Predatory Marriage — Chapter 81. Plead (2)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Eyljee
Leah flinched, letting out a small cry of surprise. But she quickly calmed down and hurriedly wiped up the blood that had dripped down her arm. “Hold still. Bandages are hard to tie,” she said.
However, Ishakan didn’t seem to care about his wound. While Leah struggled trying to wrap his forearm, he was busy pawing at her body. His hands groped her all over. Then, with a movement of his hand, he removed Leah’s wig and tossed it aside. Every time Ishakan made a move, Leah could feel Ishakan’s thighs moving under her ass, destabilizing her.
“If you keep moving, I won’t be able to do this properly…!”
Instead of understanding Leah’s worry, Ishakan ignored her complaints, feeling content with his own actions. “Sometimes, it’s okay to be sick.”
Leah gave up and tied the bandage roughly. Carefully treating Ishakan’s wound while he was still writhing was useless, it was better to finish treating him quickly.
Because of the thickness of her forearm, she had used more fabric than she expected. As she tied the last knot, his muscles contracted. She looked at him, asking, “Doesn’t it hurt?”
He answered without thinking. “It hurts.”
“Is it too tight? Do you want me to loosen the bandage a little?” asked Leah, worried that she had been too careless.
“No, it’s not that,” Ishakan said, his voice sounded husky. And when he lifted his hips, something large, warm and firm bumped into her from underneath. She could feel the solid outline of his manhood and froze. “Here,” he whispered.
Leah was still as a statue. Her hands, which had been moving awkwardly on Ishakan’s arm before, stopped touching him. They remained in the air trembling, as Ishakan licked Leah’s ear and whispered, “Can you treat this too?”
“…Shut up before I tie that with a bandage too.”
Leah’s face was flushed while she finished adjusting the knot of the blindfold, ignoring Ishakan’s laughter. Before she could feel satisfied with her accomplishment, however, Ishakan deftly caressed Leah’s cheeks.
“Please touch me, Leah,” he pleaded.
Leah suddenly regretted offering her help. She wanted to take it all back, but at the same time, she didn’t. As Leah struggled with her inner conflict, Ishakan’s er3ction pressed against her body once again, and the intense heat of the er3ction made her lose her sanity.
She climbed off his lap and knelt on the floor in front of Ishakan, between his legs. Leah breathed with determination. She reached her trembling hand forward and slowly unraveled the top of his pants. She tried to remind herself that she was doing this only to help Ishakan, who had suffered an arm wound to save her, but she was anxious, disconcerted by the daring nature of her actions.
As she was about to pull down his underpants, the last barrier standing between her and his raw skin, she hesitated for a considerable time. She could see the distinct cylindrical outline of his form, and it frightened her.
However, despite her protests internally, her hand moved as if it had a mind of its own, tugging at the thin fabric of Ishakan’s underwear. Out came his thick and throbbing manhood.
Although she had experienced him inside her several times before, this was the first time she had simply touched him. Leah’s eyes widened as his manhood swelled even more. Now that she was sober, the shape and color of his manhood would remain etched in her brain very vividly.
Already dripping at its tip, Ishakan’s er3ction seemed to throb and increase in size the more she looked at him. She watched it lengthen until it reached his abdomen.
‘Even in these circumstances, I have to do something…’
She wondered how she could help him get back to normal. Then, she thought of Ishakan’s personality, a man without a conscience, and wanted to put it inside her.
“You look like you’re about to eat him.”
Leah avoided looking at his manhood before carefully reaching out to touch it with her fingertips. It was warm. Even though she didn’t know what to do, she held it in her small hand. Its size was unusually large, and it was difficult to hold in one hand, so she took it with both hands, unsure how to proceed. Other than her curiosity, she knew nothing, so she looked to Ishakan for guidance.
He was staring at her, studying her every movement and expression.
“Try moving your hands,” he said. “Without too much abruptness…”
At his request, her long fingers brushed his for3sk!n.
Leah felt heat rise to her cheeks, warming her body. She bowed her head to hide her blush and closed her eyes so as not to watch his hand on her manhood. But she couldn’t block out the sound of her caresses, nor Ishakan’s husky voice, infused with pleasure.
The heavy and low noises were coaxing her ears. As if struggling to control himself, Ishakan grabbed Leah’s waist, slapping her ass several times, whispering her name like a mantra.
Every time he mentioned her name, Leah felt something strange inside her. A tingling sensation gripped her, messing into her insides. Sharp teeth bit lightly into Leah’s neck, scraping the smooth surface of her skin before releasing her. The man’s action awakened strange desires in her.
Ishakan slowly raised his head and Leah gently opened her eyes. When their gazes met, she couldn’t help herself. She rushed forward, kissing his lips.
Ishakan pressed Leah’s mouth against his, and nibbled it. Even as she snorted and felt breathless, he didn’t let her go. Saliva dripped from the corners of Leah’s lips as he greedily devoured her mouth.
Her body trembled. Inadvertently, she rubbed the tip of his gl4ns and moved her fingers along it. It looked like something was going to come out of Ishakan because he tensed, and Leah’s hand throbbed. Ishakan stopped kissing her and cried out loudly.
Hot jets of sticky s3m3n spurted from the tip, splashing onto Leah’s face.
“Ah…” Leah was stunned, speechless from the hot substance that now covered her skin. The sensation of heat and wetness made her unable to move. She lay still, and could only blink owlishly.
Ishakan stared at Leah as if under a spell. Then his face contorted and his eyes glowed with intensity.