Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 848:Confessing To The Empress

Hearing this, Ethan's mood became sombre. He got up from his seat and walked towards Ophelia, whose brows furrowed slightly as she watched him approach. She sat up straight and gave Ethan a hard look before asking what this was about.

Ethan ignored her question. After getting close to her, he lowered his face and looked straight into her eyes. "Your Highness! A clone might have its own feelings, but its feelings originate from the original one."

"What do you mean?" she asked as she got up.

Ethan ignored her panicked expression and continued speaking. "It would be one thing if she had just saved my body. No, it was you who commanded her to save my body."

"I didn't," she denied with a straight expression.

*'Acting coy!'*

Ethan grinned, and the next moment, his hands moved swiftly. Ophelia reacted immediately and put up a barrier, but Ethan's hands bypassed it and grabbed her hand.

"Your Highness, enough acting!"

Ophelia's expression changed slightly as she tried to pull her hand back, but Ethan didn't let go. His expression had turned cold, and there was no trace of his earlier relaxed attitude.

"I might have let you go if it was another thing, but you had to go and kiss me."

Ophelia's eyes widened slightly.

"Kissing me and taking advantage of a young man and then acting innocent. I don't like it," Ethan spoke coldly.

The chamber became completely silent. The barrier around the room remained in place, preventing anyone outside from hearing what was happening inside. Ophelia stared at Ethan, clearly not expecting him to confront her so directly, and her expression changed several times as she tried to understand how much he actually knew.

Ethan continued holding her hand while looking directly into her eyes. Ophelia sighed and stopped trying to pull away before asking, "Say! What is your intention? Don't play games with me!"

"Game? Hahaha!" Ethan let out a stifled laugh. "Your Majesty's wisdom is vast and can see through the world, yet it can't see through a mere human like me."

Ophelia's eyes stirred, and her expression grew fiercer as she glared at him.

"You..." Before she could finish, Ethan moved swiftly and pressed his lips against hers. He placed one hand on the back of her neck while his other hand rested against the small of her back, and he pulled her closer.

Since she was an Emperor, Ethan knew it wouldn't be easy to make her submit. She was a fiery woman who was used to having things her way, and confronting her directly was the only way he could break the deadlock and get an answer.

And as he expected, Ophelia didn't attack him. If she hadn't been willing, he might have already been struck by powerful magic, but she didn't resist. Ethan took this as a sign that she wanted the kiss as well, and soon enough, Ophelia let herself get lost in the ecstasy of being treated like a woman.

She might have been a dignified Empress, but deep down, she was still a woman. Just as a man yearned for a woman, a woman also yearned for a man. Even now, no one had caught her eye the way Ethan had. In fact, Ethan was quite understanding, and if he hadn't already been with so many women, she would have made him her Prince Consort by now.

Ethan didn't give her time to think about other things.

His grip on the back of her neck tightened, fingers sliding into the dark silk of her hair as he crushed his mouth to hers a second time.

His lips sealed over hers completely, forcing them open. The kiss was deep, claiming, almost punishing.

He tilted her head back, angling her face so he could drive his tongue into her mouth without mercy, tasting her fully, swallowing the soft sound of surprise that tried to escape her throat. His other hand stayed locked at the small of her back, yanking her flush against him until every curve of her body was pressed to the hard lines of his.

He kissed her like a man who had decided she already belonged to him, like the only answer he would accept was complete surrender.

Ophelia's mind blanked for a single heartbeat.

The sudden intensity hit her like a physical blow. Heat exploded low in her stomach, sharp and unexpected, racing upward until her skin felt too tight.

Her lips parted under the pressure of his, and the moment his tongue swept inside she felt a dizzying rush.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. The imperial dignity she wore like armor cracked under the weight of that kiss

She tasted his warm, masculine taste and a shiver ran the length of her spine. Her body, traitorously, softened against him even as her mind tried to protest.

The hand that had been ready to push him away instead curled into the front of his robes, gripping fabric as if she needed something solid to keep herself upright. Desire flared hot and bright, unexpected in its strength.

She was an Empress. She commanded empires. Yet under the force of his mouth she felt like a woman that was being claimed, and the sensation left her breathless, aching, and more alive than she had felt in years.

When he finally pulled her lips were swollen, her breathing uneven, and the look in her eyes shifted dramatically.

Moments later, Ethan pulled his lips away and looked at Ophelia, only to find her glaring at him with fiery eyes.

"Why did you kiss me suddenly?"

"It's because I don't have any other way. Your Majesty, it didn't matter whether it was a clone or not. Since you kissed me in this life, we are already bound."

"I am younger, talented, and handsome. I don't think I lack in any aspect."

Ophelia looked at Ethan, and the next moment, her body erupted with terrifying strength. Ethan's eyes widened as he felt her power and immediately raised his guard, but contrary to his expectations, Ophelia grabbed his hand, slammed him onto the floor, and sat on his waist with eyes filled with desire.

"Since you said this, then I won't hold back."

Her fiery gaze remained fixed on Ethan as she leaned closer, and a confident smile appeared on her lips.

"Let this Empress taste the heavenly charm of the man who is said to be sculpted by God."