Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 218

Perhaps the most painful part of loving someone isn’t when that love is unfulfilled but when you’re by their side and still left with no certainty.

When the distance between you is unbearable, and even a desperate kiss like this offers no comfort.

“Ah, Izar…”

But as Freesia’s anguished voice slipped through the gap between their lips, Izar instinctively responded like a trained dog.

He bit her soft lips as if devouring them, then persistently dragged his tongue upward from the root. The moist mucous membrane inside her mouth was sweetly heated.

When he swept and pressed with the tip of his tongue, her waist trembled finely within his arms.

“Mm, yes…”

Her breathy moan, pressed against his chest, sounded particularly wet.

Silently, Izar’s hand slipped down, delving into the soft fabric of Freesia’s tunic dress. Even in the darkness, her face flushed bright red was clearly visible.

“Ah, there, yes.”

The skin of her trembling thighs was hot, and moisture was seeping between her legs, which she tried to close. Her reaction exhilarated Izar more than any honor could.

“When did you start getting wet?”

“Ah, mmh…”

Her thin underwear clung to her from the moisture that had seeped through the fabric. The small flesh revealed by her arousal, unable to close her legs due to his firmly pressing fingers, was pinned beneath the wet fabric. The combined stimulation of the damp fabric and his fingers soaked her slender voice in warmth.

As he teased the sensitive peak emerging through her soaked underwear, Freesia gasped for breath, unable to control herself.

“Ah, mm, Izar…!”

“Answer me, Freesia.”

Izar pressed his thumb against her already swollen and hardened sensitivity. She had tempted him first, giving him another flicker of hope, and she couldn’t pretend to be unaffected.

Leaning her head against his shoulder, Freesia sobbed. Her knees had already gone weak, as if he had entered her.

Why was she so vulnerable to pleasure?

“Earlier, nnngh, since we kissed…”

The way his eyes flashed fiercely at her words sent a surge of heat through her.

The last piece of clothing covering her body was ripped away. Exposed to the cold air, her swollen b*****s and belly made her flinch involuntarily with embarrassment.

But it was already too late to push him away.

The canopy of the bed had been changed to a thick material due to the winter weather, making the space feel even smaller and more confined with just the two of them.

A small space where they could focus solely on each other without any concern for the world’s cacophony.

As she was pulled into the bed in Izar’s arms, she tried to cover her chest in embarrassment, but her hands were caught in his. Realizing how much her body had changed since she had invited him, Freesia sobbed and pleaded.

“Izar, I’m embarrassed, please…”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

“Please don’t stare at me like that.”

Despite her plea, Izar looked at her with eyes clouded by arousal.

At one point, she had been so thin from morning sickness, but now, her body was rounded with soft curves. Here, in the cozy confines of the canopy, she was entirely his wife.

If only for this moment.

Izar kissed the nape of her neck as she whimpered and whispered softly.

“I told you, Freesia.”

“Ah…”

“You’re so beautiful that I wish to keep you forever.”

His lips, hot enough to leave burns, touched her skin. Freesia clutched her lower abdomen to regain her composure, but as his hand slid over her, her strength drained as if submerged in warm water.

The body embracing her from behind was solid and hot. His fingers, wet with her fluids, gently squeezed her b*****s, and her entire body blushed a deep pink.

Perhaps because of the pregnancy, her b*****s occasionally throbbed, and they felt swollen. When he pressed and kneaded them, fine jolts of stimulation shot through her n*****s, causing her waist to jerk.

His other hand teased the wet entrance between her bare legs.

“Ah, yes, ah…”

The lewd squelching sound of her body made her vision blur, as if her moans were echoing from somewhere far away.

“Izar, please, ah!”

As he swept his hand upward along her b****t and pressed hard, a sweet sensation burst before her eyes, and Freesia writhed in pleasure.

She desperately wished the baby inside her wouldn’t hear its mother’s voice.

As she wished fervently, her toes curled repeatedly with tingling pleasure.

Her core felt empty, and fluids gushed forth, bringing tears to her eyes.

Freesia looked up at Izar with tear-filled eyes and pleaded.

“Just a little, put it in, please? I can’t take it anymore…”

He was just as aroused, his e******n blatantly pressing against her, but she couldn’t understand what he was waiting for.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Ah! Please, ugh…”

Izar bit her shoulder, silencing her desperate plea. She was an irresistible temptation, but he didn’t want to create another regret just before leaving.

Though the reins of his patience had snapped, for this moment, the last time she would remember him—just this once.