Chapter 48
The world shook as if struck by an earthquake. Caesar, wild beneath her like an unbridled beast, still wasn’t satisfied. He rose up.
With himself still buried deep inside, he laid Beatrice back down and continued his fierce thrusting.
His c**k, soaked in their intermingled fluids, slid out with a slick pull. Caesar leaned back until only the glans caught at her entrance, then in one swift stroke, he slammed it back through the sticky channel.
“Aaahngh!”
With nothing to hinder it, his thick shaft scraped her inner walls in long, plunging strokes, and Beatrice couldn’t stop herself from moaning.
Her noble upbringing, the modesty of a new bride—all of it disappeared into some faraway place. All that remained was the vivid sensation of being joined with her husband, of his body moving in and out of hers.
Even as her thoughts scattered, she looked up at him. His eyes, too, had lost focus. Caesar was thrusting into her, lost in his own frenzy.
The restraint he had shown before, inserting only halfway to be considerate of her, now seemed laughable. The way he was now, driving himself into her completely, was nothing short of animalistic.
There was no sign of fatigue. Given the stamina and physical power he had shown before, it wasn’t surprising. If anything, it was incredible that he even held back for this long.
Beatrice wanted to shatter the mask Caesar had always worn without her knowing. She wanted to see him shed all his restraint, abandon the limits he’d placed on himself, and move with unfiltered desire.
“Haah… Caesar… more… more, please—ahh, harder…”
“Beatrice, please…”
She didn’t know what he was begging for, but Caesar’s voice was desperate.
Perhaps the last shred of his rationality broke when he saw her grinding against him, trying to take him deeper. He pulled away from the posture where he’d been slumped over her, now wearing a fierce expression. Half frustration, half unrestrained arousal.
“Hah… hhng!”
Raising his torso, Caesar gripped Beatrice’s slender waist and yanked her forward. She gasped at the sudden lift, but then cried out as his heavy length drove into her hard enough to split her in half.
Maybe her plea for him to be rougher had made him snap. After a few deep, forceful thrusts, he draped her limp legs over his shoulders and leaned back down.
Folded nearly in half, her lifted entrance was speared from above. The thick tip rammed into a spot deep inside—somewhere she hadn’t even known existed.
“Ahh- nngh- ahhh!”
It was like being electrocuted. Her neck snapped back, her limbs spasmed. But it wasn’t pain—it was overwhelming pleasure.
It felt like her brain had been bleached white. The climax that followed was longer and heavier than anything before. Every slam of Caesar’s c**k lit fireworks in her body, burning her from within. Her sharp, clear blue eyes went blank, her reason lost.
“Hhngh… mmnhhh…”
Caesar grasped her slackened face in one hand and crushed their mouths together. It was far from their usual polite kisses—it was primal, full of licking, tasting, and desperate hunger.
With a mind almost fully gone, Beatrice thought vaguely that her husband’s saliva tasted sweet like candy. Caesar gazed into her unfocused eyes with his equally dilated pupils. He licked the saliva that dripped from their mouths and grabbed her wildly shaking b*****s, kneading them without restraint.
He had never touched her like this since they were married. But now that the reins were off, there was no stopping him. The only instinct left driving him was to release his seed deep inside her, in a place no one else had ever touched.
Pinning her delicate body completely under him, Caesar tensed his hips and plunged deeper. Even in a somewhat strenuous position, Beatrice’s soft and flexible body just barely endured it.
The days of him thrusting only halfway were long gone. He now drove into her as if even his balls might enter, as if he could bury himself entirely. With every slap of flesh against flesh, the most obscene sounds echoed loudly through the room.
That night, just as Beatrice had wished, was so hot and intense it felt like her bones might melt.
But whether that night changed their relationship the way Beatrice had hoped… was a separate matter.
Unfortunately, things did not go as she had expected.
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