Chapter 32
Until just a short while ago, she didn’t even know that men and women did such things, much less feel any pleasure from them, but now she shook her hips wanting greater pleasure.
Each time, her lascivious skin rippled.
“Aidan······.”
Outside the bed, he was called ‘His Grace the Grand Duke, ’but on the bed, she called him by his name.
At first, calling him that was just to get him to stop his persistent caresses, but now it has somehow become familiar.
“Aidan, please.”
As the man’s hand withdrew, she couldn’t bear it.
The n****e he had just been stroking, now e***t and sensitive, itched, and the small flesh hidden in the folds between her legs flushed with blood and suddenly poked out.
“Please······.”
“Please, what exactly do you want me to do?”
What followed, even she did not know.
She wished he would suck on her.
The memory of the last time, when she was sitting on a chair with legs spread, and he had bitten at her flesh with his lips and pressed his tongue into her hole, flashed before Floria’s eyes.
She wished he would touch her.
She wished he would pinch and twist her taut, swollen n*****s.
She wished he would put himself inside her······.
On the first day, she remembered his large, hard member that painfully pressed inside her like a stone.
Since then, he had tormented her with fingers and tongue, but had never once put it inside her.
Unaware of how shameful she felt, she lay flat on her stomach, lifting her hips to the sky, begging.
“Please.”
But she couldn’t say those words out loud.
How scared she had been that day.
She begged to read a book rather than accept Aidan’s membership, so it was impossible that just a few days later she could beg him to put it inside her.
She wished Aidan could read her mind and act accordingly, but he just held her from behind.
His body, still clothed, pressed warmly against her naked skin.
Even wearing pants, his hardness brushed between her b******s, making Floria’s body tingle and burn.
“Hngh······.”
Confirming the presence of his long shaft, moisture seeped from within her once again, staining
Aidan’s clothes with a slick wetness on the black fabric.
But there was nothing she could do about it.
Floria shook her hips against his member, demanding stronger, deeper contact.
A faintly sly smile appeared on the man’s face as he watched her.
“What is it you want, Floria?”
“······Aidan.”
“I don’t know women well, so I don’t understand what you want.”
It was not the tone of someone truly ignorant.
With his leisurely voice teasing her, Floria bit her lip.
Her red lips flushed even deeper.
“Should I go read that book again?
Maybe I should find out what it is you want.”
Then Aidan slightly pulled his body away from her.
As he tried to move apart, Floria turned her body and grabbed his wrist.
Holding a wrist too thick to be held with one hand, Floria whispered,
“······No.”
“······.”
“······Don’t go······.”
There was no way Aidan didn’t know what he wanted.
After spending nights together, Floria had come to know him well, and surely he knew her well too.
In fact, there was nothing he didn’t know about her.
She intended to make him say it.
Realizing this, Floria whispered again,
“Don’t go.”
He stopped his retreating steps and quietly looked at her face.
“Please put it in.”
“······.”
“Now······ please put it in. Forgive me.”
Perhaps he was angry at her.
On the first night, when he had been rough and it felt like she might be torn apart, on the second night, she had told him not to enter her.
She had given herself pleasure alone and had become disheveled.
And then a week passed.
He still hadn’t come inside her again.
So she deliberately made herself beg first.
She wanted to want him first, to hold him first.
That burning place was craving pleasure that felt almost like pain.
“Please put it in.”
At Floria’s plea, the man raised one side of his lips.
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