My Yandere Harem Doesn't Accept No-Chapter 28: Marks Beneath the Rain

The kiss that had begun with tenderness gradually became more passionate.

Evelyne didn’t pull away for even a second, kissing Lyan with a hunger that seemed to have built up throughout the entire day.

Her lips moved with both affection and desire at the same time, blending perfectly with the constant sound of the rain striking against the bedroom windows.

The distant thunder seemed to accompany the quickened rhythm of their breathing.

Evelyne kissed him without caring if they ran out of air; their mouths met again and again in wet, deep kisses.

Saliva trailed along their lips, creating a soft, obscene sound that only they could hear in the dimness of the room.

Lyan felt how she gave herself completely, as if she wanted to melt into him.

Without fully pulling away, Lyan tilted his head and began to kiss her neck.

His lips brushed against her pale, sensitive skin, just below her ear. Evelyne let out a muffled moan, long and trembling, that vibrated in the warm air around them.

Her arms wrapped behind Lyan’s neck, pulling him closer, while her body arched subtly upward, seeking more contact.

"Lyan..." she whispered between moans, her voice broken by pleasure.

Lyan was letting himself go; he had experienced something similar before, though only once with Solène, but he was trying to go slowly.

He didn’t want to rush or do anything Evelyne didn’t truly want.

His hands slid slowly down her waist, brushing against the bare skin exposed by her short shirt, until reaching the edge of her skirt.

When his fingers slipped toward Evelyne’s intimacy, she reacted immediately.

"No..." she said quickly, pulling slightly away from his lips. She looked him in the eyes, completely flushed, her breathing uneven.

"What’s wrong?" Lyan asked, confused, stopping his movements at once.

Evelyne gently but firmly moved Lyan’s hand away and placed it against her chest, right over her heart, lowering her gaze, embarrassed.

"I’m on... those complicated days women have," she murmured apologetically. "It would be uncomfortable... I’m sorry."

Lyan understood the message immediately, so he didn’t insist. It wasn’t the right moment or the right conditions, and the last thing he wanted was to make her feel bad.

Instead, he squeezed Evelyne’s chest firmly, pressing his fingers into the soft, warm flesh through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Evelyne let out a more intense moan, closing one eye as she enjoyed the firm, possessive pressure.

"Ah... Lyan..." she panted, biting her lower lip.

He continued caressing her with more confidence, massaging both breasts with open hands, feeling how her nipples hardened beneath his palms.

Evelyne arched her back, offering herself without words. Her soft moans filled the room, blending with the sound of the rain.

Lyan lowered his head and kissed the valley between her breasts, leaving wet, warm kisses over the exposed skin.

His fingers played with the edges of her shirt, slowly lifting it until her stomach was completely exposed, tracing circles with his thumb around her navel.

Evelyne trembled with pleasure beneath his touch. Her hands tangled in Lyan’s hair, tugging gently as he explored her body with kisses and touches.

There was no rush, only contained desire and a growing intimacy that enveloped them both.

Suddenly, Evelyne changed the rhythm.

She lifted herself slightly and began nibbling desperately at Lyan’s neck. Her teeth grazed his skin, sucking hard, leaving reddish and purplish marks wherever she went.

Lyan growled, trying to stop her with his hands.

"Wait... Evelyne..." he said, his voice somewhat strained and his breathing uneven.

But she didn’t stop. The heat of the moment and her insistence were too strong.

Lyan eventually gave in and let himself be carried away, allowing her to mark his neck, his collarbones, and part of his chest with visible hickeys.

Each bite was accompanied by a low moan of satisfaction from Evelyne, as if she were claiming him.

When she finally pulled away a little, she looked at her work with a satisfied smile.

Lyan’s neck and chest were covered in reddish and purplish marks, clearly caused by her. It was impossible to hide them all.

She chuckled softly, sweetly, her eyes shining with pride.

Lyan narrowed his eyes, feeling a mix of annoyance and arousal. He wanted revenge.

Without a word, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto her back on the bed, positioning himself above her in one swift motion.

Evelyne let out a small cry of surprise, but her eyes darkened with desire instantly.

"Lyan?" she murmured, flushed and clearly even more aroused by his "rough" way of acting.

"These marks are going to be a pain in the ass tomorrow at the academy," Lyan said in a hoarse voice, looking down at her. "And you’re not getting away free."

Evelyne tried to say something, but only broken, incoherent words came out.

Deep down, she wanted exactly that: for him to mark her, to make it clear that she belonged to him too in that moment.

Lyan began kissing her all over her body, starting at her neck and moving down with soft kisses, leaving hickeys in areas that wouldn’t be too visible.

He kissed the curve of one of her breasts, gently sucking the sensitive skin around her nipples, leaving faint reddish marks that could easily be hidden by clothing the next day.

Evelyne moaned and writhed beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets.

"Lyan... ah... there," she whispered between gasps.

He kept going down, kissing her flat stomach, tracing the outline of her navel with his tongue.

His hands caressed her thighs, moving up and down with slow, firm motions.

Evelyne arched her hips instinctively, seeking more contact, but Lyan kept control, limiting himself to kisses, hickeys, and caresses without going further.

"You’re so soft..." he murmured against her skin, leaving another hickey just below her left breast.

Evelyne could only moan in response, lost in the sensations.

Her fingers tangled in Lyan’s hair, guiding him to where it felt best.

"I want everyone to know you’re mine... even if it’s only a little," Evelyne whispered in a moment of clarity, her voice trembling.

Lyan smiled against her neck and responded with another passionate kiss, silencing her.

- - - -

Finally, after an hour, both of them were exhausted, their bodies still warm. Lyan let himself fall beside her.

Evelyne immediately curled up against him, resting her head on his chest and draping one leg over his.

The rain kept falling endlessly outside, striking the glass with force.

Both Lyan and Evelyne gradually began to fall asleep, embraced, with the fresh marks on their skin as a silent proof of what had happened between them.