The Crown Prince’s Courtesan - Chapter 108 🔞

As if he understood exactly how difficult this was for her, he gently stroked her back.

Though the heat in his eyes plainly betrayed his desire to mark and consume every inch of her pale skin, his touch itself was astonishingly tender.

“My… Omega.”

Swallowing at the heat blazing within those unfocused violet eyes, Marie squeezed her eyes shut.

The tension drained from her body.

The moment it did, the Alpha wrapped his arms firmly around her waist and slowed their joining even further.

The thick, burning length gradually spread her inner walls, exercising remarkable patience as though carving out a path shaped perfectly for itself, until at last he fully sheathed himself to the very end.

Thump, thump. The sensation of a heartbeat pulsing from that intimate place was strangely intoxicating. The feeling of his cxck twitching as though it might knot at any moment made the Omega’s walls react, clenching tightly around him. Slick and wet, they clung to him, dragging deliciously against his skin.

“Ah, ahh—if you move all of a sudden… ahh, no, Russell. Haah, haah. S-slowly. Like that…”

At first, her body rose only shallowly. The thick shxft slowly withdrawing along the slick passage felt like a great serpent.

With a wet sound, the entrance that seemed unwilling to let him go spread wide once more, taking him back inside.

As the slow rhythm of withdrawal and insertion continued, her arxxsal grew even more obscene and viscous, glistening pale against her skin.

“Fxck.”

Their eyes met at the short curse. Marie licked her lips. She wanted to simply lie down and lean against his firm chest like this.

As though he had reached the limit of his restraint, he lifted a hand. Keeping one arm firmly wrapped around her waist, he grasped the soft white flesh that had been swaying before his eyes, relentlessly provoking his Alpha pheromones.

The pleasant fullness that filled his hand completely made his fingertips move instinctively. The Omega impaled on him let out an embarrassingly lewd moan, and her entrance tightened enticingly around him.

Russell thought that she smelled wonderful.

Roughly kneading the brxxst in his hand, he teased its peak with fingers hardened through years of training.

Whenever he pressed down, she trembled and clenched tightly around him, her thighs shaking. It was obscenely beautiful.

Her flushed nxxples looked as though, if he took one fully into his mouth and sucked, sweet milk would spill forth.

But his Omega, his mate,had a swollen belly.

If he moved her carelessly, she would hurt.

Even in his state, teetering on the edge of a pheromone rampage, there were moments when he remembered that the woman before him was his wife, Marie Alphrose, only to forget again the next instant.

Yet even in that hazy state, he hated the thought of her being in pain. Hated the thought of her crying.

He did not want to hurt her, not even a little.

He began moving beneath her with slightly greater force than before. As the head of his cxck dragged deeply along the clinging walls of her passage, the Omega’s scent grew sweeter and thicker.

He needed to drink it. He needed to drink it in order to return fully to himself.

If he filled that Omega’s body, filled it completely, with this burning heat, then he could return to normal.

He knew that instinctively.

Even though he wanted to thrust his hips hard like a desperate dog, he gritted his teeth and endured it. At some point, the alpha’s mouth had filled with the taste of blood from holding back his urges.

“Haah, Russell.”

That was his name. Hearing that woman call his name was arxxsing enough to make him come on the spot.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Staring at the lewd opening wrapped around him, he suddenly lifted the woman’s body.

“Mngh, Russell, ah!”

Carefully, so as not to put any strain on her stomach, he laid her down. His gaze obsessively roamed over her full, swollen brxxsts, as though they were begging to be suckled.