Predatory Marriage — Chapter 45. Bed of Roses (1)
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Leah gently grazed his face, her dainty fingers softly glided over his brow, slowly making their way down to the sharp cheekbones and halting at his lips.
Ishakan closed his eyes allowing her to gently brush back the hair that stuck to his forehead. The thin strands of dark brown hair loosened under her touch. A tingling sensation coursed through his body.
She quickly brought her lips to his. It was a light, delicate peck—like a brush of a feather against his moist ones… inciting a desire for more.
Ishakan gently smacked his lips recalling the kiss, and laughed when she accidentally kissed him on the corner of his mouth.
He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her head closer. Any gap between them was gone as they delved into a wild kiss. Surprised, she tried to pull back, but as if he’d anticipated her reaction, he held her firmly- keeping her from moving.
A small moan escaped her mouth. The light peck had long transformed into a ravenous smooch, each feeding the fire of insatiable carnal desire.
His hot tongue squeezed in between her lips. It was an explorer, sweeping across the roof of her mouth and sliding along her teeth. He dug inside her deep and rough, unbridled… then, he finally licked her lower swollen lips, biting affectionately.
He was so intense it made her dizzy. He grabbed the small of her neck as her body fell back at the forceful kiss, he kneaded her backside.
Leah hesitated for a second and then hugged him back. Her loose grasp faltered – rendered momentarily sapped. The heat emanating from their entwined bodies, stoked their passion; their sweat acted as an adhesive, they’re inseparable.
When their lips eventually parted, Ishakan’s eyes were no longer gentle and his member poking her stomach was rock hard. Her lower body tingled and an unbearable sensation rose from deep within. Leah’s titillating face was enough to impel him into action.
“Hnnn, ah, Ishakan…”
The only person she could hang on to amid the burning rapture, was the man inciting it. She cried out his name, bit hard on his shoulder hard leaving marks on this copper skin, as she rode the wave of pleasure.
Ishakan, unlike his frenzied hands exploring her curves and peaks, only moved his lower body slightly. It was as if he was constraining himself, trying not to scare her. Albeit, it had the opposite effect – his slight thrusts drove her crazy.
A part of her hoped he would just take her without any restraint. She wanted him to torment every inch of her, and quelch her flaming desire– once and for all. If in that moment, Ishakan’s heat melted her to the ground, she wouldn’t mind.
He wanted to torment every inch of her too, savour in their burning lust and finish her off. Leah’s bosom shuddered, she leapt onto his core and enveloped him in her arms.
Ishakan leaned back, sitting her atop his stomach, to prevent the clinging Leah from using her feet. The clothes scattered on the floor had long tuned to a crumpled mess due to their violent union.
He fell on the bed of roses as his body leaned back.
Ishakan looked like a painting, as he laid there buried in the disheveled white tuberose that contrasted with his deep, dark skin. Leah took a brief glance at his face and quickly sprung onto him. She hugged his nape with both arms and pressed her face against his. It was almost as if she wanted to ingrain herself into him – the very loss of touch; of intimacy, was unbearable. Her lips glided across his sharp jawline and she kissed his chiseled chin.
Her frantic pecks inaccurately tried to find his lips. An onslaught of small quick kisses ensued. Alas, she finally found his lips and pushed her tongue in. What he had done earlier, his actions had impressed on her mind. She clumsily tried to replicate his moves.
The man empathized, he reciprocated by deftly maneuvering his tongue and entwining them.
The ecstasy of kissing him, whilst his large meat was inside her made her delirious. She instinctively tightened her thighs, sneakily rubbing her cl*t between her stiff legs on his smooth abs. However, she felt like he’d already noticed, as she was soaked underneath.
Leah sobbed and whined at him.
“It’s so itchy inside…”
He looked at the red and crying Leah clutching him, and sighed.
“You’re driving me crazy.
He nipped at the tip of her nose.
“Do you know what your face looks like right now? Do you know how se*y it is?”
He looked at Leah, who couldn’t answer properly. He sighed in defeat and slowly murmured.
“Is it my good fortune that I decided to smoke today? Just thinking of how you might have shown such a face to that bastard Byun Gyeongbaek makes me….”
He didn’t say the rest. However, he put more strength in his grip on her. After a moment of silence, his cold voice sounded.
“I should have killed him.”
He immediately started to move her waist upwards. Because of her position on his stomach, his shaft dug deeper than before. The tip poked where it should never come in.
She panted incessantly and rubbed her face against his chest. After a point, she could no longer take it. Her cries of protest fell on deaf ears, she tried to get off his stomach.
“Ah, it’s too deep, Ugh…!”
Ishakan steadied her with his grip and pressed hard on her back. Leah crushed securely against him, having no choice but to lie flat down again.
“Where are you going?”
Ishakan firmly grasped her bottom with both hands. The plump mounds, molded between his fingers, small bumps of her skin peeked out from beneath. He’s unable to control strength, he was invigorated.
In the next instance, he rammed his thick member inside her, pen*tr*t*ng so hard, that thudding sounds could be hard from the point of contact. Her body shook as he bounced her up and down.
This chapter has not been translated by NovelUtopia, we have picked up the novel from chapter 69.