Rofan Rule #1: Don’t You Dare Break the Original Story - Chapter 29

Unlike Logan, who was lost in the overwhelming pleasure, Anne didn’t know what to do with the enormous presence inside her. The more she tried to move away, the stronger the stimulation became, and even when she stayed still, her insides moved on their own. She lifted her hips and whimpered.

“Ah, n-no, ahh!”

But Logan no longer heard her. He gripped Anne’s hips and drove his waist forward hard once more. This time, the heavy length sank deep without resistance. Thud, fwop, with each forceful thrust, the penetration grew deeper.

Anne’s lower abdomen tensed. Her tightly clenched inner walls mercilessly squeezed the intruder. The sensation excited Logan even more, and he slammed his hips down harder. As he struck the still-tense depths, Anne let out a cry that sounded almost like a scream.

“Your High— wait, ah… Logan!”

Logan stopped abruptly. With half-unfocused eyes, he looked down at her. Anne shrank her shoulders instinctively. No matter how she looked at him, his eyes seemed a little unhinged.

“Haah…”

Only then did Logan properly take in her appearance. Her face was flushed red, and tears clung to the corners of her eyes. She didn’t look like she was enjoying this at all. As his reason slowly returned, a trace of guilt rose within him.

He released the hips he had been gripping so tightly. His hold had been so strong that red marks remained below her narrow waist. Leaning down slightly, Logan spoke.

“I’m sorry… it just felt too good. I lost my head for a moment.”

Anne bit her lip. He had pushed forward like a madman, and now he apologized so readily. Her resolve softened almost immediately. Logan gently brushed his hand over her cheek.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

For a moment, Anne remembered the birthday greeting he had given her. After treating her coldly for over ten years, why did he show this side of himself only when she wasn’t expecting it? With no immunity to this kind of thing, she had no way to resist. Pouting slightly, she spoke in a sulky tone.

“Go a little slower…”

“Okay.”

Logan nodded immediately. He shouldn’t satisfy only his own desire on a wedding night rushed before the ceremony. Seeing his attitude, Anne relaxed a little.

Logan slowly pulled his hips back. The length that had withdrawn halfway glistened with moisture. The sight made desire surge again. He wanted to thrust back in immediately and move wildly. But he clenched his teeth and suppressed the impulse.

Leaving only the tip inside, he pulled out completely, then pushed back in slowly. The sensation of her inner walls was felt in full. Anne also became more clearly aware of the presence entering her.

“Angh…”

She let out a shallow moan, but this time there was a hint of sweetness mixed in. Logan continued the slow rhythm again and again. Wet sounds and quiet breathing spread through the dim bedroom.

Tears gathered more heavily at the corners of Anne’s eyes. As the pain faded, a strange sensation took its place. It was completely different from when his tongue had touched her earlier. Each time the blunt tip pressed inward, her body grew hotter. When he withdrew, her insides tightened as if reluctant to let him go.

Even as he breathed heavily, Logan carefully watched her reactions. The way her face gradually softened with arousal looked lovely to him. He almost mocked himself for the unfamiliar feeling, yet he couldn’t push it away. A woman who had long been his. But never had that fact felt this welcome.

Logan pulled back until it felt as if he might slip out entirely. The strange sensation of her inner flesh following him made Anne’s hips lift.

“Ah!”

“Ha, Agnes…”

As he pushed back into her, Logan murmured her name like a quiet confession. The blue eyes looking down at her were deeper than ever.

Anne made a distressed face. This was unfair. Why did he have to call her like that, with that voice, with those eyes?

It felt as if the final piece had fallen into place, and sensation surged through her. Her abdomen tightened, craving stronger stimulation.

Anne spread her arms wide. Logan immediately lowered his upper body. Their eyes met at close range. He carefully lowered his lips. Anne lifted hers slightly in response. Strangely, everything felt natural.

Their lips met. Like a man long parched, Logan pushed his tongue in immediately. Anne answered by wrapping her arms around the back of his head. His warm tongue wandered through her mouth in search of hers. In truth, it wasn’t his tongue that was warm. Anne’s breath was burning hot. Logan felt as if his own breath might melt away.

Anne cautiously extended her tongue. The soft tip touched him. Logan entwined his tongue with hers. His hips moved unconsciously. Anne stiffened for a moment, but instead of pushing him away, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer by the neck.

She wanted him to go deeper. Above and below.