Chapter 207
Despite the force, his pace remained maddeningly measured—not enough to overwhelm, which only made every detail more excruciatingly clear:
The way his gloved fingers rolled her c**t.
How obscenely he ground against her when buried to the hilt.
The precise angle his c**k hit inside her, striking weakness after weakness.
Her brain felt molten. Heat pooled under her skin, trapped, building layer upon layer.
Harder.
F**k me senseless.
Ruthless, wrecking—
She whined, twitching impatiently, but he kept that same infuriatingly slow pace. As if waiting for her to beg outright.
Normally, she’d cave—but the residue of that foul dream still coiled under her skin. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
How to rattle him? Or maybe just quit altogether—
Her conflicted haze must’ve shown on her face, because his hand suddenly cradled her cheek.
“Are you uncomfortable somewhere?”
That tender touch—like handling something precious.
Then, as if the devil whispered in her ear (how else to explain this twisted impulse?), she smiled sweetly:
“No… it’s good. You’re the best at this.”
The hand cupping her cheek stiffened. His hips, which had been leisurely rocking, also stilled.
“The best?”
As she watched him ask in a tone of confirmation, Jaha suddenly thought:
Maybe I actually dislike this man.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have found such pleasure in his paling complexion, in the way his pupils trembled as if struck. She wouldn’t have felt this perverse thrill at the clear signs of his distress.
Losing all sense of discretion, Jaha answered like someone who could no longer distinguish what should or shouldn’t be said:
“Mmm, out of everyone I’ve been with… you’re the best…”
The finishing blow. Blue eyes ignited with flames. The intensity was so savage that Jaha flinched, shoulders hunching. Half-scattered senses snapped back into sharp focus.
Did I make a mistake?
Frozen under his chilling gaze, she heard him speak.
“How many?” His voice was calm. “Other than me.”
Subdued, but not yet irrational.
“T-Two…”
“Hmm.”
A sound she couldn’t tell was mockery or admiration. Then he pulled his hips back—only to slam into the hilt in one brutal thrust.
The unexpected penetration, the way his c**k deliberately crushed her weakest spot—Jaha’s body convulsed violently.
“But it seems no one’s ever gone this deep before?”
His lips curved into a crescent. Absurdly beautiful, yet undeniably unhinged.
A gloved hand stroked her belly, fingertips tracing the outline of his c**k bulging beneath her skin before pressing down near the base. Inside and out, her most sensitive points were crushed—Jaha’s back arched off the bed with a twitch.
“This place of yours—it swallows me so well now, but before I carved the way, it was tight. And you didn’t even know how to take it until I taught you.”
“Hah—ah—!”
“You leak every time I touch here.”
“Nngh—!”
Scraping her weak spot with the head of his c**k, he yanked out—only to impale her again to the depths. A gush of fluid spilled from her soaked core.
“Even if you f****d those trash a hundred times, they could never make you feel like this. Was it even worth it?”
The thick pillar of flesh, having retreated until only the tip remained, surged back in.
“Hahh…!”
The violent intrusion into her oversensitive depths gradually clouded Jaha’s reason.
“At this point, I might as well be your first, don’t you think?”
That voice—lacing sophistry into her mind, bending her to his will.
A sudden wave of déjà vu hit her.
I’ve heard this voice before…
“Right?”
At his prompting for agreement, Jaha nodded reflexively. Pushing him further now might truly send him past the point of no return. Even now, despite his calm tone, his eyes were dangerously unhinged.
Instinct told her obedience was the correct answer. A thick satisfaction pooled in those blue eyes.
“Forget those worthless men in your head. You’ll forget them soon enough anyway.”
His hand brushed her temple before moving to grip the bed near her ear. Jaha’s gaze was drawn to the defined muscles of his arms—but soon, she had no attention left to spare.
As his grip tightened on the sheets, the real onslaught began.
A relentless, methodical rhythm—building in speed and intensity, targeting only her weakest points.
The massive bed, easily large enough for five, rocked violently under his movements without pause.
Just as she’d wanted, white-hot pleasure flooded her mind, leaving no room for unnecessary thoughts.
Each brutal thrust sent her pelvis ringing with impact.
“Ngh—! Hahh— Ah!”
Their slick skin slapped together wetly, yet where they joined burned like fire. The world spun, filled with sensations as addictive and unfamiliar as a d**g—razor-sharp, electric pleasure that never dulled, no matter how many times she experienced it.
Tears streaming, Jaha looked up at the man above her.
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