Side Story 14
Only after she convulsed silently did Izar finally lift his head from between her legs, where he had indulged himself to his fill.
Unlike the savage way he had devoured her tightly woven bud, his face was still calm.
“Haa…”
But as he drew in breath and slowly wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand, the unquenched hunger was plain to see.
If it were only up to his desire, he would plunge his tongue back in until Freesia cried out and lost herself once more…
But first, he pulled the tear-filled Freesia into his arms.
“Why do you push me away.”
“Mmph— but…”
“What’s wrong with feeling so good you let go.”
Tonight alone, he would not know how many times he might spill himself inside her.
But Freesia, unaware of that heavy intent, clung to him, sobbing. Her consciousness was in shambles, so much so she did not even notice the heat swelling steadily against her below.
“If we… do something this indecent, we shouldn’t, ngh…”
“Why not, we?”
“E-Even though we have a child, to be like this… to be a mother and do this…”
Freesia didn’t even realize how jumbled her speech had become. Her head was already mush with self-reproach.
She had wanted to be a proper mother for Nova because her own childhood had been unhappy…
‘But now I feel like I’ll think only about Izar every day while taking care of Nova…’
Instead of being an exemplary mother, she would become a fool lost whenever she could not cling to her husband.
Like an animal that loses its mind when spring comes.
But Izar only laughed again as he watched Freesia sobbing yet responding honestly to pleasure.
He had sometimes wondered why his daughter’s thoughts darted unpredictably, and now, perhaps, he knew whom she resembled.
It was like finding a small hidden gem in the brush…
‘This is joy.’
So adorable.
A tingling shot up his spine, and his chest ached with the thrill.
He had not known watching Freesia undone and tearful could be so delightful…
“Haa…”
The madness lingering in his subconscious was still there, but it had opened its eyes in a slightly different way.
He could no longer hold back; he tore open his shirt buttons roughly and shrugged it off.
Her pale green eyes, glossy with moisture, widened as they took in the man’s body under the lamplight.
“Mngh.”
Freesia bit her lip at the ticklish, intimidating weight of him.
Even after she had been long unconscious from the grave wounds of the Canyon Palace, his body still bore the resilient muscle honed by life-and-death hunts, and it felt overwhelming.
Once, she could look at those countless scars and feel nothing.
Then, she had hated and resented this man so deeply…
‘Back then, I looked with nothing but cold indifference, only glad he hadn’t died.’
But now, just looking burned like a wound slashed across her lungs.
Imagining what might happen if she were trapped in those arms made it hard to breathe.
And when he pushed down his trousers and drew out his length, her gaze darted wildly like someone having her first time.
‘What do I do?’
Truthfully… she had never seen him this clearly before.
Every time before, her shrinking lifespan had driven them to hurried coupling. Afterward she would drift, mind blank, in his arms.
How had she taken that size each time?
Had the thick veins caused the deep, rough pleasure each time he moved inside?
‘I can’t lift my head.’
Suddenly she wanted to squeeze her eyes shut like a shy new bride.
Then Izar bent and kissed her cheek. The tender touch sent a tremor from crown to tailbone.
“I know we have a child between us.”
“Mmh…!”
“And I know now whose doing it is that Nova is so sweet…”
His whispered words at her ear were sweet enough to make her heart leap like a tiny ball.
But the obscene way he rubbed the slick head of himself against the parted edges of her opening stole her breath.
When the tip slowly sank in, drawn inward as if swallowed, every thought but desire evaporated in the heat.
“Mmmnnngh…!”
What she had just glimpsed of him slid inside, parting her inner walls smoothly and claiming her.
Bit by bit, one knuckle’s worth at a time, he pressed in slow and steady. It was impossibly tight yet not painful at all.
Every moment her body softened and stretched to fit Izar felt willingly joyous.
“Ha, ahh.”
Saliva pooled in her mouth and slid past the corner of her lips like juice from sweet-sour fruit.
Their mingled breaths grew heavier, and Izar called her name as if chasing a butterfly slipping through his fingers.
“Freesia.”
“Ah…”
When the man she loved clasped hands with hers and reached for her in hunger, Freesia’s smile bloomed, radiant with bliss, almost tearful.
It was, in every sense, a perfect moment.
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