Only with Your Heart

Lukrov slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a glowing orange sunset at the edge of the field, just like the one he had seen next to his mother and father when he was a boy. Lukrov’s eyes strayed a few more times before he gently looked up.

Chizuru was looking down at him, smiling softly.

She was sitting with her back against the trunk of a large tree whilst Lukrov rested his head on her lap and had dozed off for a while.

“Are you awake already?” Chizuru whispered, sliding her thin, white fingers through his hair, “You could have slept a little longer.”

“No, I’ve had enough rest. You didn’t get much sleep last night, did you?”

Lukrov placed one hand on Chizuru’s cheek and chuckled meaningfully. She immediately turned bright red and grabbed his hand, embarrassed.

“Whose fault is that……?”

“It’s mine :)).”

Remembering last night’s heated passion, the two of them stared at each other and felt the other’s body become hot and aroused.

“The only person who can make love to you all night long is me.”

Chizuru shrugged her shoulders shyly at first but soon surrendered to Lukrov’s direct gaze and bent down to drop a light kiss on his forehead.

As soon as he touched the nape of Chizuru’s neck, he quickly flipped their position, pinning her down. Chizuru gasped in surprise and looked back at him with wide eyes.

“I’ll hold you a little more gently tonight, wife. I don’t want you to collapse.”

In all honesty, his manhood was already hard and eager for Chizuru, and she must have felt it too. No matter how much time had passed, Lukrov’s desire for Chizuru remained unchanged.

On the contrary, their love had deepened as the years passed.

“Lukrov–”

Chizuru closed her eyes and accepted Lukrov’s devouring kisses.

The air between them became intense as their ragged breaths mingled.

“Lukrov… Not now…”

Just as Chizuru pleaded with a sigh…

“Mother! Father! What are you doing?”

With big black eyes, a boy who was almost five years old peeked out from the side and looked at them. Several leaves were scattered on the boy’s head, and his tunic, which had been neatly ironed and worn in the morning, was wrinkled and completely stained with mud.

However, his smile was angelic.

Chizuru rushed to distance herself from Lukrov, but he maintained his firm grip. Instead, he leaned in close and kissed her lightly just below her earlobe.

“Zain.”

Looking up, Lukrov spoke to the boy in a calm tone.

“You shouldn’t disturb your father. I told you to go over there and play for a while.”

“Yes…… but I wanted to show you this.”

The boy proudly held out something wrapped in his hands in front of Lukrov and Chizuru. They simultaneously glanced at each other and looked at what was in the boy’s hands.

Zain’s hands were full of nuts and berries. ​They were round, ripe, and edible – qualities difficult to find in this area.

“We picked them together.”

The boy called Zain exclaimed with a cheerful smile.

Lukrov and Chizuru looked at each other and smiled at the same time, noticing the kindness and cleverness of their son.

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