Chapter 30
“Aahh… mmnh!”
As the sensation coiled tighter and tighter from deep in her belly, Tina tightened her arms around the man’s neck and clung to him. Her breath, frantic and unsteady, spilled inadvertently into his ear, and in that moment, Tina didn’t realize that moaning directly into his ear would only make it worse.
“Ngh… you do have a talent for provoking me.”
Tina had no idea what she’d provoked, but she couldn’t stop, not the way her trembling body leaned against his, and not the way her broken moans poured into the shell of his ear. Neither was something she could possibly cease.
The man didn’t miss her response. He soon wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her as if she weighed nothing, carrying her toward the window.
Her body, suddenly off-balance, swayed in his arms, but without an instant’s hesitation, he pressed her against the cold glass.
“Mmh… aah— nnh!”
With every step, small peaks of pleasure kept cresting, and Tina couldn’t stop the moans from coming. Her burning core grazed achingly against the firm, sculpted plane of his abdomen with each stride.
The cold glass against her back made Tina stiffen for a moment, but the man held her body tight against his, refusing to let her lose the rhythm. Without ceasing his fluid upward thrusts, he ran his tongue along the nape of her neck and up to the soft skin beneath her ear.
“Mmph… nnh.”
Tina sucked in a breath at the thought that someone might be passing by outside the window. There could be servants walking the grounds. They might see what she was doing.
And yet… and yet… she couldn’t hold back. Tina wanted only to take him deeper. Deeper. The man she desired. Him. This man.
“Ah— aahh! Mmnh… ah!”
So whenever her head turned to the side, Tina would lower her eyelids and plunge her vision into darkness. In this moment, she wanted to hold only the person who desired her. To capture nothing but this moment with him alone.
She wanted to erase the world outside from her memory, that world so full of things that hurt her, and act as though this moment of sharing heat, body against body, were the only world that was real.
As soon as she allowed herself that thought, warmth blossomed from deep in her belly of its own accord. A sensation slithering down her spine raised every hair on end, stretching the precarious line between sanity and oblivion taut as a bowstring.
“Mmnh… ah… haa… aahh—”
Just as her breathing had grown shallow beyond notice, the man’s hand suddenly seized her waist and turned her around.
“Hkh—”
Tina gasped, losing the rhythm of her breath entirely, and braced her hands against the window by reflex.
The cold touch of glass seeped through her palms and crept coolly up the insides of her arms.
A moment later, a large hand settled over hers, and his fingers threaded naturally between her own. Their clasped hands smeared a thin layer of fog across the glass.
“Aah— mmnh!”
From behind, the man’s body pressed flush against her, bearing her weight. The hand wrapped around her waist without a gap pulled her roughly inward, never losing its rhythm, and with that fluid motion, her pelvis and his center aligned precisely.
Through her indecorously opened eyes, the window framed a modest blanket of snow beyond the glass. While that serene, silent world filled her vision, the movements driving into her from behind were fast and savage.
Each time her hands trembled against the window, his hand pressed over hers once more, cradling and steadying it as though pinning it in place.
In the glass that held such a still landscape, her own face was reflected, utterly ruined, drool trailing from her lips, shaking helplessly to the man’s rhythm.
“You need to take it all in, properly.”
Then a low whisper pressed close to her ear, and the man’s hand traced up along her jawline, gripping her chin quietly, but firmly. When he put force into his fingers and turned her head slightly, their eyes aligned without a fraction of error.
“No, I’m… I— aahh— nnh— ah!”
Tina sensed something subtly sharpened in the man’s tone. Her closing her eyes earlier must have displeased him. He might have thought she wanted to escape this moment.
“Nnh — I, I… ah! Aahh— mmph— n-no, nnh!”
She wanted to dispel that notion and whimpered softly. If the man hadn’t laced his hand over hers once more on the cold glass, she might have pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek to soothe him.
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