The Full Story of an Incomplete Divorce - Chapter 19

Below his tightly defined abs, his imposing c**k twitched, showcasing its presence. The thick, dark red veins bulging along the shaft pulsed as if alive. The thought of that enormous thing soon piercing her insides made her flinch with fear. She wanted to look away, but found herself unable to. Suddenly, her breath caught, and a heat bloomed from within.
“You don’t need to look at me with such eager eyes for me to put it in.”
“No, that’s not it….”
The moment she opened her mouth to explain that she wasn’t being eager, Charlotte’s lower body was pulled to the edge of the bed. Her legs were thrown over Lucius’s shoulders, lifting her waist into the air, and her v***a parted like a ripe fruit.
Soon after, Lucius’s e***t p***s entered her thoroughly softened entrance.
“Ugh…!”
Because her hips were lifted, her vaginal walls tightened, making the penetration feel much deeper and tighter. Pleased by the sensation of her inner walls clinging snugly to the shape of his member, Lucius remained still for a moment.
“Hoo.”
Rubbing his cheek against Charlotte’s calf, he began thrusting in earnest with a languid breath. His member plowed through her wet depths without hindrance. As if wanting to reach even deeper while tapping her cervix with his blunt glans, he repeatedly struck her inner walls forcefully.
Contrary to his elegant appearance, Lucius’s movements were quite savage and rough. For Charlotte, this was rather fortunate. By focusing entirely on the immediate pleasure, her troubling thoughts felt faint and insignificant.
“Ah, haang! Ah! Ah!”
A sticky substance, whether it was love juice or something else, clung to their joining parts, making a slick, separating sound each time their flesh met. The inside that had been itching was being scratched by his c**k, sending thrilling shivers that curled her toes. To fully accept the pleasure, Charlotte had unconsciously crossed her legs, wrapping them around Lucius’s neck.
The thick member filling her tightly plunged in deep, again and again. Each time the glans pushed against her walls, pounding her cervix, cries of ecstasy poured out like a torrential rain. From her lower abdomen to her spine. A hot sensation quickly raced through her entire body.

Pleasure piled upon pleasure, layer upon layer, creating an ecstatic sensation. Charlotte let out a cry as if she might stop breathing at any moment, grabbing and clutching whatever she could—the tapestry, the bedsheets.

As his climax neared, Lucius’s breathing grew ragged, and his fine brow furrowed sharply. He pressed his hips tightly against her and finally reached his peak inside Charlotte.
As his c**k, having scattered its seed liberally, began to withdraw, Charlotte wrapped her legs around Lucius’s waist.
“Don’t stop. More… put it in more, Lucius. Harder……”
If they stopped here, she knew she would spend the entire night agonizing over the justification for this debauched s*x. She didn’t want to think about complicated matters like divorce or the life that would follow now. For that, she needed greater stimulation. She needed s*x that pushed her body to its limits, to the point of exhaustion.
She felt his empowered member swelling inside her again. Lucius gritted his teeth and growled fiercely.
“You asked for this, Charlotte.”
It sounded like a warning not to regret it, or perhaps like a predator’s final mercy.
“…….”
Charlotte nodded. And that day, just as she wished, she did not leave Lucius’s embrace until her strength was completely spent and she lost consciousness.

***

From early morning, Charlotte toured the mansion, carefully inspecting for areas needing repair or furniture that required replacement.
“The weather is warm, so let’s change the curtains to a light, thin silk and remove the carpet in the lobby.”
“Yes, madam.”
“Move the smaller paintings from the drawing room to the hallway.”
At her instructions, the servants moved with seamless efficiency.
Charlotte, who had set aside her duties as the lady of the house, had resumed supervising the household affairs. It was unavoidable. Every time they went out, Lucius bought gifts indiscriminately, causing all sorts of items to accumulate in the mansion. Charlotte, who had painstakingly maintained the beautiful mansion, couldn’t just stand by and watch it turn into a museum.