The Past Life of the Arrogant Archduke - Chapter 25

“I’m a Sword Master now, so of course my skin is tougher than most people’s. Still, I can feel it turning a bit red… If you keep going just a little more, I think you’ll be able to leave a mark.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah.”

At Raymond’s firm reply, Yulia poked at the spot in question with her finger. No matter how much she looked, nothing seemed different… but if he said so, then it must be true.

“Alright. This time I’ll definitely make one.”

She had wanted to make it look nice, but now shape didn’t matter—she just had to make a mark. That spot, wet and tingling, was pulsing with sensation.

Yulia moved her jaw a few times, rotated her shoulders, and then lowered her head to Raymond’s collarbone once more.

Raymond also began controlling his mana, gradually withdrawing the mana concentrated in his skin. After a little while, Yulia raised her head.

“Oh, it’s there!”

She beamed, her eyes sparkling above her swollen, reddened lips. That sight was just too…

Raymond couldn’t hold back any longer and kissed Yulia’s lips. As if she had been waiting for it, her lips parted slightly and his thick tongue slid inside.

Riiiiip— With a single motion of Raymond’s hand, the cumbersome pajama pants tore apart in an instant. Freed, Raymond’s e******n throbbed and reveled in its newfound liberty.

Yulia’s nightgown was also quickly discarded, rolling across the bed.

Raymond continued kissing her as he laid Yulia down on the bed, supporting her head and nape with one hand. His other hand swept over her chest, down her belly, and quickly found its way to Yulia’s already-soaked s*x.

Above, tongues tangled, and below, Raymond’s long, well-shaped fingers rubbed Yulia’s drenched entrance.

She knew what kind of stimulation was coming, which only made her hips twitch with anticipation.

Raymond, already hard and dripping pre-c*m, ignored his own arousal, focusing his gentle touch on melting Yulia.

His fingers, thicker than his shaft, circled her entrance, soaking up her arousal. He tapped lightly as if knocking, then slid his index and middle fingers inside.

The first knuckle of his index and middle fingers slipped in, then soon the second knuckle disappeared as well. After cautiously exploring her inner walls, the two fingers withdrew, only to have index, middle, and ring finger slide in together this time.

“Mm… ha…”

As her stretched insides accommodated him, a small sigh escaped Yulia’s lips mid-kiss. Her hips lifted slightly and her legs, spread to either side, pressed down into the bed with her toes.

Her warm, slippery juices drenched Raymond’s palm. He pressed his whole palm against her entrance, which swallowed his fingers.

The hollow of Raymond’s calloused palm fit snugly against the curve of Yulia’s mound, and the mix of pleasure and comfort made Yulia’s eyelashes tremble.

The firmness of his palm, trained from gripping a sword, was different from the hardness of his e******n. A palm that had been like dry oak was now moist and alive with her warmth.

Yulia’s c******s, swollen and reddened from the pressure and excitement, twitched against his palm.

And then he massaged it in slow circles. Yulia’s head tilted back on its own.

“Mm… nngh…”

She let out a nasal, moaning sigh.

The fingers inside were being warmly welcomed by her inner walls. Each joint, as it brushed her insides, made her clench and suck at his fingers.

When he spread his fingers apart like scissors, her inner walls fluttered. As Raymond repeated the motions of searching and spreading inside her, more clear, sticky arousal spilled from her entrance.

Her fluids and his fingers met in the tight tunnel, making a wet, sloshing noise that filled the room from above and below.