Chapter 183
Divine punishment
The man’s gaze, reflecting her own image, shimmered like molten gold. It was almost as if the brightest full moon existed solely to illuminate her.
Once, perhaps, she had looked at Izar with such eyes.
But now, she despised that look. It was a gaze that painted her as a terrible person.
Staring at his face, she stifled her breathing, unwilling to make any lewd sounds. Yet, Izar gently brushed her lower lip with his fingertip.
“Don’t bite your lips.”
“Ah… ngh.”
As soon as her lips parted, a stinging pain surged through them. Only then did Freesia realize how hard she had been biting herself.
‘I can’t keep this up.’
She couldn’t bear to face him, let alone share her body with him.
In truth, she already carried a child, and if this continued, she feared she might blurt it out in her desperation.
Even as she thought that if she didn’t yield her body at least once, he might give up entirely…
“Izar.”
Freesia struggled to hold back her words, trying to silence the nonsense threatening to spill from her mouth.
When his hand moved to her thigh, seeking to ease her tension, she abruptly sat up.
“Please, stop… tormenting me.”
“Freesia, don’t push yourself.”
Izar frowned slightly, looking down at her figure for the first time in a long while. He wanted to please her, to bring her as much delight as he was about to lose himself in. He hoped she could find joy in him, too.
But it was clear that, like on their wedding night, she would only struggle against him. Freesia stubbornly turned her back to him.
Not to escape, but to reach between her trembling thighs, parting herself with difficulty.
She was already glistening from arousal, slick from his earlier touches.
“Just… do it like this.”
The moment Izar saw her, his throat burned with a heat that made him clench his teeth.
She was intoxicatingly provocative, yet he couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that she was trying to escape from the pleasure he wanted to give her.
Should he comply so easily? Instead of doing as she said, he pressed a finger into her tight entrance, testing her resolve.
“Why are you being this way?”
“Ahh…!”
“Hmm? Hurting like this, yet—”
“Ngh… ahh.”
Freesia dropped her head, panting shallowly.
Despite her earlier bravado, even his fingers proved overwhelming. Though he rubbed her swollen nub with his thumb, awakening pleasure, the sharp ache from her taut inner walls made her toes curl.
“Hah… ahhh.”
It was humiliating, but all she could do was clutch the sheets before her, surrendering to his touch. The wet, rhythmic sounds came from a place she couldn’t see.
He traced her back unnecessarily, planting kisses as he went. At one point, he nipped at her shoulder—right where her ‘husband’ had once bitten impatiently.
These meaningless acts brought memories from her past life rushing to the forefront of her mind.
But even those memories blurred as Izar finally pressed himself into her, slick with moisture.
The intense heat made him furrow his brow. The way she clung to him, as if biting down, sent a burning sensation straight to his core.
“Ugh…”
The sight of her trembling, rounded shoulders filled his vision, tinged with a flushed red from arousal. The marks of bruises he’d left on her skin gradually appeared, fueling an uncontrollable surge of excitement.
Freesia intermittently shook her head, letting out strained moans.
“Ah…! Ah, haah!”
Her body, unaccustomed to this position after such a long time, struggled to adjust. With the significant difference in their physiques, accepting him made her hips jerk involuntarily.
Every time one of his hands stroked her ribcage and the other gently caressed her stiffened b*****s, tears threatened to spill.
“Nngh… uh…”
“Freesia.”
He whispered her name softly, his cheek resting against her trembling neck.
Before he could mistake her trembling for a plea to stop, she deliberately squirmed, trying to loosen the tension in her body.
How long had she endured, clutching at the sheets while trapped in his arms? The room was filled with nothing but the sound of her wet, breathy moans as he continued to press into her.
Yet, perhaps because of their position, the thick sensation of being completely filled sent waves of stimulation through her most sensitive places. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably.
When Izar abruptly thrust deeper without warning, she couldn’t hold back her cries.
“Ah! Ah, aaah!”
With each rough collision at her perineum, the sensitive spots inside her and her swollen nub were mercilessly stimulated. Her lower abdomen buzzed, and her mind felt like it was dissolving into mush.
Each time he thrust harder, unable to contain himself, her head bowed, and desperate cries escaped her lips.
As she teetered on the edge of release, her upper body crumbling from the intensity, Izar grabbed her slender thighs and forced her to face him.
“Ah, ahhh!”
“Hah, ah…”
With his length still inside her, the friction against her inner walls drew short gasps from both of them. It felt like mutual torture, an act of wringing out every last bit of sensation from their bodies.
“Ugh, ah, ahh…!”
Freesia sobbed as she clawed at Izar’s shoulders. She despised herself for rising and falling with each wave of climax, but the overwhelming sensation of her lower half being entirely consumed by pleasure made her beg.
“Hah, what do I do, ah, ah!”
But Izar, unfazed, lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and pushed into her again.
As she hovered at the peak of pleasure, the areas where she felt the most were relentlessly teased, causing her thighs to spasm down to her toes. The rhythmic pounding, as though he were driving into her pulsating core, left their point of union dripping wet.
“Haa, ahh, aah, aaah!”
Even as her head tilted back, nearly fainting from the overwhelming intensity, he didn’t stop.
“Haa, hah, mmgh…!”
She wondered if screaming might somehow lessen the unbearable pleasure.
But even that was stolen as Izar hungrily kissed her, his tongue sweeping from the base of hers upward, robbing her of the chance to cry out.
The muffled groans that escaped their tightly joined bodies intermittently broke the silence, and her nails left faint red trails on his back.
Yet, strangely, no matter how much their bodies intertwined, there was an emptiness in their hearts that remained unfilled.
For both of them.
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