The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 2.2

Her lovely voice drew him in. Inside the shirt he had stripped off and thrown aside, Damian’s densely woven muscles were revealed. Beneath his pectorals, rising and falling with his rough breathing, his neatly defined abs were e****c. While Serabella’s gaze was stolen by his body, he climbed over her without hesitation. His eyes clouded with anticipation for the pleasure to come.

“As you command, Bella.”

Damian immediately lowered himself and kissed her. The time they spent tangling their tongues was short. As if he couldn’t be satisfied with Serabella’s lips alone, Damian moved his lips lower. Serabella moaned softly at his kisses as they passed over her chin, sucked at the nape of her neck, and descended. Everywhere his lips touched and moved past felt hot and ticklish. It felt as if his hot breath seeped beneath her skin, then warmed her whole body.

“Mmh, Damian…”

While Damian kissed her body, Serabella held his fingers and licked them. Each time his hard nails struck the roof of her mouth, a strange thrill stirred through Serabella’s mind. While she swallowed her moans and pleasure together, Damian caught the tie of her nightgown between his teeth and pulled. The loosely fastened knot came undone easily.

The thin hem of her nightgown slowly slipping away brushed against Serabella’s n*****s. Her n*****s, the same delicate pink as her hair, were already stiff with arousal. Damian bit into her b****t without hesitation. His hot, wet tongue circled over her n****e and areola as he licked.

“Ah, ha…”

Serabella squirmed her legs. She could already feel herself getting wet below. The desire to have him thrust into her at once and the desire to savor this precarious, agonizing process to the fullest clashed fiercely. There wasn’t a single part of her body that wanted to be apart from him.

Instead of kissing him, Serabella sucked hard on Damian’s fingers as if they were his manhood. His hard nails and knuckled fingers pressed down on her tongue and rummaged through her mouth. The movement felt as though it were sweeping over her lower hole, and Serabella trembled as she let out an aching sound.

When his teeth worried at her n****e, she also set her teeth against his fingers and bit them lightly. Around the time Serabella wanted him to torment her more, more, Damian drew his lips lower as if he had peered into her heart. Each time he licked Serabella’s side and sucked hard above her pelvis, she twisted her body.

The space between her legs burned hot, and the emptiness inside was unbearable.

“Haa… Damian. Nngh…!”

Damian caught the underwear resting on her pelvis in his mouth and tugged it down. The underwear, wet and clinging to her s*x, peeled away, and her secret place met the cool air. The cool yet shivering sense of release lasted only a moment. Damian’s hot breath settled into the wet, glistening cleft of her flesh.

“Bella, like it more. More, please… love me more.”

At Damian’s pleading voice, Serabella’s mind melted. The man who was always neat and dignified had buried his head between her legs and was begging for love.

“Ahh, mmh… yes, I like it…!”

With her legs lifted, Serabella covered her face with both hands and moaned. Her flushed cheeks were so hot they felt like they might burst, but they didn’t seem as if they would burn as much as the place below where his breath touched her.

Serabella’s entrance twitched open and shut in anticipation of the stimulation that would soon follow. Damian pressed his thick tongue firmly against her s*x and licked her up in one long stroke. Her c******s was pressed and rubbed by the tip of his tongue, and Serabella’s body curled up tight.

The pleasure bursting from that bit of flesh smaller than a fingernail wrapped around her whole body.

“Hieek…! Hngh!”

Damian greedily sucked at her below. Along with obscene wet sounds, an electrifying, ticklish sensation spread over her skin, passed through her heart, then gathered below again. There wasn’t a single part of her body that wasn’t tense.

“Ah…! Damian, hah, ha…”

His name, spilling from Serabella’s mouth, was stained with moans, and it felt as if his name itself had been an obscene word from the very beginning. Damian pushed his fingers into her wet entrance.