The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 2.17

“Ahh…!”

No matter how many times they had joined their bodies, the first penetration always held a new tension. How could a body this hot and soft squeeze his manhood so hard it hurt? How did this small, delicate body not break in his arms?

Damian found every aspect of her mysterious. If he were not from a bloodline that dark magic didn’t work on, he would have believed all of her lovely and mysterious qualities were because Serabella was a witch.

Savoring each of her lovely qualities one by one, Damian thrust his hips up. It was a shame he couldn’t see her flushed cheeks or her teary eyes, but he liked being able to see her smooth back and slender waist at a glance.

Damian grabbed Serabella’s immaculately fair b******s and drove himself deep inside her, all the way to the hilt.

“Hngh, ah…!”

“Bella, my love. Haa… you may not have known, but even from behind, you’re… truly obscene. There isn’t a single part of you that isn’t e****c.”

“Mmh… hngh, but… Damian, ahh…! But you still, love me, don’t you?”

“Of course. I love you even so, and…”

Damian lowered his head and kissed her waist.

“I love you even more because of it.”

It wasn’t a long kiss. Because he had to thrust into her below enough to satisfy her. Damian left dark marks like flower petals on Serabella’s back and waist, then smiled with satisfaction.

There was no longer any reason not to leave his marks on her body. Who would scold her? They were all dead.

“Ha! Hiek, mmh…! Damian, ah! Ahh!”

Whether she spread her legs in the arms of her enemy or rutted against him like a b***h in heat, there was no one left now who could rebuke her. Serabella now had only one person left who would praise her.

“You’re beautiful, Bella. Every part of you, moaning, crying, and clinging, is beautiful. I like it when you smile at me happily too, but as expected, you’re cutest when you’re being f****d by my c**k… and crying out like this.”

“Hah, yes…! I like it, mmh…! Love, me. Damian…! Hah, love me… more…!”

Serabella, clinging to him and begging for love, was naturally captivating too. In Damian’s eyes, there could be no version of her that wasn’t beautiful. Because Serabella would be lovely no matter what she did. As long as she didn’t turn away from him.

And Damian had finally made it so she would never be able to abandon him. Of course, not only her mind, but her body as well would be never be able to let him go.

Damian held Serabella’s waist and began moving his hips in earnest. Perhaps because she was lying face down, Damian could clearly see her tightly spread hole and the pillar thrusting into it. He could also see her entrance mouthing around him and taking him in each time his manhood plunged deep inside her body.

How could every part of her be this beautiful? Damian smacked his lips and drove his glans hard against Serabella’s cervix. The sharp pleasure made it feel as if his brain were burning.

“Aang! Ah…! Hah, mmh…! I like it, ah! Damian, it’s too… hngh…!”

“Haa… Bella, Bella. My love.”

Each time he thrust his c**k deep into her soft, hot inner flesh, both Serabella’s moans and Damian’s voice broke off together. The sound of flesh slapping together and pulling apart, the obscene wet squelching. All kinds of sounds mixed together like an ensemble made up entirely of mismatched instruments.

Amid that muddled, distorted music, the two of them craved each other’s love without pause. I love you, love me, I love you, and again, love me. Even though they now knew they belonged to each other, they still did so. The words themselves were thrilling, but in truth, a very faint anxiety still remained.

Serabella’s anxiety had been planted directly by Damian. Then where did his anxiety come from? With his brain being crushed by pleasure, Damian barely managed to keep his thoughts going.

Perhaps she could live on without issue even if she became alone. She would be sad for a while and lonely for quite some time, but perhaps she might eventually get back on her feet.

That would be a problem.