Chapter 270
“Mmm… uh…”
Had he gone all the way in? Maybe it was nearly done? Freesia optimistically thought so, but when she glanced down, eyes glazed with heat, a breathless sigh escaped her.
“…Ah.”
He was only halfway in. The veins stood out on his hands and wrists as he gripped her waist and legs, and his cold, handsome face was twisted in pleasure so intense it seemed to burn even drops of blood to nothing.
This union felt as fierce as their wedding night… and Freesia, too, clenched around him as tightly as if it were her first time. If he took it slow, he could eventually fit all the way inside, but her expression was the real problem.
“Ah, Izar.”
She was clearly frightened, yet she tried to move her hips to meet his thrusts, looking all the more alluring for it. The tears trembling in her eyes looked so sweet he wanted to devour them. There was no way to be gentle or leisurely in a situation like this.
After a rough gasp and a tangle of curses, Izar thrust all the way in, forcing himself to the end.
“Ahh!”
A short, sharp cry escaped her at the weight pressing inside. Her lower belly throbbed and the keen pain made it hard to breathe.
But before she could get used to it, he began thrusting roughly, as if to drive out all pretense of affection. Every time their hips slammed together, her swollen c**t—already played to the limit—was crushed between them.
She’d slept with him many times before, but this was by far the roughest and least restrained she’d ever known him.
She thought she’d grown accustomed to him through their frequent nights together in this life, but perhaps because of their size difference, he’d always been holding himself back until now.
“Ah, it’s… too much… ah, aaah!”
The unfamiliar pressure tore her apart, branding her with heated friction and leaving the trace of every vein along his length. The force of him slamming into her was enough to shatter her composure.
Freesia clawed desperately at Izar’s shoulders, writhing beneath him. He felt the scratch marks she left, red lines scoring his back and arms.
But in the heat of pleasure, that sting only fanned the flames.
Especially since it was Freesia leaving those marks.
He showed no sign of stopping his fierce thrusts. Each time he pulled out, his member was slick with the wetness of her clinging walls.
“You said I could be rough. You gave permission, didn’t you?”
“Mm, ah, ahh—!”
“It’s too late to take it back now.”
“Unnh, Izar…!”
In the midst of his merciless thrusts, he bent down and bit her shoulder. Her still-stiff n*****s were crushed against his chest, sending a sharp, ticklish jolt through her body.
The force of his short, sharp thrusts only grew wilder.
“In my dreams, I saw you living with another man.”
“Ah, ah, aaah!”
“Every time, you said you loved him.”
The nightmares of Freesia dying and Nova disappearing had been so intense that, for a while, the old dreams—of chasing after Freesia—had faded from memory.
In those dreams, Freesia blushed and melted under another man, lost in ecstasy.
“…You have no idea how much I wanted to kill him every single time.”
Even now, holding her again, he needed confirmation that this was reality.
Even as he struggled to move inside her, Freesia held onto him, never letting go. On the contrary, the deeper he went, the more she gasped and moaned, unable to swallow her cries.
“Ah, ngh, ahh…”
When he thrust the way she liked, a high-pitched moan spilled from her lips. Her toes curled tightly, trying to match his movements. She was on the edge.
But Izar gripped her hips tightly, holding her back from climaxing.
“Izar…!”
Held at the brink, Freesia’s mind grew hazy.
If he didn’t push her further, she wouldn’t be able to reach the pleasure she’d tasted before.
“More… ah, more…!”
Her cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen, and her light green eyes glazed with passion—she looked heartbreakingly lovely.
Every word from those lips felt just the same.
That beauty made Izar’s chest ache to the bone. She didn’t look at all like someone on the verge of death. He lifted her leg higher over his shoulder and drove into her again like a beast.
“I need you.”
“Ah, ah, aaah!”
“Ha… I wish you could last forever.”
Each time he thrust and withdrew, wet sounds echoed between her trembling thighs.
The wild pleasure swept her away before she could brace herself.
Her inner walls convulsed in climax, tightening hard around him. The burning heat squeezing him made Izar lift his chin and let out a harsh breath.
It had been three years since he last held her, and he’d been holding back all that time.
He had missed this woman desperately. Once would never be enough.
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