Chapter 13
“Nnngh.”
The sweet cry that slipped from her lips, which had only been holding back strained sounds, quickly exhausted his restraint. Thud. Driving back in forcefully, he gasped roughly at the sensation of her drawing him in tightly.
“Elaria.”
At the low voice, she opened the eyes that had been clouded by overwhelming pleasure and looked up at him. From closer than ever before, she could see his face clearly. His damp fringe clinging to his forehead, the red eyes fixed sharply on her, and the tightly set mouth and tense jaw.
Her chest fluttered. The realization that she had truly crossed into a future with the one man in her life made her reach out and grasp his firm arms.
As if pleased by her touch, he exhaled a hot, damp breath and called her name again.
“Haah, Elaria.”
After a brief pause, he slowly withdrew and then thrust back in forcefully. The sensation of her tightness gripping him while softly enclosing him made it feel as if his mind would go blank.
The feeling running from her lower back downward seemed to melt and dissolve like liquid. From that point on, he moved in a trance, driving his hips into her. Each time, her body writhed. Her slender waist lifted abruptly, then sank again and again.
“Ahh!”
Her fingers tightened around his arms until the tips turned pale. In contrast, her face was flushed red. Her tear-streaked light brown eyes looked as if sweet honey were about to spill from them.
The thought suddenly rose that the tears gathered at the corners might taste sweet like honey, and before he realized it, his tongue was already licking along her pale cheek. The tears that touched his tongue tasted unbearably sweet.
Everything about her was sweet.
Lucian looked at Elaria, who had finally come fully into his grasp, with eyes filled with possessiveness, like a prize taken in victory. Yet her eyes still held only pure love.
But that alone was not enough for him.
She had always been like this. As if she might leave his side at any moment.
Even though she said she loved him, she rarely approached him first. She would look at him with longing eyes, yet if he showed even a hint of being busy, she would quietly withdraw. She never seemed dissatisfied even if they did not go outside together, or if he did not tell others that they were lovers.
Little by little, those things began to remain in his mind. What had first lingered in his thoughts eventually piled up in his heart.
Why did Elaria never desire him more?
The love he wanted was deeper and heavier than this. He wanted the one he chose to choose him just as completely.
Only then could she accept all of him.
The price of him accepting everything was this marriage.
He had resented how easily she came to terms with their breakup. Yet more than the breakup itself, her absence had been unbearable. Ironically, the separation he had chosen to test her had ended up testing him instead. Her absence had been a fatal blow, enough to stir dark and twisted thoughts.
Lucian curved his lips slightly as he continued his rough movements. Holding her legs firmly at his sides, he lowered his upper body and sealed her lips again. Pressing down with his entire body as if restraining her freedom, he felt a deep fullness from within.
“Hng!”
Her soft b*****s were crushed against his solid chest. Each time his hips moved, her n*****s rubbed and scraped against him. With her breath blocked above and below and even her chest stimulated, Elaria felt a pleasure so intense it seemed to melt her mind.
Each time he drove into her forcefully, his body struck heavily against her. When he withdrew, it felt as if the inner walls were being stretched open, and when he entered again, the motion was sharp and deep.
Especially when he struck the deepest place inside, cries escaped from her without restraint. She pushed her voice into his mouth as she released strained breaths. Each time his thick length spread her entrance as if tearing it apart, it felt as if her breath would stop.
“Huu…”
When his lips finally pulled away after being sealed for so long, she instinctively stuck out her tongue. As if trying to hold him there, she cried out with her tongue extended.
“Nnngh!”
Thud, thud. With each heavy thrust deep inside, it felt as if bursts of light were exploding before her eyes. She felt his hand, which had moved away for a moment, slide behind her back and grip her shoulder tightly.
Like a snake tightening around its prey, he pressed his weight down again, trapping her so she could not move. In that position, he drove deep and released. Her inner walls contracted as if to draw in what he left inside.
“Kh, huu…”
The sensation of being drawn into her was almost intoxicating.
So much so that it felt like he wanted to be consumed by her entirely.
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