Chapter 23
Lucian’s burning tongue swept through Asteria’s mouth and entwined with hers. An unbearable heat rose within her.
But Lucian, as though he intended to spare her no mercy, plunged deeper still to savor her tongue.
“Mm…”
Ragged breaths spilled through parted lips. With one hand cradling Asteria’s cheek, Lucian reached out with the other and caressed her full b*****s.
At first his hand moved in broad strokes, then his fingers began circling near her n****e before giving it a light pinch.
“Ah….”
A moan slipped from Asteria’s utterly defenseless lips. It only aroused Lucian further.
He pushed her down onto the sofa and mounted her fully. As he settled over her, something heavy and rigid pressed against her thigh.
Asteria understood instinctively what it was. But she could barely move. Lucian had pinned her beneath his full weight.
At last he withdrew his lips from hers, only to bite her earlobe with his damp mouth before sucking at the nape of her neck.
“Mm…”
His hands grew ever more insistent on her b*****s. He slipped a hand beneath her clothes entirely, claiming bare skin. When he tugged lightly at a n****e that had stiffened under his touch, Asteria flinched. Lucian felt his c**k harden further in response.
“Even a Saintess feels it the same way, it seems.”
His words set Asteria’s face ablaze.
But Lucian paid her embarrassment no mind, groping her b*****s without restraint until even that was not enough. Impatiently, he pulled her white dress down to her waist and buried his face in her snow-white b*****s.
“Ngh…”
Lucian took her pink n****e into his mouth and sucked hungrily. With every pull of his lips his c**k grew harder and hotter, until even he could no longer contain himself.
His straining e******n pressed flat against his lower abdomen, its tip already slick with fluid.
“Touch me. With your hand.”
He guided Asteria’s pale hand toward himself, freed his c**k from his trousers, and pressed it forcefully into her hesitant grip. A low groan escaped him.
Her clumsy, unskilled touch only excited him more.
“Grip it properly and stroke.”
Her hand moved stiffly. But the mere act of holding a hard and large p***s was already overwhelming.
At the same time, Lucian continued to suck and bite at her pale b*****s. An unfamiliar warmth spread through Asteria’s lower belly.
“Ah, no, Your Majesty… !”
“My name is Lucian. Say my name.”
The c**k in her small hand twitched. He wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there. But a slender thread of reason held him back.
Instead, Lucian slid his hand beneath Asteria’s skirt. Over her thin undergarment, he began to stroke the soft mound of her s*x.
“Mm…”
Her hips bucked. His fingers worked the slit with dogged persistence.
Still unsatisfied, he pulled his c**k free from her hand and began grinding it against her through the fabric, pressing insistently.
The sensation was almost too hot and hard to belong to a human body. Asteria’s mind was already going hazy. But Lucian showed no sign of stopping.
His hand slipped inside her undergarment. He stroked the near-hairless folds of her s*x, then found her c**t and rubbed.
“Aah—!”
Asteria cried out and her hips trembled. Lucian took that as encouragement and rubbed with even greater vigor.
Her entrance grew unmistakably slick. Lucian gripped his c**k and jabbed the head against her soaked opening through the thin fabric, again and again.
“Ahh…”
Pleasure and sensation she had never known in all her life drew moans from Asteria’s lips.
Her half-parted lips glistened with moisture, and her utterly defenseless, delicate body lay pinned beneath Lucian.
Unable to contain his urges, he tugged her damp undergarment halfway down.
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