Chapter 153
An ‘ancient-era marriage by capture’.
It was a rough comparison, but the thought of it only made Magnus Napier’s c**k grow even harder inside Eugenie Norton. In moments like this, all human sophistication and dignity felt laughably meaningless.
To claim her fully as his own, to fill her completely with nothing but himself—
That raw hunger turned his green eyes even darker. He’d meant to just tease her with a kiss and leave it at that.
But after she’d asked him to come to her tonight, there was simply no way to hold these urges back any longer.
He wanted to f**k her like a brute, drive into her sticky depths until she was sobbing and half out of her mind with pleasure, until she admitted she wanted only him.
Especially now, with Eugenie clinging to him like she was.
“Haa…”
A faint line formed across his smooth forehead, thirst and need etching cracks there. Every breath he drew was scorching in his lungs.
“Napier, ugh—”
She was biting down on him, helplessly.
Instead of answering, he slowly pulled out and thrust back in without a moment’s hesitation. Even as her entrance clenched tighter, he plunged inside without resistance.
“Ah!”
Amber eyes, shadowed by her trembling thighs, shook with shock. The new position, where she was awkwardly exposed, had her inner walls fluttering uncontrollably. Magnus paid it no mind, continuing his relentless thrusts.
He pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in harder, deeper, determined to carve himself into her. The teasing withdrawal left her frantic, but when he slammed back in, the impact left her gasping and almost crying out.
“Ahh!”
Among her husbands, his length was the most daunting. In this position, with her lying flat and being filled from above, there was no mistaking it.
“Haa, mm, ngh!”
Whenever the swollen tip hammered in, her cervix was pressed in a way that took her breath. She couldn’t tell how much deeper he meant to go.
But the short, powerful rhythm of his hips brought a kind of pleasure she’d never imagined.
“Ahn, ah, mm…”
Eugenie’s face went blank, her moans reduced to broken noises. She couldn’t move, couldn’t fight back—she was completely at the mercy of the pleasure he forced inside her.
When he pulled out slowly, her narrow passage quivered in protest. Slick wetness clung to him, splattering more each time he thrust in and out.
“Unh! Hhng!”
“So tight…”
“Ah… ah…”
“You need to relax in this position.”
“Mmngh!”
Magnus mocked her as he yanked her hips towards him. Because her pants were still bunched around mid-thigh, she couldn’t open her legs fully, and the tension only made her squeeze around him even more.
The friction was insane—far more intense than usual. It awakened all his ‘uncivilized’ instincts.
Pubic hair clung together with wetness, their joining a messy, foaming spectacle. No matter how many times he slammed into her, his lust refused to wane.
But when he pressed in to his deepest point—
“Hh!”
Eugenie, who hadn’t managed a proper moan for a while, arched her back in shock.
He was filling her so completely that it felt like there wasn’t space for even a thread. Her entrance kept dripping helplessly, soaking everything below.
She thrashed her head against the bench, gasping at the new spot he’d just found. The sensation was so sharp it was almost terrifying.
“Wait, sto—!”
“Do you feel it, way up there, Norton?”
“Ah, mmm, ah!”
“You should’ve told me long ago that you liked it this deep.”
Seeing her reaction, Magnus let out a ragged breath. He slid his hand beneath her trembling thigh, then pressed down firmly on the spot he’d just discovered.
“Aaahhng!”
The reaction was instant and overwhelming. For a moment, she really thought she might faint.
“N-no, ah, I can’t—!”
“I’ll finish quickly, so try to keep up.”
He replied with no mercy, resuming his thrusts. If only she could see his face right now—she would have said something, anything.
But all she could do was writhe and cry out, giving him access to a new level of pleasure she hadn’t known before.
The fact that they were outside, with Elaine nearby, and in Troys territory—all of that melted away under the onslaught of sensation.
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