The Full Story of an Incomplete Divorce - Chapter 27

But despite Charlotte’s confident answer, Lucius’s expression remained heavy. Why did he loathe himself to such an extent? Though she couldn’t fully understand, if earning her hatred was Lucius’s greatest fear, she wanted to soothe that anxiety.

“What kind of person you are doesn’t matter to me. I only believe what I see with my own eyes.”

Lucius’s eyes widened. His trembling was transmitted clearly through her palm.

“…That statement. Can you promise me that?”
“Of course.”

His pupils, a deep blue, shimmered as if he had grasped a sliver of hope at the edge of a cliff.

Unintentionally glancing down, Charlotte started in surprise. The front of Lucius’s trousers was swollen, looking as if it might burst at any moment. When had he gotten so e***t…? A tightness rose within her, and excitement surged up. Even while sitting still, her rising breath caused her lips to part slightly, and in that instant, a hot tongue pushed through the narrow gap and surged inside.

“Hhuup.”

The thick muscle constricted her tongue to its root, exploring every inch of her even teeth and soft mucous membranes. Lucius, having moved onto the sofa and seated Charlotte on his lap, tilted his head and lavishly licked the curve of her ear. The wet, slick sound of saliva heard so close to her eardrum made Charlotte’s body shiver.

Lucius tugged on the tie fastened at the front of Charlotte’s chest. The loosened dress slid down, revealing a dazzlingly pure, naked form. Adam’s apple bobbed as he gazed at her round, slender shoulders, the swell of her b*****s with each hurried breath, and her flawless, soft skin as if admiring it.

“Lucius…”

Though this wasn’t the first time he had seen her naked, Charlotte’s voice trembled faintly, unsure how to handle his piercing gaze. At some point, he had undone his trousers, and his arm-thick e******n nodded, fully hardened. Charlotte swallowed dryly at the imposing size of his c**k.

The hand that had been softly caressing Charlotte’s skin slid down past her flat belly and disappeared below. Lucius’s fingers rubbed over her underwear, already soaked and clinging slickly. The more he traced the plump outline of her labia, the more transparently wet the fabric became.

The moment he looked down at his slick hand, Lucius’s eyes flashed fiercely. Even the patience to remove her underwear had evaporated; his rough hands tore the thin fabric away with a weak rip. Lucius immediately shoved two fingers into her tightly closed slit, scissoring them inside her.

“Uunn, hhuuuh…”

A sharp sensation shot up her spine. Charlotte slumped against his shoulder, panting ragged breaths. The flowing arousal soaked Lucius’s thighs and scrotum. The deeper he thrust, the tighter her interior clenched around his fingers, causing heat to gather in the corners of Lucius’s eyes. His e***t member was now painfully swollen.

Under normal circumstances, he would have taken time to stretch her open, but there was no leisure for that now. Fortunately, Charlotte’s entrance, sufficiently loosened from his fingerplay, pulsed as if ready to take his c**k.

“Haa.”

Lucius gripped Charlotte’s waist with both hands and lifted her straight into the air. Her body rose as lightly as a feather. Before she could even adjust to the suddenly heightened view, her body plummeted downward with gravity.

“Hahk…!”

Charlotte’s back arched into a curve as she was impaled on the c**k that stood e***t and menacing like a harpoon. Her inner walls convulsed, screaming at the deep penetration. At the intense, almost bone-breaking tightness, Lucius gritted his teeth.

“Kht, Charlotte. Just… relax a little.”
“Ah, hik, ah, aah…”

Despite Lucius’s words, Charlotte couldn’t easily regain her composure. The thickly filled c**k felt like it was crushing all the insides of her body. Drool dripped from the corners of her lips, unable to even form proper moans.

Suppressing the desire to thrust into her roughly, Lucius moved his hips slowly. ‘It’s okay.’ His low whisper settled onto Charlotte’s ear like a spell. Her body, stiff with tension, gradually relaxed under his considerate movements. As the convulsions subsided and the inner folds loosened lushly, the path for his c**k gradually opened up.