The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 154

“Hold onto me tighter, come on.”

As their tongues lewdly tangled and sucked, a hint of regret lingered for the words left unspoken. Cassis subtly slid the arm supporting Evelyn’s a*s upward, lifting her body toward him. Her weight shifted entirely onto him, her auburn hair spilling over his shoulders, swaying enticingly as if begging for his attention. With her still in his grasp, he teased the soft skin of her nape, deceiving her body as though this were the first caress.

The evidence of her desperate desire—a slick, dripping arousal—spilled freely between her thighs, and Evelyn, straddling his waist with effort, trembled. Cassis murmured tenderly to her, her movements as unsteady as a drunkard’s.

“If you don’t cling to me tightly, it’ll be difficult for you.”

“Mmm… ahh…”

A coherent reply seemed unlikely once again. Still holding her, he shifted from sitting on the bed to leaning back against the pillows, his body tilting slightly. Evelyn’s form swayed with the motion, her legs spreading wider, and wider still.

Her feet finally touched the sheets, twisted awkwardly, but at least the arches of her feet and toes found some stability. The moment a hint of strength returned to her lower body, he coaxed her further.

“Evelyn? Move for me.”

At his crude demand, she nodded dazedly and clumsily rocked her hips. The motion was too pitiful to even call grinding, but Cassis was more than willing to wait. He knew well how hard it was to move skillfully when filled so completely.

The faint, wet sound of their joining betrayed her desperate efforts. Holding back his own hunger—the urge to take what she couldn’t yet give—he pressed his hips flush against hers, enduring.

‘Come on, more. Since our night started early, it’ll end slower than usual. Contradictory? Ah, but you’ve already figured it out, haven’t you? Sharp girl. Then I’ll grant you the right to monopolize me, even if just for a while.’

He whispered the words he couldn’t say aloud against her cheek, his lips brushing her skin. What was mere amusement for him became overwhelming stimulation for her. Her attempts to straighten her back and move up and down crumbled in an instant, like a sandcastle washed away.

“Ah—ahh…!”

Evelyn trembled violently as she reached her climax, and he smirked, the corner of his mouth curling up. Her ragged breathing showed no sign of steadying.

He pulled his hips back, laying her flat on the bed, then angled himself—his c**k, still thick and e***t, twitching with need—pressing it against her as if to remind her just how much it still wanted her. It pulsed hungrily, radiating heat.

“C-Cassis….”

“Even after filling you so many times, you still can’t bring yourself to look at my c**k properly?”

“Ah…!”

Her response was less an answer and more a wanton moan, but he pretended not to notice, skillfully spreading her thighs wider. Still overwhelmed from being taken so roughly moments ago, Evelyn couldn’t even protest as her body moved to accommodate him.

“Here. Like this.”

Without even using his hands, he aligned himself, the swollen tip nudging at her entrance before he thrust in. The sheer fullness made her stomach quiver, her hips tilting slightly as if to escape the pressure—until Cassis hooked one of her legs over his thigh, holding her in place. The sight of his earlier release, now trickling down between her cheeks, was unmistakable.

When she suddenly squirmed, trying to scramble away right before his eyes, Cassis didn’t stop her. Instead of yanking her back, he let her go. Too exhausted to even stretch her sore legs properly, Evelyn half-crawled, half-collapsed onto the crumpled pillow—the very spot where he had held her, still warm from their shared heat.

He let out a low chuckle.

“Running away already, Evelyn?”

She was just within arm’s reach, yet she acted like she’d escaped. At his mocking tone, her eyes welled up briefly before she buried her face in the pillow, as if hiding her gaze would make her invisible.

“How foolish.”

Rather than lecturing the foolish nymph, Cassis gladly covered her body with his, loving her thoroughly until pleasure eroded her resistance. By the time the electrifying sensations climbing her throat completely overtook her mind, Evelyn had already lost consciousness, utterly sated.

***

The moment she could finally move her legs somewhat properly was, just as he had said, on the morning of the third day. Yesterday, though her mind had been clear, her steps had swayed unsteadily on their own, leaving Evelyn utterly mortified. She had wasted an entire day when he had gone through the trouble of clearing his busy schedule for her—how pathetic.

And so, she had spent most of it lying in bed, nibbling at whatever he brought her on a tray whenever he urged her to eat, then drifting back to sleep. The passing hours felt like a waste, and whenever she met Cassis’ watchful gaze, guilt gnawed at her unbearably.