Chapter 169
Terrified, she sobbed out a plea.
“Stop… hick, I’m scared…”
“There’s nothing to fear. It’s a good thing.”
“Nn, please…! You said… ngh, you’d stop if I didn’t want—”
“I won’t do anything Jaha truly dislikes. But look.”
He ground his hips in a slow, deliberate circle, and her insides convulsed like a live wire had been dragged through them.
“See how happily you’re clinging to me?”
“That’s not… nngh—!”
“You’re sucking me in so tight, begging me not to pull out. Why ask me to stop now?”
Caging her completely against him, he resumed his ruthless pace. Each snap of his hips drew filthy, wet slaps from their joined bodies, the sound echoing obscenely through the room.
Jaha’s weak thrashing stilled as a violent tremor erupted from where they were connected, her head snapping back.
Her back arched sharply, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.
Her consciousness flickered like a shattered chandelier—flashing bright, then dark—before plunging into freefall.
Silent convulsions wracked her as she collapsed limply against him, and with a final, deep thrust, he spilled inside. The searing flood against her oversensitive walls made her twitch faintly, her body still trembling through the aftershocks.
It’s finally over…
Drenched in exhaustion and relief, Jaha lay limply, barely able to breathe—until she felt the flesh still buried inside her pulse and swell anew, hardening relentlessly. Panicked, she tried to crawl away.
“I’m still— ngh!”
“It’s alright. Just stay still. I’ll take care of everything.”
He seized her waist, then marked her like territory, teeth grazing the nape of her neck. It didn’t hurt—just the pressure of his lips and tongue—but the slow, deliberate gnawing sent strange sparks skittering down her spine.
With a firm grip, he flipped her onto her back, never breaking their connection. The sudden shift jostled her oversensitive insides, the friction unbearable in her spent state.
“You’ll let me, won’t you? Your body’s this soft and open because it wants to take me.”
Absurd as it was, his words carried the weight of a ruler’s decree—something she couldn’t defy, only obey. The fact she’d resisted at all was only because she was a modern woman, one who knew hierarchy as a concept, not a lived terror. But now, drained and pliant, she couldn’t even muster a protest.
He loomed over her, hunger darkening his gaze as he watched her tremble, her chest heaving with shallow breaths.
She was a feast laid out just for him.
One he’d waited an eternity to devour.
And he was far from satisfied.
His fingers trailed toward her pert, flushed n*****s, circling but never touching—taunting. Jaha arched with a whimper, her lips parting around a silent plea.
The sight made his throat tighten. He wanted to press his c**k between those slick, trembling lips, feel her tight warmth swallow him whole. To push deep until she gagged, until her throat fluttered around him just like—
A low groan escaped him. If only he had another. But even without, there were endless ways to ruin her.
He bent down, sealing their mouths together. When his tongue slid against hers, electricity shot down his spine. This—this was its own kind of madness. Not s*x, but something just as intoxicating. Like their souls were tangling, merging.
I wouldn’t mind being tangled up with her.
No—I want to be wrecked by her. Only her.
Lost in the frenzy, his movements grew rougher.
Jaha’s paper-thin body trembled as she slowly lifted her gaze. The man above her had completely lost his composure, moving with wild abandon. His usually refined features, which she’d always thought resembled a sculpted masterpiece, were now slick with sweat, giving him a dangerous, almost feral aura.
The sight of him consumed by lust for her filled Jaha with a strange sense of power—of dominance. And that realization only stoked the flames of pleasure licking at her body.
The physical stimulation alone was already overwhelming, but when layered with this psychological euphoria, her mind short-circuited completely, like a system pushed past its limits.
“Haaaah—”
Her eyes rolled back as she teetered on the edge of consciousness, but he held her tight, hips snapping greedily against hers. The force of each thrust sent sharp jolts through her bones—thud, thud—until finally, he yanked her legs flush against him, burying himself to the hilt as he came.
Afterward, he gathered her shivering, delicate frame into his arms.
The frantic rhythm of her heartbeat pulsed against his chest—proof that she was alive, breathing, his. The thought made his chest ache with unbearable fondness.
He held her quietly, waiting for her racing pulse to steady. As her ragged breaths evened out and the haze in her eyes slowly cleared, he smiled.
“Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”
Jaha blinked sluggishly, struggling to piece her thoughts together before murmuring:
“Water… I’m thirsty.”
“Understood.”
He shifted to rise, and the moment his c**k slipped free, a thick, sticky mess gushed out from between her legs. After filling a glass from the bedside table, he cradled her back against his chest and brought the rim to her lips.
“Slowly. Small sips—don’t choke.”
Whether from exhaustion or lingering delirium, half the water dribbled down her chin. A gloved hand dabbed at her mouth, the fabric drying unnaturally fast the moment it touched her damp skin.
So this is what purification magic feels like.
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