Portrait of An Arrogant Master - Chapter 125

Eren’s soft lips pressed against her, his tongue circling her entrance much like when he’d taken her n–ple into his mouth. The sounds of him sucking were unmistakable and raw, the mix of shame and intense pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.

“Eren… hngh… please, stop… I’m sorry, I… I made a mistake.”

“Are you calling my name now?”

“Stop, I was wrong. I won’t do that anymore.”

Macy pleaded desperately, hardly even aware of what she was saying. Eren remained between her thighs, murmuring against her. His warm breath sent her spiraling. Her entrance quivered and a stream of slickness flowed out.

He ran his tongue along her p–ineum, licking the fluid. Macy shook her head in helpless protest.

“Stop… please, why… why would you do something so filthy?”

“If you could see this, you wouldn’t think it was filthy.”

“Ah….”

Eren whispered, teasing her entrance with his tongue.

“Look at it. It’s just like new flesh. Looking ripe as a peach. How can I just look at it?”

What was he talking about? Macy didn’t expect he would do this. He must be really angry.

Before she could fully process it, Eren gave her backside a sharp hit. Tears welled in her eyes at the pain.

“Hold still, Macy. Tasting you is my right.”

Though the sting was mild, she couldn’t stop the tears that began to fall.

Eren, oblivious to her turmoil, only sucked even more intensely. His tongue ravished her with unrestrained fervor.

It was hard to believe this was the same man who always appeared so composed and dignified, now solely focused on stirring her in such a primal way.

Her body felt numb from the relentless pressure; her legs weak as if they’d give out. His hand left her knee, only to begin tracing circles over her sensitive cl–oris with a skilled touch.

A hot wave of pleasure rippled through her body, spreading like paint across a canvas. He trapped her tender flesh between his fingers, quickening his movements, sending pleasure shooting through her with an undeniable intensity.

“Ah… ahhh…”

Her hips twisted instinctively, wanting to escape the overwhelming sensation. But Eren held her down so hard, leaving bruises in his grasp.

His tongue delved deeper, sucking her entrance. He left a feverish bite mark on her soft skin.

At that moment, her mind blanked as her stomach tightened with intense heat. Her closed eyes flashing open.

The sensation coursed through her body, and in an instant, she reached her climax simply from being sucked. As the tremors of pleasure coursed through her, Macy’s body went limp.

Eren, savoring the moment, gently continued to move his lips. It felt as though she would melt away. She couldn’t even muster the strength to swallow her saliva. After a moment, Eren lifted his head.

His noble face was now slick with Macy’s liquid. The clear lines of his lips and the slope of his nose were smeared with the lewd liquid. It gave him an oddly decadent appearance.

Eren looked at the limp Macy as he licked the liquids between his finger

“You’re already tired?”

“I just don’t understand you, Eren…”

“From the way you just came, it doesn’t seem like you hated it.”

“That’s…”

She didn’t have the energy to argue. Her body felt heavy, as if weighed down with water. As her vision blurred, Eren stroked her abdomen, coaxing her to respond.

“Open your eyes, Macy. You can’t fall asleep before we even start.”

“Just a little bit…”

“We agreed to love all night long, remember?”

Suddenly, his earlier remark about how he wouldn’t let her talk about dying again carelessly came back to her.

Was that what he meant? The thought left her feeling light-headed.

* * *

The Bayatten mansion was a stone building in muted colors, located on a hill at the outskirts of the capital. Standing at the main entrance provided a sweeping view of the town below.

Eren had mentioned it was one of the Duchy’s townhouses, but it felt far too large to be classified as such.

“Isn’t anyone around?”

“None.”

Moreover, there were no servants in sight. Eren had draped his coat over her as he carried her inside.