Chapter 219
Her true plan
The bed, shrouded in thick fabric, was filled with the sound of a woman whimpering, unable to overcome the overwhelming pleasure.
“Mm, just once, just a little… Ah, aah!”
Even knowing how delirious she sounded, Freesia continued to plead.
“Izar, please, now, nngh!”
Please, let him fill her deeply, completely.
She wanted him to explore the insides of her that were tingling and aching to the point of pain. She wanted it to be just like those summer nights when he held her every day, making her cry and filling her with ecstasy.
Even as she supported her swollen belly with her hands, she made such lewd demands. Was she even thinking clearly? But the desire wouldn’t subside from his lips and touches, and like a drowning person, she desperately scratched the bed sheets with her toes.
With the thick canopy drawn, not only the outside world but even her resentment toward Izar seemed like a story from another world, fading in her mind.
All she wanted was for the man holding her from behind to torment her with pleasure.
“Inside, ah, thrust in… please…”
But contrary to her delirious pleas, the dark-haired man only held her trembling, spread thighs and moved his tongue.
Each time Freesia tilted her head back and whimpered, his throat bobbed. Each twitch of her flushed inner folds left drops of moisture he hadn’t managed to lick trailing down, soaking the sheets.
His moist tongue touched the shallow edge of her entrance, a spot where Freesia was particularly sensitive.
The sobbing noise instantly turned into a strangled cry.
“Ah, aah…!”
The tongue that had just tasted her entrance retreated and circled her c******s, already swollen and pressed by his fingers.
Despite how much he had licked and devoured her earlier, the flushed red crevice now released a thin, honey-like stream of diluted essence.
Would the heat have subsided if she could thrash and writhe freely in pleasure? But with Izar firmly holding her body in place to avoid overstraining her, she could only experience climax as he allowed.
“Mnh, aah…”
She was overwhelmed by the shame. The sound of her own whimpers and sobs was unbearably embarrassing.
As he rubbed her soft inner thighs with his fingers and brushed her c******s, Freesia’s waist curved dangerously.
A light climax melted her body from the inside out.
“Haah…”
Tears, hot as if she were burning with a fever, streamed continuously from her eyes. Her thighs twitched uncontrollably as if struck, and the sheets under her hips soaked slowly, like a child’s accident.
Freesia’s shoulders shuddered as she trembled. She was so mortified that her head buzzed with a ringing illusion.
It felt like she was committing an unspeakably bad act.
Even though she was in a stable phase of her pregnancy, the memory of begging to be ravished while carrying a child made her face burn bright red.
When had her body become so starved for lust? She had sincerely thought she wouldn’t feel this way again for a long time.
“Izar…?”
With tear-filled, hazy eyes, Freesia strained to look at him. Izar wiped the fluid from his cheek with the back of his hand, then licked the moisture clinging to his lips.
He swallowed it with an indifferent expression, as if the act didn’t matter to him. Seeing this, Freesia’s body trembled again. Her toes curled as more fluid, heedless of shame, surged from within her.
The lingering traces of climax hadn’t yet faded. The dizzy sensation of teetering on the edge still crawled over her skin, and her body, unsatisfied, quickly became restless.
Throughout the long foreplay, Izar had never once shown signs of satisfaction.
“Haah…”
His gaze, clouded with desire as he looked at the woman soaked in pleasure, made his waist burn as if it would melt.
He wanted to explore her tight insides, make her cry, and hold her so thoroughly that his lungs ached with every breath.
“Freesia…”
Freesia, too, was softly scratching his shoulder, urging him on.
His chest ached as if tasting joy for the first time. The heat of wanting to indulge in more of this ecstasy made one side of his head feel numb.
“Freesia.”
“Hng…”
As he embraced the sobbing woman from behind, Izar licked the delicate nape of her neck. Like a ravenous beast that couldn’t be satisfied even after impregnating its mate, he was insatiable.
It was easy to press her legs together, now drenched and trembling from climax. It was also easy to torment her sensitive spot with the tip of his hardened member.
“Ah!”
The woman trapped in his embrace couldn’t escape and let out a high-pitched cry. Although he hadn’t yet entered her, he slowly rubbed between her pressed thighs and asked,
“You said you wanted me to thrust in, Your Highness.”
“Ah, Izar, yes!”
“I, too, want to hold you… haah, until you can’t leave this place.”
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