Chapter 100
There was something uniquely exposing about this position, lying on their sides, his hips pressed flush against her backside. It made every inch of penetration feel impossibly intimate.
As he rocked into her with shallow thrusts, the woman moaned while clutching the sheets.
“Ah! Nngh!”
The swollen head teased her narrow path and retreated. The shallow show movement only made the woman’s vision blur with frustration. When she arched back, trying to force him deeper, the man only pulled away further.
“…I hate you.”
The woman turned and looked at the man. Her red face and kissed up lips made the man wanted to thrust hard without restraint. But he knew she struggled when doing it in the morning. This teasing was his way of being considerate, though it clearly had upsetted the woman.
“Oh? What do you want me to do about it?”
He asked with a grin.
In answer, she shoved him onto his back and climbed astride him. The sight of her bare skin above him, made his brow furrow. His p***s throbbed violently. He wanted nothing more than to grab her waist and slam her down onto him.
“…Haah.”
“Agh!”
She guided the thing and guided it inside. His girth threatened to split her apart as he swelled even thicker within her.
“Ahh… Nn!”
The thick intrusion inside her stretched her walls, swelling gradually until a deep, satisfying fullness spread all the way to her toes. The woman arched her hips slowly, rolling them in rhythm. The quiet room was filled with lewd, wet sounds.
“Aahh!”
“Hah…”
The man’s low, ragged groans with teeth clenched were unbearably e****c. His raw, masculine energy scraped against every sensitive nerve. The woman moved against him, her hands splayed across his chest.
“Ngh—!”
The man suddenly locked an arm around her waist and slammed up into her. Stars flashed before her eyelids, and the woman screamed. When he did it again, harder, her arms gave out, and she collapsed against his chest.
“Ahh! Hnn…!”
Then the man began moving in earnest. The slick, filthy friction between them grew rougher, louder. The woman clung to him, muffling her cries against his skin. Pleasure gushed out of her in waves.
When her spent body slumped sideways, the man smoothly pinned her beneath him. Gripping her trembling ankles, he spread her wide and went deeply again. The woman moaned and swayed helplessly with him.
“Ahh! Aaah!”
The woman trembled as she wondered just how far his length could reach inside her. Each time she tried to pull away, he gripped her ankles tighter, plunging deeper still. Through the slightly open window, the sound of crashing waves mirrored their frantic rhythm.
“Ah…it’s too deep…too much…”
Her vision blurred as she forced her gaze upward. The man above her, always devastatingly beautiful, was flushed with pleasure. Slowly, the woman reached out to trace the hard planes of his chest. Then, as if by habit, her expression darkened with sorrow.
Beneath his pounding heart lay a faded scar that was embedded long and deep. One she herself had carved into his flesh.
The sight made the woman’s eyes sting whenever she looked at him. All their shared time, all their hatred, all their love, it all slept within that single scar.
“Don’t think about anything. Just focus on me.”
The man knew that look well. The sorrow that habitually surfaced in her eyes. And each time it appeared, a familiar ache gripped his own heart. So he filled the woman deeper and harder.
“Ngh…!”
A particularly rough thrust made her vision whiten. As if determined to claim every inch of her – from her delicate neck to her trembling toes, he scattered kisses across her skin.
Without warning, he pulled out almost completely and moved weakly with just the tip at the entrance. She gave a frustrated whimper at the sudden emptiness.
“Haah…please…put it back in…”
He loved seeing the woman begging like this the most. The way her face twisted in pleasure was unbearably lewd.
When he finally pushed into her again, the woman twisted her hips and cried out. Pleasure and heat converged where they joined. As he pounded into her tight, quivering depths, her body bowed sharply.
Together, they gasped in rapture.
“I love you…I love you, Elia.”
Holding the trembling woman close, he whispered the name buried in his memories. The woman, in turn, clutched the man’s broad shoulders and whispered softly.
“I love you, Cyrone.”
My savior. That was the name they carried in each other’s worlds.
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