The Full Story of an Incomplete Divorce - Chapter 18

“Charlotte.”
“Ahh!”
“I want you to focus only on me.”

As if supernaturally aware that Charlotte’s mind was elsewhere, Lucius bit her n****e just hard enough to sting. He had sucked and nibbled on them so much that the swollen, tingling n*****s glistened temptingly like honey-glazed cherries. Gripping Charlotte’s b****t with his left hand, Lucius used his other hand to lift her skirt and pull down her underwear.

Long fingers instantly plunged into her pubis. The hole, having swallowed two fingers at once, gushed out wetness.

With the rough movements churning her vaginal walls, Charlotte’s hips lifted off the surface, bouncing into the air. Each time his fingers rubbed against her vaginal ceiling, a thrilling sensation shot through her lower abdomen. Skilled fingers expertly stimulated her erogenous zones, causing fluid to stream from her pubis like an unending spring. The tapestry spread beneath her was crumpled into a mess, soiled by the love juices she shed.

Lucius stuck out his long tongue and licked Charlotte’s ear.
“Aahn…!”

Charlotte’s body quivered and convulsed as she let out a sensual cry. Lucius, who had just been devouring her b*****s with his tongue, now began persistently licking and sucking on her ear. The hot, saliva-slicked flesh deeply probed the narrow ear canal. The wet, sticky sound echoed clearly right in front of her eardrum. It felt as if it were piercing right into her brain.

Her vision blooming pure white from the overwhelming pleasure, Charlotte let out a helpless moan. A rapidly rising thrill wracked her body. The moment Lucius’s fingers, which had been thrusting inside her, pressed firmly against a certain spot deep within, her climax came crashing down.
“Mmm……hah, nnnh……!”

A strange desire flickered in the blue eyes gazing at the glimpses of red, quivering flesh visible between the spasming entrance. Sprawled limply on the table, basking in the aftermath and catching her rough breath, Charlotte jolted her head up at the sound of a belt buckle being undone. She had never imagined he would actually go further here, and she quickly closed her legs.
“I don’t want to be here, this place… it’s too open.”

At Charlotte’s words, Lucius glanced at the closed drawing-room door and made a face as if he didn’t understand.
“I told you no one will come.”
“That’s not the problem.”

No matter that the door was closed and the servants wouldn’t dare come near, the fact remained that this was the drawing room, a place for receiving guests. Even the table she was currently splayed upon was the very same one where, just a short while ago, she had been drinking tea and chatting with acquaintances.

Charlotte sensed danger as she looked at Lucius’s trousers, strained taut as if they might burst at any moment. There was no time to persuade him with lengthy excuses. Meanwhile, her tightly clenched thighs were being pried apart by Lucius.
“It’s… it’s too cold in here!”
Charlotte cried out urgently.
It was a pitiful excuse, but not entirely untrue. Compared to the bedroom, the much larger drawing room took a considerable amount of time to warm up, even with a good fire burning.
“……”
Lucius reluctantly let out a soft sigh and retreated.
“Very well. Let’s change locations.”
Lucius adjusted his trousers. Wrapping Charlotte’s body tightly from head to toe in the tapestry, he carefully cradled her in his arms as if handling something fragile and left the drawing room. As Lucius walked towards the bedroom, Charlotte held her breath, listening to the sound of his heartbeat against his chest.
After laying her down on the soft bed, Lucius removed all of his cumbersome clothing. His well-proportioned, firm body was revealed under the dim light.
Since last time they had relations with their clothes on, this was her first proper look at Lucius’s naked body. Acknowledging just how large a man he was, Charlotte tensed up and swallowed dryly. The immense difference in their statures made her feel overwhelmed, erasing any memory of him being half a head shorter than her in their childhood.