Chapter 152
“Do you know? Our baby… was very gentle in my womb.”
“Ha… how gentle?”
“I didn’t have much morning sickness, ngh… barely any… Ah!”
His stiff, heated shaft brushed and rubbed against her parted folds. When her flushed clxxxris was pressed like a cherry, saliva filled her mouth as if sour juice had burst inside.
Her body trembled with feather-like pleasure, causing ripples on the water’s surface.
“Wildberries, only that… other than that, really…”
“…Wildberries?”
“Hnngh, yes. You brought them to me back then.”
Freesia panted as she looked down at Izar, suddenly curious. Come to think of it, where did her ‘husband’ get those wildberries back then?
‘It wasn’t the season for wild berries in the duchy.’
But while she pondered the newfound question, Izar remained unusually silent.
“Hnnnh, Lord Izar…?”
“You know how to drive me crazy.”
“What…? Ah!”
He suddenly picked her up, making her squeal. In the embarrassing position, she had no choice but to cling desperately to his waist and neck to avoid falling.
Though the moisture was quickly wiped away with a towel provided by the palace, the room’s pleasant dryness kept her from feeling cold.
The moment Izar laid Freesia down on the bed, he had already reached his limit.
His hand slowly squeezed her brxxst, roughly pinching the nxxple already swollen from previous teasing in the bath.
“Don’t hold back your voice.”
“But, here, haah!”
“It’s fine, come on.”
“Hnngh, yes, ah…!”
Freesia finally released her bitten lip and panted pitifully.
His hand delved into the wet apex of her legs. Even though she had taken him once in the bath, the area was tightly closed again.
As he stroked the most sensitive parts, pitiful cries escaped from above. But the place he was teasing also released a flood of moisture.
His hand’s caresses continued until Freesia was overwhelmed by the shallow pleasure. Even when she tried to close her knees, not knowing what to do, he deliberately ignored her.
“Lord Iz, ar.”
“What is it?”
“Please, aahn, please…!”
The sound of wet slapping accompanied Freesia’s shallow arching of her back.
Her thighs and the cleft of her bxttxcks were soaked. While some moisture might have come from the bath, viscous droplets slowly dripped each time her entrance twitched.
“Now, please, put it in, please.”
“No need to loosen you up more?”
“No, now, haah!”
Before she could plead any further, Izar lifted her legs onto one shoulder and plunged into her.
The angle from her gathered legs intensified the sensation of being tightly squeezed. Even a slight thrust made her body writhe beneath him.
“Ngh, uh, ng…”
“Ha… Freesia.”
Izar whispered, capturing every reaction with his eyes.
Wildberries.
The memory of how he had been consumed with jealousy over such a trivial thing now seemed foolish, yet a wave of euphoria washed over him.
‘She loved me even back then.’
She had loved him in another time. And she had come back to him, claiming that love once more.
It was an emotion he had never been granted even a handful of in his youth. But now Freesia was offering it all to him, embracing him with her love.
“Ha…”
His chest filled with such deep emotions that he found it hard to breathe.
Only now did he understand why his father had wept so bitterly on the ground. Even if it meant using his son as bait in front of prey, he had to bring him before his mother.
The thought of losing such a presence drove him to madness.
The restraint he had unconsciously practiced, matched to her small frame, ignited with fervor.
With her round bxttxcks slightly lifted, Freesia whimpered, taking all of Izar into her body.
“Ah! Ah, too much, ah…!”
The speed at which he thrust into her stretched inner walls became rougher. Izar thrust bluntly and scraped at the places that gave her the most pleasure.
The sensation was inescapable even with closed eyes. If anything, closing her eyes made the climax from her sensitive walls more vivid.
Each short, strong thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body.
“Ah, stop, haangh!”
Was this the tenth time? When the sound of flesh and fluid friction grew especially loud, a moan that seemed not to belong to her escaped.
The feeling of falling off a cliff. Her heart raced as if it might burst at the climax. But the rhythmic pounding didn’t stop.
With each downward thrust that pressed against her cervix, her breath caught.
The pleasure was so intense it felt like needles pricking her skin.
‘I might die at this rate.’
Her whole body felt thin and fragile like glass about to shatter in a furnace.
“Ngh, mmngh, slowly…!”
Desperate to hold onto any semblance of reason, she gripped the blanket until her knuckles turned white.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Ah!”
But Izar ruthlessly removed her hand and held it down.
“You left me in this state.”
“Hiic…!”
“You can’t be the only one who’s fine.”
In that instant, Freesia saw where Izar was guiding her hand and gasped.
Her swollen clxxxris, glistening with fluids, protruded above the tightly filled entrance.
“Ngh, no, ah!”
He spread her fingers, forcing her to hold open the already stretched flesh.
She could feel his movements stirring inside her and, at the same time, found herself pleasuring herself in front of him.
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