The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 2.14

“Damian, Damian. Those are lies. It’s just your imagination. Like you had a dream, so…”

“I know. That isn’t reality. My reality is only you, Bella.”

Serabella’s eyes were trembling violently. Even as she nodded urgently and fervently, her expression was full of fear. After all, with her family all dead and fallen, if even Damian turned away from her, Serabella would be completely alone.

He would never leave her, but Serabella didn’t know that.

Poor, pitiful Serabella held tightly to Damian, then hastily pulled away. It was to cast her dark magic on him again, though it had no effect on him. She must have thought the spell’s effect had faded while they were apart for several days.

When the kiss filled with the thick scent of roses and the strange murmuring ended, Damian smiled softly and swore.

“Bella, my love. I obey you, my sun, my moonlight, my world.”

That was an oath Damian had sworn of his own will from the very beginning. Though she didn’t know that. Though she would never know that the obedience wasn’t one-sided either.

Damian took Serabella’s hand and pressed his lips to the back of that slender hand. She was a banquet cooked perfectly for Damian alone. No one else could taste her.

Damian finally felt fulfilled. There wasn’t a single person left who would covet Serabella. She had only Damian now.

“I love you, Bella.”

“I love you too.”

Enjoying her precarious voice, Damian raised one knee and knelt before her. This place wasn’t a luxurious banquet hall or a riverside bench, only a basement, but the sight of the two of them looked like lovers exchanging a proposal. Damian carefully lifted Serabella’s bare foot as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“I alone will stay by your side forever. Bella, I will never betray you.”

As if the members of the slaughtered Tocelli family had betrayed her, Damian whispered that and kissed the top of Serabella’s foot.

Her body always smelled of roses. It was an intense fragrance, like a flower just before it withered. It was always like that. She was a small bird trembling before death, a fruit at its sweetest just before spoiling, and a flower freezing in the winter wind. Damian himself had made Serabella that way.

Her slender ankle and pale shin tasted soft and sweet. Feeling his manhood already swelling in anticipation of the pleasure to come, Damian gave a faint laugh. There was no need to be impatient at all, yet his c**k always urged him toward the act that would follow.

Perhaps the cause was the pitiful moans Serabella let out. They were sounds that made him want to thrust his c**k into that small, adorable mouth and move his hips right away.

Damian pressed down the desire surging inside him and gripped her thighs, spreading them apart. The sight of her sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide was so obscene that his lower body tingled.

Damian bit his lip lightly and endured the faint, aching throb. The thigh pressed beneath his fingertips was soft and tender. He knew the softer place hidden between those legs. From the plumply closed labia between her pale pubic hair to the secret place hidden in layers inside.

Extending his tongue, Damian parted the cleft of her flesh, found the small nub and licked it. Serabella’s form as she twisted her waist and moaned, as if following a set sequence, was obscene.

“Mmhn, Damian…”

As he licked up her tart fluid, Damian worried at her c******s. Damian now knew well enough what he had to do to make her happy. Lick all the way up her s*x with his tongue, suck hard on her c******s, and toy with her n*****s or stroke her waist with his hands.

There wasn’t a single part of it that wasn’t enjoyable, but what excited Damian most was still the inside of her body.

Serabella’s narrow inner walls gripped his fingers tightly. Before her body had experienced even one o****m, she couldn’t possibly take his c**k. But wasn’t that part of her lovely too?

Rubbing the folds of her walls that he felt at his fingertips, Damian kissed her lower lips without pause, spread open like a flower in full bloom.

Beyond the place that stretched narrowly before curving forward was the spot where Serabella felt it best. It was slightly plump and bumpy with small ridges, a place his fingers could barely reach, but his c**k could easily rub and thrust into.

Damian liked to graze that place delicately with his fingertips and make her moans leap high. Like when Serabella deliberately played the violin’s bow wrong, he deliberately touched her body sharply.