Chapter 77
Euclid’s hand brushed against Sylaria’s thigh, just above the garter that held her stockings in place. His palm, large and warm, stroked upward slowly, caressing her bare skin.
“Haah…”
The feel of his warm hand on her skin made Sylaria’s body grow languid. As she let the strength leave her legs, his fingers, now at the top of her thighs, pressed lightly against the fabric below.
“Why are you already…?”
“……”
Sylaria turned her gaze aside at the embarrassing question. Euclid gave a low laugh.
“It’s because I want you so much. From the moment I saw you, my c**k started throbbing. It physically hurts me just trying to hold back.”
With that, Euclid moved her undergarments aside and pushed his fingers in without hesitation.
“Nngh…!”
Her head tipped back at the unfamiliar sensation of his fingers pressing inside. With one finger entering her, Euclid’s remaining fingers gently stroked around the entrance.
He swept upward from below as if tracing delicate petals, making her shudder.
“I did as you told me. So give me a reward.”
“What kind of… reward shall I give?”
At her question, Euclid’s smile deepened. He looked straight into her eyes as he moved his hand in small, deliberate motions, pressing against her c******s each time.
“Ah— Ahh! Haah, nngh!”
As he stimulated her within and at the same time pressed her most sensitive nub, a flash of light sparked before her eyes. Sylaria forgot this was the drawing room and cried out without realizing it.
“Ahh, haa, nngh, Euclid!”
His touch grew rougher, and Sylaria’s voice rose with it. As she lay sideways on the sofa, twisting under him, the loosened bodice of her dress spilled open, revealing pale skin.
Euclid did not miss this. He lowered his head and buried his face there, drinking deeply of her chest, as though something might spill forth, while his hand continued to torment both her entrance and the small bud above.
“Hhh, nngh, nngh!”
When his fingers pressed a spot inside her, she drew in a sharp breath. The intense sensation forced her legs to spread and her thighs to tremble tightly. And then.
“Ahhh, ah, ahh!”
Her climax arrived. Sylaria’s body shook as she reached her peak. Euclid lifted her skirt and placed his heated, rigid self against her entrance. As if his earlier words were true, his arousal was hot and slick, glistening.
“Huu, Sylaria…”
Calling her name tenderly and with such longing, Euclid pushed his manhood between her folds. The tightly closed opening parted as the rounded tip entered.
“Hnnngh…!”
Sylaria trembled at the feeling of the narrow space being filled. She could feel every ridge and curve of his pillar. Even though it wasn’t her first time with him, accepting him still felt overwhelming.
“Hnnh… mmngh…”
She drew deep breaths as the thick weight slid further in. With every inch that entered, her breath quickened.
When at last the end of him reached deep inside her, when she had taken him in to the very base…
Euclid held her waist and began to move back and forth. The wet sound of their joining spread through the room, her body swaying limply with each thrust.
“Ah, haht, nngh, nn!”
“Huu, huu…”
His pace quickened, and Euclid’s usually composed face distorted with strain. Dressed now in a dark blue, ornate ceremonial outfit unlike his usual attire, he moved against her without a thread out of place.
He pulled out his e***t pillar, then thrust back inside. The sight gave Sylaria a strange sense of forbiddenness, making the back of her neck prickle.
Their bodies tangled and rocked as one, her pale chest bouncing up and down. Looking up at Euclid, Sylaria bit her lip, suddenly aware that they were doing something so wanton here, in the drawing room.
This was a place meant for receiving guests, for reading letters, drinking tea, conversing politely. Here she was, in broad daylight, baring her chest and ravishing him. Her embarrassment colored her cheeks hot.
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