Abandoned Maid of the Grand Duke - Chapter 22
Anyway, it’s always his roughness that disrupts my train of thought so rudely. In the conversation of bodies, there’s never a hint of gentleness with him.
Thinking I was adequately wet, he suddenly stopped circling my clxxoris and thrust himself inside me.
The thick glans forced my tight entrance open, scraping along the sensitive spots that were already tingling. Overwhelmed by the surging pleasure, I slapped his shoulder, but it was too late.
“Ah, ah!”
“Don’t push me away, Julie.”
Whenever you push me away, I get angry. So don’t push me away.
As he habitually murmured these incomprehensible words during our intimate moments, he started thrusting his hips. His s***t rapidly filled the moist, clinging space, satisfying his urgent desire.
My inner walls clung to his length, dragging along as my body arched involuntarily. He groaned, lifting my legs together and hooking them over one shoulder. From that point, we lost ourselves in each other’s bodies.
The slick, tightly sealed inner walls rubbed against his s***t. I threw my head back, biting my lip and shaking my head as his thrusts hit me deeply.
But there are people outside. I can’t make any noise.
As if to suppress my struggles, he pulled off the loosened towel and cupped my brxxsts. He squeezed them together, then pinched my n*****s with his fingers before lowering his head to suckle like a babe.
It felt like he was trying to drink milk from them. The sensation of his tongue lapping and sucking made me emit a tearful, breathy sound.
“Moan, it’s okay here.”
Tears welled up, perhaps from the overwhelming pleasure enveloping my body or maybe from his words.
During our encounters, I always had to stifle my moans. There was nowhere in the mansion where I could be in his arms without secrecy. We always had to be discreet, half-dressed, whenever we were together.
The study, the bedroom, the office. Whenever I ran into the butler, the aides, or the head maid, I had to lower my head like a criminal.
Does he know how my heart raced with anxiety, forcing me to suppress my moans every time? His words, saying it was okay here, felt like permission to finally let go of my guilt, at least in this place. And so, without realizing it, I let out an excited sound.
“Ah, ah! Ah, stop!”
His hands roughly rubbed my soaked pubic hair as he thrust into me. As he released my n****e from his mouth with a regretful sigh, he slowly turned my body around.
As his hands slowly caressed my back, a habitual gesture when he entered from behind, I suddenly remembered something and hastily reached out and shook my head.
“Not too deep…!”
His questioning look made me falter.
‘Right, why?’
Because I’m in the early stages of pregnancy, and vigorous intercourse isn’t safe.
‘But then again.’
Is it really okay for me to have this child now? If something goes wrong, wouldn’t that be better? Then I could live a little longer. In a way, it’s like delaying my death flag.
“Julie…?”
But harming this child for such a reason…
‘It’s horrifying.’
Dying is scary, but continuing to live after something like that is even more dreadful. It’s probably the same instinct that made me protect my belly when the thug tried to assault me.
I don’t know what maternal love is. I haven’t had a child before. But if this child in my womb kept me going in that moment…
If the seed of affection I held protected me in that hell…
‘Then I should protect this child too.’
So maybe that’s why, instead of pushing him away, I slowly embraced him and murmured.
“I don’t want to get hurt.”
Going too deep would hurt, and probably the child in my womb too.
‘So please.’
Whispering my plea for gentleness, he looked at me with an unexpected expression. Then he smiled and kissed the back of my neck, murmuring.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you whine before.”
Is this considered whining? Then is whining okay?
When I cried and pushed him away, he would forcefully overpower me. But now, as I shook my head and cautiously requested, he relaxed and gently moved inside me.
“Ha, it feels like you’re nibbling at me.”
“I don’t like hearing that.”
“There’s lots of things that you don’t like. Lots of things you say no to.”
Kissing my back, neck, and shoulders, he began to move his hips again. He had pushed in deeply, but soon withdrew almost completely, leaving just the tip inside.
He continued to move slowly in and out, but then he started thrusting rapidly as if to intentionally rub against my most sensitive spots. Unable to endure it any longer, I collapsed forward.
My cheek pressed against the bed sheets as my body shook uncontrollably. As his hands roamed over my brxxsts and his fingers kneaded them, my lower belly tightened. My head spun, and my breathing grew labored. It felt like something was building up inside me, ready to burst at any moment.
