I Will Die for You, My Darling! - Chapter 39

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Chapter 39

With her arms draped overhead, Arietta caught her breath, her gaze falling downward. Her pale body was bare from the collarbone down, a small cloth barely concealing her most intimate area, and a hand, darker than her own, reaching between.

The distinct outline of his aro*sal strained against the fabric of his close-fitting trousers. She extended a foot, lightly grazing the taut material. Unaccustomed to walking, the soles of her feet were remarkably soft, even against the fabric.

Isaac tugged at her undergarment, the soaked fabric catching mid-thigh, restricting her movement. Despite the seemingly closed entrance, it pulsed and fluttered.

He pressed his middle and ring fingers into her slick heat. The wet, deep passage tightened around his thick digits. Though the entrance was narrow, Arietta had accommodated far more formidable intrusions.

“Haah…”

A frown creased her brow as she arched her neck. Sparks of heat ignited throughout her chilled body. Isaac watched her intently, his fingertips scraping against her inner walls, the knuckle of his bent finger pressing against the sensitive entrance.

“Ah…”

Tension flooded her legs, including the one resting atop his aro*sal. Unconsciously, she pressed down, a strange sound escaping Isaac’s lips.

A constant squelching accompanied the coupling of his fingers with her drenched core. With a sharp flick of his wrist, his palm slapped against her, sending more of the flowing liquid to pool on the sheets.

Arietta’s mouth parted further. “Ah, aah…”

Her cold, pale body flushed warm and rosy under his ministrations. He continued his tormenting exploration, his fingers swirling within her as he stroked her calf.

Her head lolled to the side, breath coming in ragged gasps. The lingering lethargy from her long slumber hadn’t yet dissipated, yet the pleasure of his touch was undeniable.

Gripping her delicate ankle, Isaac guided her foot against himself, further stoking his already burgeoning er*ction. It pulsed, as if dissatisfied with such meager stimulation.

He unfastened his trousers, freeing his confined p*nis. The dark sh*ft sprang forth, landing heavily above his navel.

Arietta’s body reacted before her mind could process. Her hips, now tinged with pink, twitched restlessly. She yearned for him, for the familiar pleasure that would consume and shatter her.

Nak*d from the waist down, he pressed against her. Arietta herself kicked aside her remaining undergarment, her thighs locking tightly around his waist.

With a slick sound, his fingers withdrew, a glistening strand trailing behind. His damp hand kneaded her small b*ttocks.

Only intermittent moans and panting filled the air. Words were unnecessary between them, their long intimacy having forged a language of shared habits and favored positions.

He relished the feeling of his length pressed against her cl*t, her small bud hardening in response, adding its own friction to his sh*ft.

As always, he ground himself against her sensitive nub. With each withdrawing thrust, a slick residue coated her abdomen, tracing a path over the childhood surgical scar that replaced her navel.

“Hot…” she murmured, the same words every time. Even if clichéd, they were true. His body burned far hotter than her own, especially that dark, hard flesh.

Isaac ignored her familiar refrain, his hips continuing their rhythmic motion. The wetter she became, the closer she edged toward her peak. A shimmering tension filled her, poised on the precipice of release.