The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 3.13

Was this the sight Mikhail had said he wanted to see? Leticia thought as she braced herself against the mirror wall.

Even while he kissed her wing joints without pause, he didn’t take his eyes off Leticia in the mirror. Seeing the faint laughter mixed into his eyes amid the obscene heat, Leticia exhaled a hot breath.

“Hah, nnngh… Mikha, Mikhail. I love you, ah, ah…!”

Perhaps because she had said it so often, the words I love you slipped from her mouth without her realizing. Even though she knew perfectly well that the familiar answer would come back. But instead of immediately dismissing her words as a lie, Mikhail paused very briefly, then whispered in a light tone.

“Since you’re cute, I’ll let it count this time.”

Even though his answer ultimately meant that he didn’t believe her, it made her feel elated. It was almost as if they were pretending to be lovers. A relationship where they truly cherished each other and wished for the other’s happiness. As long as she was a demon, all of that would amount to no more than an act, but even that alone was quite enjoyable.

As his hips gradually quickened, the obscene pleasure surged with them. Each time the tip scraped down her inner walls and pulled back almost to the edge of her opening before thrusting deep into the sensitive place inside again, her breathing broke off in sharp, ragged bursts.

Mikhail’s hands persistently rubbed her n*****s and c******s with his fingertips. The erogenous places all over her body were trapped by him and twitching.

Perhaps because her trembling legs still forced themselves onto tiptoe, her body tightened even more around the thick s*x that was roughly spreading her open inside. The breaths bursting beside her ear were mixed with pleasure.

That excited her even more. When she had been busy being swept away by the climaxes that came so steeply, she hadn’t had time to examine his reactions. Though they had indulged in each other countless times, Mikhail’s low, heated moans and his slightly furrowed brow felt unfamiliar, as if she were encountering them for the first time.

He too breathed raggedly, just as she did, and his eyes clouded with pleasure. Each time his pillar struck hard against her cervix, Mikhail’s face also twisted with obscene pleasure. When the tip scraped down her inner walls, he too released a breath as scorching hot as hers.

Thinking about it, it seemed she had wanted to see his face distorted obscenely since the moment she first met him. The sight of those sacred features unable to withstand pleasure, stained with sin.

“Hngh, ah! Haaah… Nnngh, aaang…!”

When visual stimulation was added to the pleasure of her body, it felt as if goosebumps were rising all over her. The o****m she had desperately wanted, yet wanted to delay, finally overtook Leticia’s body and stirred through her brain. With her vision dyed white, she could see neither Mikhail’s face nor her own figure moaning in disarray.

Strength entered her all the way to the tips of her toes, and her entire body trembled in fine shudders. It was the same inside her body. Her inner walls clenched and spasmed around Mikhail’s length as if it would snap it off. That movement added further s****l stimulation to Leticia again.

“Aaang! Ha, hahng! Hah, ah! Ahng…!”

Leticia cried out and trembled. She couldn’t come to her senses. Their s*x had definitely begun gently, yet at some point, her mind had been crushed by pleasure. It was almost strange that her brain, melting like this every time, still managed to function afterward.

As soon as the climax that had lingered for so long eased, the hand braced against the mirror slid down. If Mikhail hadn’t been holding her body, she would have collapsed to the floor just like that. Leticia gasped for breath and looked at Mikhail. His expression was remarkably gentle as he showered each of her wings with light kisses.

“Did you see, hah… everything you wanted to see?”

“Hm?”

“My wings.”

“Ah.”

Mikhail briefly assented and chuckled.

“Yes, I like them. So I’m going to keep looking.”

Even the small movement of his hips snapping playfully made her breath catch. Even though she knew this was truly light compared to the movements that would follow. Rather, because she knew, her body heated up.

Leticia moved her hips little by little with a body that had almost no strength left. She wanted to surrender herself again to the pleasure that would stir her brain into a mess. Even if it was only pretend, she wanted to cry all night from s*x mixed with affection.

As if he knew everything she wanted without her needing to say it herself, Mikhail began moving his lower body again. He certainly had enough ability to grant her endless pleasure.