Chapter 62
“Ah, Ylfus, stop…”
His hand moved further downward. Ylfus supported her lower abdomen, lifting her hips, and suddenly pushed his member between the apex of her thighs.
“Uh…!”
It wasn’t penetration, but the sensation of his hard shaft rubbing deeply against her skin made Cinq instinctively hold her breath.
“Ha.”
Ylfus let out a moan, soaked in languid pleasure.
The sultry heat pooled in her intimate area, and the soft inner skin of her thighs gently embraced his shaft.
He felt her round b******s pressed against his lower abdomen as he began to slowly move his hips.
“Cinq.”
Ylfus wrapped one arm around her body, pressing his large frame fully against her small back.
He showered kisses near her ear, calling her name fervently.
“My sweet bride, are you really going to leave your husband alone and slip out of bed? Hmm?”
Cinq blinked rapidly, startled. The reddish tint around her eyes, colored as if by flower petals from enduring his attention all night, was so lovely it made his heart tighten.
Hesitant, Cinq finally supported herself on the bed with her arms and whispered softly.
“Just a little.”
“Yes, my dear. Just a little.”
He began thrusting his hips in earnest, pressing his shaft against her sensitive core.
The hot, thick sensation of his shaft rubbing against her intimate area made Cinq bite her lips. It felt as though she were forcibly mounted on a wild, unruly colt, shaken uncontrollably.
“Mm, uhnn, nngh…”
She bit her lips tightly, enduring the strange throbbing spreading from below.
But for some reason, her thighs kept opening on their own, and her hips began to move slightly upward.
Her slightly swollen petals moved freely along the shaft. The entrance pressed against the hot shaft, and the sensation of her wet petals and the small, hidden nub being rubbed felt overwhelmingly good.
Ylfus murmured to her in a low voice.
“My love, why are you clinging to me so tightly?”
The growling tone of his voice was so pleasing, it felt as though it tickled her ears with feathers.
Cinq felt herself growing wetter below. She trembled as her hips began to twitch slightly.
“Y-Ylfus, ah, uh…”
“My sweet Cinq.”
Ylfus’s large hands gripped her hips tightly.
“Shall I give you what you like? …From behind.”
Cinq, trembling as she lay facedown, turned her head to glance at him. Her blue eyes were dazed with pleasure, and her lips, which had been gently bitten, were swollen like ripe cherries.
She nodded, her trembling evident.
“Please, do it.”
Ylfus felt his sleepiness fade completely, replaced by satisfaction, as he teased her further.
“Cinq, you need to tell me exactly what you want.”
Submerged in pleasure, Cinq replied in a dreamy voice.
“Y-Ylfus, put it in…”
Ylfus licked his lips and placed his thick shaft at her moist entrance.
As he pushed his hips forward, her small opening quickly swallowed the large tip. Inside, it was narrow, hot, and felt like a jar of honey.
“Ha, Cinq.”
He gave short thrusts, pushing himself deeper bit by bit.
After the torment he had given her the previous night, her insides were still swollen and tender. Her warm, taut inner walls stretched tightly to accommodate him as his shaft pushed in, slowly smoothing out every fold.
The initial entry was smooth enough, but as his length filled her halfway, her walls began to clench tightly as if unable to take any more.
The tight walls gripped him firmly, almost as though they were chewing on him. The sensation made Ylfus’s gaze, still hazy from sleep, turn languid in a different way.
Ylfus deliberately pressed his body against her smaller frame and increased the strength of his thrusts.
His hard, polished pelvic bones and thick thighs slapped against Cinq’s soft, creamy b******s with a distinct sound.
“Ah, ahhh…”
The chilling sensation of being stretched and filled inside her abdomen made Cinq’s arched back quiver violently.
“Huu, Cinq. You’re taking my breath away this morning.”
Ylfus curved his back as he leaned over her. His hot, heavy breath poured down her slender nape like steam rising from a boiling pot.
For her, it was a greedy, heated… animalistic breath, something she could never imitate even if she were to die and return to life.
The next moment, he opened his mouth wide and bit down on her nape.
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