Chapter 30
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Reynard’s shift of weight as he leaned in brought the bare skin of his waist against her calf.
“Wait! Reynard! Wait! Ah!”
Touch—
Skin against skin. The sickening memory of Clovis’s depraved touch sent a shiver down her spine. She recoiled, only to feel a soft pressure against the sensitive skin where her neck met her collarbone.
“Nnnh.”
“I’ve heard this is an er*genous zone for most people. So…”
Touch, touch. Kiss.
A succession of moist kisses followed, unhurried and gentle, tickling her skin. Buttons were stealthily undone, revealing glimpses of her flesh.
“Ahh…”
“They say if you lavish attention here, it… heats things up.”
His smooth lips, moist and curved in a self-satisfied smile, met her gaze. His smug expression suggested he was pleased she was reacting as he’d apparently learned she would.
“Reynard… Stop! Nnnh!”
He effortlessly pinned her down with his weight, his kisses persistent despite her struggles. When she pushed against his chest, he nipped lightly at the exposed skin of her upper chest.
A subtle sting spread through her as her tender flesh was bitten. And then…
“Mmnh!”
The warmth of his lips moving against her bre*st, combined with the caress of his hand along her waist, drew an involuntary moan from her lips.
‘This is insane!’
Mortified, she clamped a hand over her mouth. Reynard, wearing a triumphant grin, caught her wrist.
“Don’t cover your mouth. I need to hear your honest reactions to know what you like.”
He pulled her hand away, licked his own lips, and lowered his head towards her. His warm, damp breath ghosted over her lips.
Just as his lips were about to brush hers, she turned her head away. Reynard frowned.
“Are you rejecting me? You’re hurting my feelings.”
“I’m the one whose feelings are hurt! Get away from me!”
“Get away? But you seem to be enjoying it.”
“Who’s enjoying… Ah! Ahhh!”
Reynard yanked down the bodice of her top, which had already been mostly undone. Her bre*sts, ample for her frame, spilled free, and he immediately latched onto a n*pple.
Her already taut peak was swallowed by his mouth, and a fluttering sensation, like the rustle of thin silk, rippled through her belly.
“No… uh!”
“You don’t mean that.”
‘Don’t talk with your mouth full!’
The movement of his tongue against her sensitized flesh sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
She writhed, trying to suppress her reaction, and with lightning speed, Reynard slipped his hand beneath her clothes and tugged down her undergarments.
Before she could react, a cool rush of air grazed her lower body.
His mouth remained fixed on her n*pple, one hand kneading her other bre*st, while his free hand explored the entrance to her most intimate place.
His fingers danced delicately over the tightly closed folds, searching. She knew instantly what he was looking for.
“Haah!”
A helpless cry of pleasure escaped her as his skilled touch found a hidden spot, one she hadn’t even been consciously aware of.
Reynard’s touch was expert. At her first moan, he focused on that precise point, teasing and rubbing until another gasp escaped her.
‘His technique, his skill at drawing out pleasure… Is he really a v*rgin?’ The absurd thought flitted through her mind.
When Reynard finally paused, she stared at him, breathless and dazed.
His gaze swept over her rapidly rising and falling chest as he pushed himself up. Then…
“Gasp!”
His sleeping trousers had always been loose, the thin fabric barely concealing the impressive bulge beneath. She’d idly thought, ‘He must be really well-endowed,’ but…
When Reynard lowered his trousers, the sight that greeted her…
“S-save me.”
The words escaped her lips before she could stop them.
Reynard, flushed with aro*sal, stared at her in momentary confusion before bursting into laughter.
“Hahahaha. Adelina. Ahaha.”
‘You think this is funny? You think this is funny?’
He doubled over, his large frame shaking with mirth.
While he was distracted, she frantically adjusted her clothing, though she couldn’t retrieve her undergarments; Reynard had tossed them aside.
As she contemplated the increasingly frequent occurrence of panty-less days, Reynard’s broad back continued to tremble with laughter.
‘With that size, it’s more accurate to say Reynard has three legs.’ His middle leg swayed boisterously as he laughed. ‘Oh god, my eyes…’
“Why would I kill you? What would I do without you?”
‘You would live. You would live just fine. Seikan and Clovis were enormous, and I barely survived. You, however, will definitely be the death of me.’
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