slid over the fabric of my shirt, smoothing it down before pausing over the buttons.
“Argod,” she said softly, her voice dipping in that cool, silky way of hers. “You’re always so guarded. Always holding yourself together. Don’t you ever get tired of that?”
I looked up at her, my breath slowing as I met her gaze. There was something in her eyes—soft but confident, playful but sincere. “More than you know,” I admitted, my voice low.
Her lips curved into a small smile, and she leaned down, her hair brushing against my face as her lips hovered over mine. “Then maybe,” she whispered, “you should stop holding back.”
I didn’t have a chance to respond before her lips pressed against mine, soft and slow, a kiss that felt more like a question than a demand. Her tongue flicked gently against mine, her movements unhurried but deliberate, and for a moment, the rest of the world disappeared.
Her hands moved, tracing along my sides, her touch firm but tender. She pressed closer, her body leaning into mine as her fingers found the edges of my shirt. She began to undo the buttons, her touch confident but not rushed, each movement purposeful. The cool air of the room hit my skin as she pulled the fabric away, her hands following the path.
“Marissa,” I murmured against her lips, my hands instinctively finding her waist. “This is—”
She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her expression unreadable but intense. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked, her voice quiet but firm.
I swallowed, my mind racing for half a second before I let out a low chuckle. “Not even a little.”
