Predatory Marriage — Chapter 10. I Want to Die (1)
Without thinking twice, he inserted it directly from behind. He slammed so deep that his acorns slapped her plump behind. The incredible amount of shame and, at the same time, pleasure pierced Leah.
Her shaking hands soon grabbed one pillow. And as her neck arched back, her mouth spasmed, her rosebuds tensed up, and her insides shook. She burst into tears—she had just reached her peak upon a simple insertion.
She did not know of such an atrocious manner. Being treated like this but still enjoying, she felt like a wanton woman—embarrassed by the fact that a salacious position was responsible for her release.
Despite her cries of protest, she couldn’t stop the sounds that slipped out of her lips in succession.
“E-Enough of this… ug-ugh, ughh!” She pleaded him to continue in the normal, acceptable position. But the liquid—a mix of both her and his were continually dripping down her thighs. Wet smacking sounds filled up the big chamber.
“I think you like this position better. Huh?”
“Ahh! You barba—… ahh…!”
He shoved his fingers into her open mouth to get it drenched, before using it to squeeze her heaving twin peaks. Leah felt the moist, thick fingers rub her rosebuds.
Embarrassingly enough, she found such vulgar action very arousing, every time the man pinched her ladies, something would splatter from below and smear the sheets.
The unmistakable heat in her lower belly had fired up, consuming her will to resist.
Without realizing it, she lifted her hips for him, letting her upper body collapse to the bed with her back curved beyond comfort. As she reclined as such, her globes were in the air—a much convenient position for the man behind.
She could not stand it anymore. That last bit of reasoning that she had faintly flew away.
He roared like a beast and fell on her back, biting the soft skin of the nape of her neck.
Hot breaths and kisses rained on her slender neck and shoulders. Bodies covered in sweat were joined. Bare limbs intertwined tightly in the dark…
Large hands grasped Leah’s face to the side, and a thick tongue intruded her mouth.
He rammed deeper and faster. His hands were locked onto her waist as his thrusts became more violent… more powerful. Leah soon reached another release; her whole body stiffening up at the sensation that left her weak.
After several thrusts, the man finally let out a groan as he, too, finished off.
The hot fluid shot to her insides, and Leah trembled without a sound. Her tears made her vision cloudy. Tired lids soon fluttered to a close, and before she knew it, she passed out.
Pain… Everything felt painful.
Leah’s eyes flashed open. As soon as she saw the strange wooden ceiling hovering above her, her heart dropped
Her faltering breath came to her ears—she felt suffocated. Slowly, she turned to her side, and her breath hitched immediately at the sight that welcomed her. A man was sleeping with his long arms and legs wounded around her form.
The two of them were bare as the day they were born, but Leah didn’t feel cold. Despite the icy air of dawn, the heat coming off the man kept her warm.
Leah glanced over her body. It seemed that he had washed her while she was unconscious. For a second, she felt thankful. But as soon the memories of last night flooded her mind, she barely swallowed back the vulgar words that came up to her throat.
It was an unbelievable experience. The utterly new sensation had split and pierced her together repeatedly. Throughout the heated evening, he had been nothing but rough and unforgiving to her.
Her cheeks tinged red. Despite his callousness, she had to admit that it was indeed pleasurable…The night was still vivid in her mind. It would be a memory she wouldn’t forget until she breathed her last.
She let out a small sigh. Even though she made a stupid mistake of approaching the man, she had still met her goal—she had been deflowered—a damaged good of the royal family.
It would be bright outside soon. Now, she had to return to the palace immediately. Carefully, she moved the heavy, thick arms on top of her. Doing this task, she forgot to breath… afraid that the man would wake up from his deep slumber.
Burly arms quickly wrapped around her waist, lips clung onto her ear, and a low, hoarse voice whispered.
“…. Where are you going?”
Under heavy lids, sharp golden eyes glowered at Leah. She pushed his arm away and said, “One night…”
Her voice came out gravelly. It was because of the coquettish screaming last night. Blushing, she belatedly cleared her voice and spoke again with much fervor, “That one-night recreation is over now.”
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