I Will End My 10-Year Unrequited Love - Chapter 20

His touch was unbelievably gentle, contrasting with his dry voice, and when his hand finally left Elia’s face, she felt the absence of it keenly.

“You don’t know how much you drive me crazy.”

Cyrone exhaled sharply as if trying to regain his lost composure. He spoke, still staring at Elia, who stood frozen.

“That’s why you can say such things in front of me.”

Cyrone smiled beautifully. Despite his cold gaze, there was a strange smile on his lips.

“I suppose I should make sure you never speak like that again.”

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Cyrone laid Elia down on his desk without hesitation. Even though the bed was just steps away, he showed her no such mercy. The delicate fabric of Elia’s dress tore ruthlessly beneath his fingers as she struggled to break free, but soon her legs went limp.

“Hah…! N-no, don’t. Ah!”

Cyrone’s tongue traced up Elia’s thigh. It moved between her legs and reached her secret place.

“Hah…! Cy-Cyrone, please…!”

Elia couldn’t stop herself from curling her toes. Her legs, lifted helplessly in the air, shook violently through the torn fabric of her dress. Something warm and wet spilled from her deepest place, staining the desk meant for paperwork.

Her hands clawed at anything within reach, crumpling papers into shreds.

“We-We can’t… here… Ngh, it’s too much! Ah!”

A jolt of electricity seemed to surge through her as her back arched. Cyrone gripped her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. Their entangled bodies and Elia’s trembling legs were reflected in the window.

“Look at yourself, Elia. See how much you’re enjoying this.”

Irritated by his own collar, Cyrone roughly undid his shirt. The dim light revealed the hard lines of his muscles as he loomed over her. The sight of him who was above her made her head spin.

But this was Cyrone’s office, his sanctum for political affairs.

“N-no, Cyrone! Not here… Hah!”

Shame washed over her as she shook her head. But the lewd sounds escaping her lips wouldn’t stop. Cyrone pinched her hardened n****e, and she writhed as if burned. Pleasure scorched through her veins.

“Ah! Cy-Cyrone… Hahng…!”

Cyrone kissed relentlessly over Elia’s cheeks and chest. The kisses were so tender yet intoxicating they nearly brought her to tears. His hands caressed the curves of her b*****s, now exposed through the half-torn dress. When his tongue flicked over her peak, she jerked violently. A choked whimper slipping past her damp lips.

“Ah… ah…! P-please, Cyrone… Ngh!”

“You say no, yet your body begs otherwise.”

As Elia twisted beneath him, Cyrone pinned her down. Her heaving chest rose and fell wildly. When his scorching mouth closed over her most sensitive spot, she let out a desperate moan, like she was losing her consciousness. The pleasure was so intense her head fell back.

“That bastard will never know.”

Cyrone chuckled darkly while looming over Elia with complete dominance. Elia’s eyes were already glazed with lust. The heat between their tangled bodies only made Cyrone’s lower body harder.

“No… no one will ever know just how shamelessly you cling to me… Hah.”

His thick length stiffened as if it would cut onto Elia at once. Without thinking, Elia guided him to her damp entrance. Her fingers were trembling around his hot thing. Her lower body was already drenched.

“Cy-Cyrone… please… ngh, ah!”

After clenching his teeth, Cyrone was inside her with a sharp snap. Something heavy and hard cut through her delicate skin.The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room. The air between them burned in an instant.

“Ah-ah! Cy-Cyrone… ngh…!”

Elia clamped a hand over her mouth, but her muffled cries still spilled through her fingers. Her heart pounded so violently she thought it might burst. Her thighs were spread shamelessly wide and trembled uncontrollably around him.

“So… good… Ah, ah, Cyrone… haah… ngh…!”

Cyrone’s thing drove into her with a force that threatened to split her in half. Every time he pulled back only to slam into her again, the lewd sound of their bodies colliding echoed around them. Something hot and wet spilled between them.

“Hah… How could you… marry anyone else… with a body like this…?”

Elia clung to Cyrone’s back, her fingers raking over his muscled frame. The closer they pressed together, the deeper he filled her. Elia’s legs locked around Cyrone’s hips.

“Ah—! Ah, ah—!”

As his thrusts grew faster, Elia’s cries grew sharper, more frantic. Cyrone captured her half-lidded gaze before sealing his lips over hers. Like branding her as his.

“Stay by my side like this… as if you’ve already died to everything else.”

The night had only just begun