Chapter 34
“I’m, I’m— ngh!”
“Yes. I know. Right here is where you like it most, isn’t it?”
He kept stimulating that same angled spot deep inside with fierce precision. It wasn’t long before Tina felt the end approaching. At any moment now, the man would deliver her into bliss.
So Tina, panting and babbling breathlessly, forced her lips apart.
“Ngh, your name… tell me your name.”
But the thrusts below never missed a beat, relentless as ever.
“I don’t want… hah… not knowing your name— ah! I hate it.”
In the end Tina was practically sobbing as she gasped for air. The violent rhythm showed no sign of stopping.
“My name is…”
At that, the savage thrusts began to slow, transforming gradually into a deep, languid grind.
“Mmnh!”
Of course, for Tina even that was nothing but a greater torment. She arched her back and let moans spill without a shred of composure.
“My name is Cain.”
The man answered softly. Were it not for the seamless, creaking sounds of where their bodies joined, his tone could have belonged to a gentleman asking someone on a date.
“Such a curious lady.”
The man—no, Cain—said it soothingly, and then matched his rhythm to hers, continuing slow, measured movements until Tina found her way back to a proper breath.
“That is all I can tell you.”
Cain whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her head.
‘Does that mean there are things he can’t say?’ The question surfaced in Tina’s mind, and she tried to voice it.
“Ah!”
But before it could leave her lips, the man picked up the pace again. Having allowed her one moment of calm, he now moved as if he had decided it was enough, incomparably thick and relentless.
By the time Cain’s hand had traveled from where it teased between her legs all the way up to cover her eyes, Tina tumbled into a messy, unraveling climax.
“Haah…”
The last thing Tina remembered was Cain shifting her properly back onto the bed and those enormous red eyes, blazing like twin flames, that never once left her until the very end.
“Haah.”
As her thoughts traced that far, Tina plunged her entire body beneath the surface of the bathwater. The lukewarm water soaked her hair in an instant.
‘What’s wrong with me?’
She thought from beneath the surface, bubbles gurgling around her. Something had changed. She was certain of it. No matter how hard she tried to direct her thoughts elsewhere, every sight that met her eyes and every scent that grazed her nose dragged her back to the moments she had shared with Cain the night before.
And at the same time, Tina was already aware: the heat that had briefly subsided was climbing again. Slowly.
What’s more, the tingling that had only circled vaguely around her lower belly until moments ago had burrowed far deeper. She didn’t know how to handle this scorching sensation that rose higher and higher, cresting toward something dizzying.
“Mmnh.”
So what Tina did next, like a child imitating something seen for the first time with wide, innocent eyes, was recalled the man’s touch and carefully mirror it.
Before she realized it, one hand had slid instinctively toward her chest, reaching the n****e that was already swollen and achingly taut. Unsure how to soothe this craving, Tina hesitated, then, with sudden resolve, pinched and twisted it gently between her fingers.
Her hand trembled as it moved, but that very trembling only set her body ablaze.
“Haah.”
Within her pure, untainted, clumsy movements, a secret, tender sensuality bloomed.
Compared to Cain’s thick, rough hands with their scattered scars, the stimulation her small, delicate fingers provided was feeble at best, but stimulation was stimulation all the same.
Tina felt her awareness growing light and hazy as she recalled the night with Cain. As if drawn by some invisible force, she reached lower, deeper, extending her fingers.
“Mmnh.”
She reached down carefully, and her fingers found the bud hidden among the damp curls. The very place Cain had lapped at the night before, drinking up everything that flowed hot from her as though it were the sweetest of springs.
Steeling herself, Tina recalled the burning sensation Cain had left behind and followed her instincts, pressing and rubbing in small circles against that already-flushed spot.
Her hips buckled of their own accord. Muffled moans escaped from the corners of her lips. Her vision had already gone hazy, sinking into a faint mist of steam that rose with the gathering moisture.
As the stimulation built little by little, Tina swallowed a sigh and slid her fingers deeper still.
“Mmh!”
When she pushed without hesitation into the secret depths, sealed and hidden, her entire body shivered with a sharp jolt of pleasure.
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