Chapter 107
A milky, sticky drop landed on the glass surface of the desk with a soft plop.
“All done?”
It was agonizing for Lilien to ask him to put it in again, so her pride wouldn’t let her voice what she really wanted.
“…Yes. Let’s stop. I’m tired.”
With that, his mischievous fingers withdrew from the damp heat between her legs.
“Alright.”
Cairn gently cleaned her with a handkerchief, then helped smooth her skirt back down. Only then did he take care of himself, wiping his own body and tidying up his clothes, unhurried as ever.
“Well, finish up whatever secret thing you were working on.”
His words clearly carried another meaning.
Lilien, sullen in both body and mood, just dangled her legs over the side of the desk and didn’t answer.
“Just remember to take your duties as my wife as seriously as you guard your drawer.”
Yet he wasn’t really upset, and after leaving a soft kiss on her forehead, he stepped out of her room.
Lilien, her head bowed, only let out a deep sigh after the door closed behind him.
Just as he’d said, she really was in trouble.
The moment his lips brushed her forehead, she felt a fresh rush of arousal pulse out from deep inside.
At least the heavy velvet curtains blocked out the world, and the room was dim.
“…Maybe I really am a pervert…”
Lilien shyly lifted her skirt, touching herself where Cairn’s fingers had worked their magic just moments before. She tried to find that sensitive spot, moving her fingers as he had, but it wasn’t the same. No matter how she pressed, she couldn’t get the same thrill.
When Cairn had touched her, she’d felt like she was going to melt, wetness dripping freely…
She let out a frustrated sigh.
Then, a voice she thought had already left startled her.
“Lili, what are you doing right now?”
She gasped, sucking in a sharp breath.
“You told me to stop.”
Seeing Lilien lowering her head, Cairn hadn’t actually left; he’d just opened and shut the door for show, standing quietly to watch her.
His footsteps crossed the floor toward her, slowly.
It was the first time Lilien realized shame could actually kill a person. She wasn’t some teenage girl—how had she just been caught by her own husband, trying to take care of herself?
“Th-this isn’t… I just… I didn’t want to tire you out…”
She wanted the ground to swallow her up. Before she knew it, Cairn was kneeling between her thighs again.
“Mrs. Headington is always so considerate.”
He tugged down his pants in a hurry, rubbing the head of his length against her entrance.
“Mmm…”
The thick, warm tip pressed insistently at her opening, but he wouldn’t go in just yet.
“Still want me to stop?”
His length rubbed against her slick folds, teasing her, making her writhe with anticipation.
Unable to take it anymore, Lilien reached out, grabbing him in her hand.
“What are you doing, Lili?”
She hesitated for a second.
She’d acted on instinct, but now what?
Well, there was no point pretending anymore; she might as well get what she wanted. Ignoring his low laugh, she guided him in, slowly.
With a single thrust, he was buried deep inside her.
“Ah—!”
Her breath stuttered out, her legs trembling at the sudden fullness.
This is so strange.
A heavy, overwhelming pleasure spread through her body as Cairn moved, her inner walls clutching at him, releasing only to cling to him again and again.
Each time he pushed in, then pulled out, there was a slick, embarrassing sound between them.
Somewhere in the chaos, he bit down on her neck.
“Ah—”
It stung a little, and Lilien found herself clinging to him for support.
As she leaned into him, Cairn’s movements grew unpredictable—deep, fast, sometimes almost withdrawing, then plunging in again, keeping her off-balance.
“Cai—Ca—ah, Cairn!”
“Feels good, Lili?”
She could only shake her head frantically, unable to form words.
The desk legs shook beneath them, rattling with every thrust.
“Does it feel good, Lili?”
She was so overwhelmed, she couldn’t even admit it out loud. The intensity scared her, and she didn’t want Cairn to see how much she needed him.
Discussion
0 CommentsNo comments yet.