Chapter 27
Rachel mentally scoffed but obediently followed his orders. She rose to her feet, turned around, and braced herself against a nearby tree. She briefly wondered if she should undress herself, but Killian’s hands were already on her trousers.
In one swift motion, he stripped them down. Next came her damp panties, soaked through with her own slickness, revealing the soft curve of her bare backside. The inside of her thighs glistened with sticky strands, and the flushed, plump folds between them looked impossibly tender.
Killian already knew how they’d feel. The mere thought of splitting her open again today, of filling her with his release, made his c**k throb painfully hard.
Without hesitation, he gripped the supple flesh where her thighs met her a*s and pried her apart. Her closed petals parted, exposing her entrance. His gaze locked onto it.
The little hole, twitching as if begging to be filled, was smaller than he remembered. Too tight even for his fingers, let alone his c**k.
A flicker of guilt passed through him—had he really forced himself into something this delicate? But the sentiment didn’t last. His own need took precedence. Positioning himself behind her, he lined up his slick, sticky tip against her entrance.
Then he pushed in, stretching her mercilessly until he was fully sheathed inside.
Her walls, already drenched and eager, clenched around him instantly. The suffocating tightness nearly made him spill right then, forcing him to still. Meanwhile, Rachel, overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion, spilled fresh arousal down her thighs.
“Ah! Aah…!”
Rachel’s entire body jerked violently. She couldn’t believe she was already coming just from him being inside her. Her vision sparked white, her mind dissolving into static the same overwhelming sensation she’d felt two days ago. The second climax of her life.
Her muscles locked, trembling uncontrollably. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out, as if her voice had short-circuited. All she could manage were broken, breathless whimpers as she rode out the aftershocks.
When her legs finally gave out, Killian caught her. One hand braced against her lower stomach, the other gripping her shoulder to keep her upright.
This position… feels good.
Though meant only to steady her, the angle was unexpectedly comfortable. Killian, now regaining his composure, studied Rachel as she slumped against him. For a second, he thought she’d passed out but no, she was still conscious.
And if she wasn’t unconscious, there was no reason to stop.
He pulled out halfway, then thrust back in hard.
“Ngh—ah! Ah! A-ah…!”
Three more strokes, and Rachel was moaning again, her hips moving weakly in time with his. She clung to the last shreds of her awareness, but the thick drag of him against her oversensitive walls was too much. Every thrust ground against tender flesh, her nerves fraying like sand scattering in a storm.
“Hahk! Ah, ah—! Ahn…!”
Rachel sobbed openly, yet kept her legs locked tight around him. This pleasure was unpredictable, overwhelming and might vanish at any moment. She couldn’t let herself faint and miss a second of it. If she just stayed still and took him, savoring every thrust, surely she could hold on…
“Ah! Aahn…! M-more, please—hng… Your Majesty…!”
Yet her traitorous mouth kept begging for more, more, even as her mind fractured. Strangely, she wanted to lose herself completely—to be driven mad by him. Even if the Emperor who despised her saw her as nothing but a mindless b***h in heat, she didn’t care. No, she was an animal now. A beast that only craved to be remembered, to be ruined by him.
Her foggy mind grasped one clear thought: He hasn’t come yet.
If I tell him to stop… he’d lose it, wouldn’t he?
Then he’d surely punish her—wreck her even worse.
It was a plan born without considering Killian’s temperament, but Rachel, drunk on pleasure, didn’t care. The words tumbled out in a breathless taunt:
“Hh—Your Majesty… if I… if I said to stop… ahh! …what would you… do?”
“……”
Killian’s brow arched at the sudden question. At first, he didn’t even bother responding—what kind of fool asked something like that mid-f**k?
But after a beat, he understood. And it amused him.
His hips slowed, dragging his c**k through her soaked, clinging walls until she whimpered. Then he chuckled, low and dark.
To challenge me now, in this state…?
What an utterly shameless woman.
“Do you want me to stop?”
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