The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 2.6

She moved the hand that had been caressing Damian’s cheek to his back and stroked him. Between the densely woven muscles, she felt the scratch marks she had raked long across him.

The closer Serabella’s touch came to his waist as it swept down his spine, the more the manhood occupying her secret place swelled in size again. Feeling him fill her so stiffly inside, Serabella moaned languidly.

Damian lifted Serabella’s body in one motion and set her down on his thighs. As her weight settled, his manhood, which had already been locked tightly inside her, dug even deeper into Serabella’s body. Soon, he thrust his hips upward and drove himself all the way to the root inside Serabella’s lower hole.

“Ahh, aang! Ah…! Dami, Damian…! Ah!”

Damian’s request for her to take his c**k in and cry until she fainted would be fulfilled. Everything he had begged of her would come true. Because Serabella herself wanted it too. Serabella let out a high, tearing cry like a scream and immersed herself in the act that had begun again.

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In her dream, Serabella heard Damian’s voice calling her. His gentle yet low, resonant voice held not a single note of discord.

“Serabella.”

Serabella, not Bella.

Dressed in his formal uniform, Damian extended his hand to her in the ballroom. With a smile that was tender, yet somehow tinged with sensuality. Naturally, Serabella accepted his invitation. His embrace, where they touched to dance, was as warm as bare skin touching.

As Serabella gazed at his cool and composed face, she suddenly recalled the sight of Damian’s face twisting with pleasure. By the time Damian’s expression gradually twisted just as she had imagined, and an alluring, murky sensuality rippled in his eyes, he whispered low into Serabella’s ear.

“Serabella. Bella. My Bell—”

At that moment, Serabella’s eyes flew open. The first thing she saw was Damian’s bright blue eyes. The faint lamplight couldn’t pass beyond his long eyelashes and made small shadows in his eyes.

“Bella? You’re awake?”

Serabella stared at Damian, who smiled at her erotically, then belatedly came to her senses.

“What time is it?”

Serabella said as she sat up. In the basement, where no sunlight entered, it wasn’t easy to tell the time. Relying on the faint light from the oil lamp, she looked for the clock. It was already morning.

“Don’t go, Bella.”

Serabella hesitated for a moment at Damian’s hand tugging at her wrist. She, too, wanted to feel the warmth in Damian’s arms and enjoy the lingering afterglow of the morning. But she couldn’t leave her bedroom empty for too long either.

If Serabella’s father were to discover that her bedroom was empty, even she found it difficult to guess what would happen afterward.

After hurriedly putting on her clothes, Serabella rummaged through the small pouch beside the lamp. No matter how little time she had, there was something she absolutely had to do before leaving the basement.

She dipped a quill into rosewater brewed from black roses, then took it out and began drawing a magic circle on a thin scrap of paper. Because the diagram was so familiar to her hand, it didn’t take long to complete. After drawing the final stroke on the paper, Serabella put the paper straight into her mouth.

While the paper melted on her tongue, Damian embraced her from behind and murmured.

“Don’t go, Bella.”

Damian whispered the same words as before. He should have known well enough that she had to return to her room in the morning, but today, Damian was holding on to Serabella unusually tightly, perhaps it was because she was acting too urgent.

But she truly was in a hurry. Because last night’s lovemaking had gone on far longer than usual, she had slept far too long as well.

Instead of answering, Serabella turned straight toward Damian and kissed his lips. As if he had been waiting, Damian sucked hard on Serabella’s tongue, where the magic circle had dissolved.

Through the kiss, sweet enough that she didn’t want to pull away at all, she pushed a spell made from a forgotten language into his mouth. A strange, hissing sound, like a snake’s whisper, slipped from her mouth. After a long while, Serabella lightly pushed his body away. It was time to hear his answer.

But Damian only looked at her blankly and said nothing at all.