Lewd Courtship - Chapter 82

Instead of continuing his words, he pressed down more firmly on her lower abdomen. In sync with Rachel’s flinching body, he let out a small whisper.

“You know… liking you and all…”

“Ah.”

Only then did Rachel let out a short gasp. From yesterday until now, they had only been having intense s*x; he hadn’t actually said he liked her. Her cheeks flushed instantly in response.

Although she had been intimate with many men since becoming an adult, looking back, she had no memory of experiencing a burning love. Things had started lightly and simply continued as physical relationships.

But now it is different. Even if it had started physically, her heart had raced first. Only then had her body followed. Having emotions precede desire was thrilling to the point of being frightening.

‘I’m really being so foolish…’

Rachel brushed her burning cheek once with the back of her hand. Then, she slowly pressed her lips to Killian’s ear. A voice, barely audible, seeped through with her breath.

“I like you too.”

At those words, the muscles in Killian’s face relaxed loosely. The hint of embarrassment from moments ago vanished without a trace.

It was his heart that had melted, yet strangely, his lower half sprang to life. The now hardened flesh poked insistently against her v***a. A startled Rachel jerked her head up.

“Again?”

“Of course, again.”

“But the archive reading time is almost over. Let’s go back to the bedroom and… Ah.”

Just as she tried to get up, Killian forced her back down with his strength. Wrapping one arm firmly around her waist, he picked up the teacup that had been set aside.

He promptly took a sip of the Sementi tea. Holding a mouthful, he cupped the nape of her neck to steady her and brought his lips to hers in a kiss tinged with warm breath.

“Mmm…”

The sweet liquid passed between their mouths. The lukewarm tea and thick saliva mingled. The liquid that brushed against their tongues seeped out from between their joined lips. A single drop trailed down Rachel’s chin.

As if even that was a waste, Killian first swallowed the tea remaining in his own mouth. Then, he traced the line of her jaw with the tip of his tongue.

He covered her lips again, pushing his tongue deep inside, sucking up every last bit of remaining moisture without missing a drop.

“Haah…”

As their lips parted, Rachel gasped for air. Killian’s hand slipped inside her skirt. After removing her damp panties, he undid his own waistband as well. His fully e***t member sprang out and bumped against her b*****k.

“Ah, wait a moment… You should at least say something if you’re extending the time… Ah!”

Her attempt to protest turned into a moan. Killian didn’t leave her bed. Without a moment’s hesitation, he thrust his member inside.

The hole, tamed through the night, allowed him entry in an instant. Their lower bodies pressed tightly together, and her inner walls, slick and yielding, embraced his p***s. As his hips snapped, Rachel’s body jolted up and down.

“Ah! Hah… Aah… Ah! Aaah…”

She arched her back, gasping for air. The sensation, scraping and pushing into her, felt both familiar and strange. As she became aware of the pleasure starting anew, a cry burst from her.

“I, aaah…! If this goes on… I’ll… really break… Ah!”

Pushed to her sensory limit, her legs gave way. Rachel slumped, unable to support her own weight.

Killian held her tilted upper body firmly against him. The places his fingers dug in hurt, but the overwhelming feeling was one of desperate yearning. Now, even the slightest thrust brought her to climax. She barely clung to her fading consciousness.

Soon, Killian’s hand moved to her hip. Gripping it, he shook her, and finally, her mind went completely white.

Her upper body went limp again, but the tight grip on her hips kept her from falling. It felt as if she had become his personal s*x toy.

“Ah! Agh, ah… Stop… Aaah…”

Only exhausted cries spilled from her parted lips. Only then did Killian slow the pace of his hips slightly.

“Ha… Rachel.”

“Ngh, hnn… Your Majesty…”

“Now that I think of it… I don’t believe I’ve ever heard you say my name. If you want me to stop, call my name.”

Through her hazy mind, the day in the stables flashed by. His words from then surfaced: If it’s truly unbearable, call my name. Just like back then, Rachel still had no intention of uttering his name. It was excruciating, but it was still bearable.