The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 2.4

Unlike his desperate-sounding voice, he drove his hips into her as if he meant to shove even his t*******s inside Serabella’s body. The dull pain and electrifying pleasure mixed together, and it felt as if they shot straight up into her brain. With her large b*****s crushed against Damian’s firm pectorals, Serabella’s body shook helplessly.

“Bella, Bella… ha, my, Bel…”

Through Serabella’s clouded mind, she heard Damian calling her name in fragments. Damian, that Damian Terca, was panting and thrusting his hips over her body—as if he wanted nothing but her, while calling Serabella’s name as though begging for it.

She wanted to answer the voice she could barely hear, but there was no time. As he roughly pounded into her below, she could only let out shrill moans. High-pitched cries, panting breaths, even the wet slapping sound of flesh colliding, there wasn’t a single sound here that wasn’t obscene.

Tears welled in Serabella’s eyes as she barely clung to Damian’s shoulders, then spilled down.

“Hngh, ha…! Ah! Hngh, … ah! Aaang!”

Serabella screamed out a moan. What sounds she was making, what he was whispering, she could hear none of it. The only thing she could feel was his manhood roughly pounding into the inside of her, spread open stiffly and overwhelmingly.

His c**k, wedged inside while pressing tightly against her wrinkled inner walls, struck Serabella’s cervix, slid, and then recklessly jabbed behind it. The ominously bulging veins rubbed and stimulated her inner walls, and his glans scraped against her inner walls as it scooped up her juices. Her brain was crushed into a mess by the horrifying pleasure.

The pleasure that had sharply tormented her whole body now gathered in her tightly spread s*x, making it feel as if the rest of her body didn’t even exist. She wanted to be pinned beneath him like this forever, taken by him as she moaned. In her ecstasy, her breath stopped and burst out again over and over.

“Aang! Ahh, ah! Aaang…! Hah, aang!”

Along with cries that broke off like breaths, she arched her body and trembled. With her mind gone far away, Serabella didn’t even realize her nails were digging into his shoulders. Because of Damian, who didn’t stop thrusting even then, the sparks bursting chaotically in her head only settled down after a long while. But he didn’t give Serabella even a brief moment to enjoy the stillness and lingering afterglow.

“Haaah… hngh, ah…!”

Her exhausted and oversensitive body shook only as Damian wanted and accepted the pleasure. Only after Serabella had gone through two more orgasms did Damian hold her tightly in his arms and come. From Serabella’s entrance, tightly plugged by his manhood, their fluids mixed together and leaked out cloudily.

Only then could Serabella enjoy the breathless afterglow in Damian’s embrace. The warmth she felt from their pressed skin, the pleasure that had crushed her brain, there wasn’t a single thing that didn’t make her happy.

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The place where she first encountered Damian was a royal banquet. That day was also the day Serabella made her debut in high society.

Amid the luxurious scene she was tasting for the first time, Serabella discovered a man more beautiful than any melody or decoration in the banquet hall. The chandelier’s light cast a shadow over the bridge of his straight nose, and beneath his stubbornly raised brow bones, blue eyes glittered with intelligence. Below his broad shoulders, his firm and well-balanced body was straight and elegant.

The moment his gaze turned toward her, Serabella felt a throbbing pain, as if he had taken her heart directly in his hand. But Serabella couldn’t even approach him. It was because her father blocked her way.

—Don’t even think of exchanging a word with those filthy, ferocious Tercas.

In the end, she learned his name through someone else. Damian Terca. Somehow, even his name was beautiful.

After that, Serabella dreamed of Damian every night.

In her dreams, Damian would offer Serabella flowers and dance with her. He whispered love, kissed her, and promised that his heart belonged only to her. Every time she woke from her dreams, Serabella cursed the morning.

He had taken all of Serabella, yet she couldn’t have even a single glance from Damian. It felt unfair. Serabella resented him and praised him at the same time. Damian was so perfect to her that he was instead something she couldn’t obtain.