Chapter 29
Still lying on top of me, he murmured. When I finally came to my senses, I realized I was clinging to his neck as if trying to choke him. As I belatedly relaxed my grip, he raised his upper body and looked down at my face. For some reason, his eyes, unfocused like on a night he returned from a killing, looked a bit frightening.
“Ha…”
He tensed his hips, pressing in to eliminate even the tiny gap that remained, his face twisting in the process.
“Damn, this is just too…”
It didn’t seem like he was angry If anything, it seemed like he liked it. But did it have to be so ruthless? I only had that question for a moment, before, with another deep thrust of his hips, I became newly aware of the situation—of how I was being penetrated below by him.
Certainly, it didn’t hurt as much as I’d worried. In the moment of joining, there was clear pleasure as well. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t overwhelming.
“Ha, ngh…”
It felt like something was wedged in all the way up to my solar plexus. But being physically joined with someone I liked was also an incredibly fulfilling experience. Of course, the intense pressure that came with it was a bit much…
Even amidst all these wandering thoughts, what was clear was that the heat of his body against mine, and the way he looked at me as if he would devour me, was intoxicatingly good.
Once my body had adjusted to a certain extent, he began to move his hips slowly. As the wet flesh walls and his firm shaft rubbed together, lewd heat began to rise. The sense of being overwhelmed soon shifted into dizziness.
His thick waist started thrusting, stimulating my insides. As I was shaken and pushed by his strength, I began to become familiar with the pleasure of penetration. The dam of sensation broke, and pleasure rapidly flooded in.
“Ah, mm, ah, Young Master, ngh, this is weird, it feels… ah, ah…!”
“Do you like it, or not? You need to say it clearly, Ayla.”
Regularly, or irregularly. As he pressed and prodded my pulsating inner walls with the force of those first jolts, words I hadn’t filtered through my mind slipped out.
“I like it, I—ngh, I like you… mmm, Young Master, do you—do you like me too?”
It was a thoughtless confession, but these were my true feelings. I was truly curious whether he, too, was as aroused as I was by his body, whether his mind was also melting with pleasure.
“I feel like I’m going to die… because it feels so good… I could be stabbed to death with a knife right now and I wouldn’t even know it.”
Of course, the young master wouldn’t lose his nature. He spat out rough words. Still, I chose to take them as meaning he felt just as good.
He looked me straight in the eye, with a frighteningly intense expression that didn’t seem sane at all.
I discovered a drowsy satisfaction in the corner of the face that was always tense and grim, and I unconsciously stroked his cheek.
That this man, whose face always looked like he was just barely alive, would make such a greedy face only in front of me. I liked that so much.
“Ayla, kgh… Ayla…”
The gentle penetration had, before I knew it, turned into wild, stormy waves.
Even my ears felt violated by the rough voice calling my name.
“Mm, ah, ah, nngh, mmh!”
His member drove up into me, hitting deep inside with such force I felt a sharp, precarious pleasure take on a tangible form and cover me. My breathing grew shorter, and cries like screams burst out from me one after another.
Each thrust struck pleasure points like breaking rocks with a pickaxe. As wave after wave of intense pleasure exploded, I found myself matching my hips to his movement, intoxicated.
“Ah, ngh, ah, ah…!”
My still-unripe muscles clumsily accepted his thick shaft, and my inner walls started to spasm. Sensing the signs of my climax, his large member, which had been thrusting rapidly, slammed in like a wedge. In that instant, a violent sensation swept through my whole body, and I could only sob soundlessly, writhing.
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