Chapter 207
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
Unable to control my excitement, the man became wildly excited as well. Frustrated that the cloth wrapping my body kept him from biting and sucking freely, he cursed roughly—words I rarely heard—and stripped me off.
“Dana…”
“Ah!”
He wrapped me with one arm and lifted me high. The moment I settled on him, his half-inserted p***s plunged deeply into my most hidden pleasure point.
“Hik!”
Overwhelmed by just one thrust, my waist arched dramatically backward.
“Ahh…”
As the terrifying climax pierced me, a tingling pleasure spread to my extremities. He caught me in one arm, unable to hold my body steady, and covered me with kisses.
From lips to neck, collarbone, and down to the tip of my b*****s, he explored. My skin after climax was more sensitive than ever, and even his breath scattered on my skin sent me into repeated ecstasies.
“Ah, uh, uhng…”
“Dana…”
His gentle kisses and soft voice felt so reverent that I felt as if I were being worshiped.
“Ah!”
But worship was far from it—his mouth rolling my n****e inside was unbearably lewd.
“Haa, haa…”
“Dana…”
Drunk on this obscene worship, the man laid me back on the bed. His intoxicated eyes drank in my naked body, covered in the fire he’d ignited with his lips, and murmured my name again and again.
“Dana, I can’t express how much …”
He couldn’t continue, overcome with emotion, and pulled me into a tight embrace.
Creak, creak, creak, creak.
“Ah, hup… haa… ah, agh!”
Tossed and turned from top to bottom, I couldn’t gather my senses. My body was no longer mine; I could only lose myself in the sensations. Yet he kept going…
“Dana, look at me.”
He begged me to look at him, as if I were purposely avoiding his gaze.
“Please… look at me.”
His voice was so desperate I couldn’t bear it. I struggled to lift my trembling, pleasure-soaked eyelids. At that moment, I caught his gaze.
‘Why?’
I was already full to bursting inside, yet his eyes were still hungry. He desired me like someone who hadn’t truly had me, even though I was completely his. I couldn’t understand it.
“Dana.”
He smiled only when I met his eyes—but somehow, it was a fragile smile.
“Tonight feels like our first night together.”
Was tonight really like our first night?
An abandoned stranger’s house, a stranger’s bed, a fireplace—was that what was similar? But after a moment, I realized he wasn’t talking about the place or situation.
“Dana.”
Calling each other by our real names as we make love—that made it feel like the first night.
Now I understood why he kept calling my name over and over, and why he acted as if, even though he had me, he didn’t truly possess me.
“Dana.”
“Yes?”
“Just…”
“Just?”
It was the same reason he said silly things while resting his head on my legs earlier today.
“I wanted to say your name.”
How much had he wanted to say my name? Even though he knew he shouldn’t, he’d accidentally called it while making love to Rize—how much more must he want to say it now?
“Killian.”
I called out his name. At that moment, he stopped moving his hips. It was surprising.
Since he told me his real name, I had never called him by it. He was still ‘Johann’ to me; it felt strange to use a new name. Of course, I probably had a little stubbornness too.
“Say it again, say it again.”
“Killian. That’s your name.”
He couldn’t believe his ears, doubt flickered in his eyes but vanished instantly, replaced by deep emotion.
“One more time.”
“Killian.”
Without asking why, I called him as many times as he wanted. He wanted to hear my name so badly; surely he longed just as much for his name to be spoken.
“Dana.”
He hugged me tightly, overwhelmed with joy, even shedding tears.
“That’s me. That’s my name. I’m… real.”
It was such a deeply moving moment it brought him to tears. Perhaps one reason he feared I might leave was because I never called him by his real name—it felt like I was rejecting the real him.
“Killian, I like this name better.”
“I still love you. So don’t be afraid, my love.”
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