My Ruin to You - Chapter 262

“I really can’t.”

“Why are you like this.”

“If we kiss, it won’t end with just once. I’m hungry, Your Highness.”

Roseline leaned her cheek into the large hand holding her face. It wasn’t even a significant touch, yet just like before, the tip buried inside twitched.

“Haa…”

The sigh was long. As a poor substitute, he pressed his lips firmly to the back of her head for a moment. Then, while still inside her, he flipped Roseline’s body over. The thick shaft rotated a full circle, pressing against her sensitized inner flesh, and Roseline shuddered violently.

“Why… why…?”

“You said you’re famished.”

“But hft, why…?”

“I need to see your face to finish quickly.”

Valen lifted Roseline and laid her down on the sofa right beside them. As her back met the plush cushions, Roseline raised her arms to cover her face.

“Look at me.”

He gathered the draping hem of her skirt up to her waist, placed her legs over his shoulders, and licked his way up her already flushed knees. Rotating his hips slowly, he urged, “Hm? Look here,” and only then did Roseline slowly lower her arms. The moment their gazes met his darkened pupils, a sense of climax surged.

“So beautiful.”

Narrowing his eyes as if beholding something dazzling and precious, he spread Roseline’s gathered legs wide apart. Then, gripping her pelvis, he pulled her down firmly.

“Hmm……”

“Haa…”

Groans escaped from both their mouths as he sheathed himself to the hilt. Greedily clutching the soft flesh of her b******s that filled his hands, he increased his pace frantically.

Schlick, thud. Each time he plunged deep and withdrew, Roseline’s body, unable to bear the weight, was gradually pushed upward. Just as the crown of her head was about to touch the armrest, he would grab her pelvis and pull her down firmly. As her lustrous hair splayed across the sofa like blooming petals, thick veins stood out along Valen’s delicate jawline.

“Ah, hhng, slo—, ah, ha…!”

As her climax approached, as usual, Roseline thrashed about, unable to withstand the intense stimulation.

“No. You should ask for it… to go faster… hoo.”

“Yo—, ur, Highness. Hft, too much, ah…!”

Roseline, her face flushed crimson, tightly gripped his thighs as if seeking something to cling to. However, her slender hands couldn’t hold on for long and soon fell limply onto the sofa. He seized her trembling wrists, firmly securing them, and drove into her as if stabbing, relentlessly plunging deeper. She didn’t seem to know it herself, but despite saying she disliked the scoundrel, she much preferred it when he thrust fast and rough.

Thud, schlick.

Each time the veined c**k moved in and out, sticky fluid trickled out in streams. The deep red shaft was also soaked through.

“Haah……!”

Roseline’s body trembled as if seizing, and she came, gushing wet. Her face flushed red at the peak of her climax, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. As her hypersensitive inner walls clenched and massaged the c**k, the head swelled and violently spewed out its seed with a gush.

Squelch.

Gritting his teeth, he collapsed over Roseline at full length. Smearing his essence, spreading it deep into places only he could reach.

“Hmm……”

“Should I not let you go?”

He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. Because his release wasn’t quite finished yet, her insides twitched. That seemed to squeeze out the last of his seed, making his c**k twitch.

“Hm?”

Valen asked again, as if urging her. The head, from which the flow had subsided, moved gently, scraping against the bumpy inner flesh. Roseline, sensitive to stimulation, shivered faintly.

“Soon… mm, vacation is coming. There’s not… much time left.”

“You’re not saying you won’t go. Has your mind changed?”

“If Your Highness wishes it, hft, I’ll stay. But could you… pull out now?”

Pretending not to notice was hard, as the shaft hardening again was terribly distracting. Valen, who had been sucking and leaving marks on Roseline’s nape, spitefully licked all the way up with his tongue.

“Ah, really…”

Roseline cringed and pulled her neck back, but Valen followed relentlessly, nibbling her earlobe. When she thrashed her head and tried to push him away, he asked, “Why, do you dislike me because I’m a scoundrel?” A faint laugh tinged the end of his subdued voice.

It was only after Roseline grumbled that she was truly hungry that he reluctantly withdrew his c**k. The shaft slid out smoothly, but the thick head caught at the narrow entrance. Applying force to pull it out, the c**k emerged with a pop—, lifting its head stiffly, now coated in a milky-white fluid.

“Your plans for the vacation.”

He took a handkerchief from the inside pocket of his jacket, which had fallen to the floor. Then, after wiping between Roseline’s legs, he tidied her clothing. His order was next: after straightening his own attire neatly, Valen slid his hands under Roseline’s armpits and helped her sit up on the sofa.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Roseline, who had been hesitating as if gauging his mood, touched her own nape and opened her mouth.

“Originally, I planned to visit the Marquisate.”