Predatory Marriage — Chapter 323. Isha (23)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
Ishakan had always been proud that he did not allow his instincts to dominate his reason. In spite of his bestial nature, he kept his mind clear and lucid. But he was currently losing the struggle.
There were times when he had lost himself in the pleasure of killing. This was the first time he had lost control at the pleasure of his body.
The more furiously their bodies mingled, the hotter he became, as if the Princess had set him on fire. He didn’t know how to control this blaze, how to contain it. It was hard to restrain his own strength, even to be gentle.
Honestly, the Princess was to blame. The way she was moaning made it very difficult to be rational. The feel of her body was goading his desire, her cries singing in his ears as he pounded helplessly into her, faster and faster until he came, much sooner than he had wanted to. – Posted only on NovelUtopia
The Princess drew back, her limbs trembling.
His eyes fell on her n!pples, reddened from his attentions. Just the sight of her br3asts made him think he could come again, and again, all day.
Gasping, the Princess looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. It only made things worse.
His manhood, already half-stirring, suddenly rose up.
The Princess looked as if she wanted to flee in terror. Ishakan smiled down at her, her feeble movements as slow and weak as those of a turtle. His hands tightened around her waist.
“You want me to do you like this?” He purred. Though it was not the night of the full moon, he looked as if he were in heat, aching to mate. He would have needed a week in bed with her to satisfy his hunger.
He couldn’t stop now. The pleasure was making even the innocent Princess moan like a beast, shaking her waist with him, intoxicated with pleasure. Hot breaths panted from them together as he drove deeply inside her. He wanted to go deeper. It was impossible to go deeper. He wanted to fill her until her flat belly bulged with his s3men.
Her slender neck swayed beneath him, hypnotic, and Ishakan lunged and bit it.
It was pure instinct, and he only remembered himself just short of drawing blood. He kissed the spot all over, driving frantically into her, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles trembled in his neck.
The Princess cl!maxed under him, her limbs jerking. Her inner walls clenched tight on him and Ishakan held her as she moaned over and over, her thigh muscles spasming at the incredible pleasure.
“Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh!”
It was a long cl!max, long enough to make Ishakan come again, his hips rolling gently as he [email protected] inside her, pouring every last drop of s3men into her as if he were pouring out the fire in his body. Drawing a deep breath, Ishakan looked down at the Princess.
She had passed out.
Ishakan sighed and swept back his sweaty hair with his hand, licking his lips. He still felt thirsty. As if he could never quench it.
I didn’t mean to be so rough…and it was her first time.
It was all he could do to stop. When he looked at her with his marks all over her body, his manhood hardened all over again, and nothing he did would make it go away. Sighing, Ishakan laid back and stroked himself.
His manhood was still slippery, wet with their shared fluids. A strangled moan escaped him as he gripped, stroking himself to [email protected], and only when he erupted again did he feel slightly satiated.
But as soon as he turned his head toward the Princess, he felt the heat rising in his body. Fortunately, someone knocked cautiously on the door.
“Ishakan.” Haban’s voice sounded uneasy. “The Princess… is she still alive?”
Ishakan scrubbed his palm over his face. It wasn’t so strange that Haban would be unnerved. To this point, Ishakan had not shown much interest in this sort of thing.
In fact, Ishakan himself could hardly believe it. Rising, he plucked the blanket off the floor to cover her, so Haban would not see her.
“Bring water and some towels,” he ordered. “And more tobacco.”
Soon enough, Haban returned with the items, and as he entered the room, he started at the sight of Ishakan, whose eyes were glowing with golden light.
“Is she dead?” Haban craned his neck, trying to look at the Princess, and Ishakan chased him out of the room.