The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 3.12

“You’re gentle… today.”

Leticia soon regretted the words she had blurted out without realizing. She could have simply enjoyed this mood without complaint, but out of habit, she had tried to provoke him again. They could have rough s*x anytime, but there was no telling when a chance like this would come again.

Fortunately, instead of reacting to her words right away, Mikhail spoke in a gentle voice.

“If you like it rough better, I can do it the way you want.”

At least his voice was truly sweet. If she had heard those words while knowing nothing about Mikhail, she would have burst out laughing. She would have asked if he even knew what rough meant. Instead of provoking him for no reason, Leticia decided to give an honest answer.

“Forget it. Sometimes, a day like this, nnngh… should happen too.”

If she could feel this comfortable, soft mood every time, she thought it would be nice to have s*x in this way not just sometimes, but often. His careful touch, as if he were stroking something very precious and fragile, was unfamiliar, but she liked it.

Feeling Mikhail’s hand gently kneading her b****t, Leticia let out a languid moan. She didn’t dislike the pleasure that built as slowly as his unhurried hand movements. Clenching around his fingers and slowly rolling her hips, Leticia exhaled a hot breath and turned her head toward Mikhail. Because she wanted to see directly, with her own eyes, the tender expression she had seen through the mirror.

“Hah… Mikhail, Mikhail Becker.”

His eyes, seen from a distance where their noses nearly touched, were so blue that they felt like the sky on a cloudless day. Even his face looked as if it would suit an angel. Perhaps Mikhail really was a being from the Heavenly Realm, Leticia thought dazedly. If so, she wouldn’t be able to drag his soul to Hell.

Strangely, that fact didn’t feel disappointing. If anything, it almost seemed fortunate. The thought she had been continuing in a hazy state soon broke off.

“Leticia.”

Their touching noses slipped past each other, and their lips drew close. Thinking about it, even though she had sucked various parts of his body and been sucked in turn, she had never kissed Mikhail.

The order was a mess, and Leticia laughed inwardly. The tongue that joined with hers later than their bodies had a faint sweetness. Her wings, trapped and pressed between their bodies, should have felt stifling, but instead, the feeling of being held tightly was pleasant too.

His soft tongue swept over her teeth and gently stirred the mucous membrane inside her mouth. A faint moan flowed between their mingled breaths. The sound of their lips meeting and parting felt louder than the wet noises coming from his fingers inside her, and even when the rising pleasure shook her mind, his body heat was clear.

“Hngh… so good, Mikhail.”

Mikhail smiled as he swallowed down every sound that flowed from her mouth. She had always thought it was an irritating, hateful smile, but at that moment, even that felt warm. It wasn’t too hot, not lukewarm either, but the exact temperature of pleasant afternoon sunlight.

“Mmm, this kind of thing definitely isn’t bad either.”

Mikhail murmured that and pulled his thoroughly wet fingers out of Leticia’s body. Each sensation of his fingertips withdrawing as they grazed over the folds of her inner walls was chillingly vivid. Even more so was Mikhail’s manhood pressing firmly against her entrance.

“Nnngh, hurry…”

Leticia urged Mikhail in a tone closer to whining than provocation. She wanted to swallow him deep inside her body. But gently. Fortunately, Mikhail seemed to understand her request properly.

His thick manhood, enough to make her entire lower abdomen ache, slowly pushed into her. Perhaps because of the slow movement, Leticia felt as though she could picture even the veins bulging along his s*x in her mind.

Holding down her wings as they fluttered on their own, he slowly moved his hips. Though his movements were not hurried, the strength drained from her legs, and her body tilted forward. Without realizing it, Leticia reached out and braced her hand against the mirror, then looked beyond it. Her own figure was there, breathing raggedly with a dazed expression.

Each time he rubbed inside her and drew slow circles in the deepest part, Leticia could see her own expression twisting in bliss. Though it was her own reflection, the red hair curling down over her flushed cheeks and the tips of her wings twitching felt so foreign they were almost unfamiliar.