The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 153

The gift of her arousal—clear and sticky—welcomed his fingers as they slid lower. Cassis spread her legs wider, his hand cupping her a*s with possessive hunger. Her ragged breaths, coming faster now, begged him to take her. The woman waiting for him, dressed in nothing but obscene disarray, was breathtaking. His c**k, swollen and eager, twitched against her, aching to push inside.

This was the moment—the beginning of something with no end in sight.

“Ah… ah…”

She lost track of time as he drove into her, hips rolling in deep, relentless strokes. Then, his voice, dark and dangerous, whispered against her skin:

“Should I give you more, Evelyn?”

No answer came. Beneath him, she could only gasp, her body too overwhelmed to move. Cassis didn’t wait—instead, he snapped his hips harder, filling her with a thick, delicious stretch.

The crimson slip, still clinging stubbornly to her body, swayed with each thrust. It annoyed him. This flimsy fabric had no place between them—she should have been bare from the start. If she had just wrapped her arms around him, pressed close, that would have been enough.

He knew better than anyone. Evelyn, wearing nothing at all, was his perfect paradise.

The nymph who had fled his carefully crafted nest only to plunge herself into forbidden waters. The memory of her struggling in the pond, delicate weeds tangling around her arms, flashed in his mind.

But he didn’t strip her bare.

Because she had chosen this.

If she had wanted to sleep in soft lingerie, she would have picked that plain white set discarded in the corner. But she hadn’t.

Her desire was him.

Night had fully settled around the cabin, leaving the bedroom dim, lit only by a few scattered lamps. His gaze dropped to her b*****s, the lace-trimmed fabric swaying with every snap of his hips.

“Too dark?”

He could light the room brighter. There was no chandelier hanging above them, but Cassis had other ways of illuminating what mattered.

Considering her shyness at being pinned beneath him, the candlelight was just right. The thought of watching her body sway and tremble in the faint glow made his mouth water. Even now, with Evelyn already in his arms, he craved her endlessly. Today’s satisfaction would never be enough for tomorrow.

“Evelyn?”

No response, as expected. He debated whether to shove his c**k deeper into her slick, clenching heat, then absently shook his head. The motion made her limp lower body sway helplessly beneath him, her lips—already swollen from his relentless kisses and bites—quivering with each movement. If he were a vast lake, she had long since become nothing more than a fragile strand of waterweed drifting within him.

And he loved it. Every subtle change in Evelyn, the way she melted under his touch, how utterly different she was now compared to when they’d started. At first, she’d clenched her lower belly so tightly he could barely push inside, but now, after lulling her into complacency, a sudden thrust buried him to the hilt. She was wanton, insatiable—like some doomed nymph from an old tale, drowning in endless pleasure, and it drove him wild.

He stared into her glassy eyes, vacant of anything but lust, as he rocked into her. The wet, obscene slap of skin drowned out her moans, and every hot breath he exhaled against her skin made her shudder, her walls clenching around him even tighter.

Ah, Evelyn.

His gaze drifted over the mess he’d made of her throat and shoulders—sucked and bitten, marked in shades of red and purple. Had he whispered that he’d lick her clean instead of a deer? It still wasn’t enough. He wanted to stain her until she matched the color of that damned slip, the one that clung so temptingly to her curves.

…No. I can’t.

This was just a short trip, not an excuse to keep her in bed for days on end. He’d have to restrain himself, let her rest at least a little.

With effort, he reined in his hunger and carefully hauled her up, letting her slump against him. Her arms dangled weakly, so he gave her a*s a few encouraging squeezes beneath that infuriating slip. A broken, trembling whine spilled from her lips.

“D-Don’t… squeeze… Nngh, i-inside… you’re crushing me…”

“I’m fine. You’re the one who won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Three days. That was all this little excursion was supposed to be—just enough to make her heart race, not leave her completely wrecked. Even as he declared he’d ruin her for the entire next day, Evelyn’s arms didn’t push him away. They just trembled, weak and pliant.

Cassius stroked her spine, coaxing her until she finally looped her arms around his neck.

“Ah—hnn!”

He dragged her closer, sealing their mouths together in a deep, devouring kiss. Their tongues tangled, stealing what little breath she had left, and he reveled in the way she strained to suck him in, her desperation pathetic and intoxicating. His grip on her back tightened.

Mine.