Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 143
When she couldn’t see Izar’s face, a sense of fear settled in beyond mere unfamiliarity.
‘This position, being held from behind like this.’
It was their first time, and the heat stirring inside was stimulating, but… she felt an odd fear as if her heart was freezing.
As if he might suddenly turn frightening. As if he would say everything was her fault.
“Please, no…”
Gripped by an unknown fear, Freesia hurriedly reached back.
Grasping Izar’s hand that held her, she begged in a wet voice.
“Not like this, please.”
Izar paused, his breath heavy, looking down at her back. He suddenly realized how slender her waist was, barely able to accommodate him.
Her neck, visible through her sleek hair, looked deliciously red.
He wanted to thrust into her over and over again, but…
<Please don’t act so scary.>
<Be a little kinder.>
‘Right. It hasn’t been long since she said that.’
He didn’t quite understand what ‘kindness’ meant, but he knew he should avoid being frightening.
Still joined tightly, he slowly pulled her slim thighs towards him.
“Ah, ah.”
Freesia tilted her head back, letting out a broken moan.
Now lying on the floor, the wetness inside her unfamiliar place was invaded again.
As her body, previously tightened by fear, began to relax, Izar plunged deeper inside her.
She hadn’t imagined accepting him this deeply, especially in the sunlight that made the leaves look translucent green.
“Ungh…!”
“Were you scared?”
“Haa, yes…”
But it was his low voice, more than the rising sensation from their union, that made her mind go hazy.
“I won’t do it like before, so don’t cry.”
“Mmh, okay.”
It was unbelievable that her husband could speak so tenderly, whispering in her ear.
‘Is this moment a dream?’
Yet, even as she struggled to wrap her arms around his neck, the muscles and heat under his shirt felt real.
The man waiting for her reaction was real. She had always told herself to set the lowest expectations…
Suddenly, her heart pounded as if it would burst.
“I, I’m okay now…”
Her whole body heated up as if she had a severe fever. No matter how wet she was, the thickness of his intrusion made it hard to breathe, yet her legs wrapped around his waist.
“More, please, more now.”
“You…”
“All the way, more…”
Izar looked down at the panting woman. She had been trembling in fear just moments ago, but now she was tightening around him, urging him to go deeper. Her dazed expression was intensely e****c.
It was as if his eyes were cooked in hot steam, dizzying.
Holding her head and waist, he thrust in deeply, causing thin cries to escape from her.
“Ah…!”
“Haa.”
The words were lost in a mash of cries, accompanied by the thick friction sounds.
Every time he pushed into the tight entrance, fluids soaked their clothes and the floor. It was impossible to understand how such a sensual scent could arise from burning skin.
“Freesia.”
“Hngh, uh, mmh!”
“Freesia, look at me.”
Grinding his teeth against the pleasure melting his core, Izar lifted her chin. She had her eyes tightly shut, enduring the intense stimulation.
But at this moment, he was desperate to see those closed eyes.
“Haa, come on.”
“Ah!”
He scratched at her insides with a wet sound, refusing to stop until she opened her eyes.
“Your Grace, ah, ah…”
Her head tilted, and her eyes fluttered open, revealing a thin film of tears. Seeing her light green eyes return to their radiant glow, Izar held his breath.
That beautiful light he had craved like a starving beast was back.
“Haa, Lord Izar.”
She whispered his name in an endlessly sweet voice. He thought his rationality had reached its limit, but hearing her call him like that made it unbearable.
His whole body burned, making him want to flee, yet he also felt like melting inside her. Since neither was possible, Izar bit her cheek and urged her.
“Tell me what you want, quickly.”
“Mmh, ah…!”
“Hm? Come on. Anything.”
He had never imagined saying such things to a woman. Especially not one he had despised so much.
But now, he fully understood why a man would lavishly spend to win a woman’s favor.
If he could make her look at him with those eyes forever, he would give her anything.
But the shepherdess gave him a disastrous answer.
“You, I want you, ah!”
She could have said something less provoking.
Clawing at his shoulders, she matched his rhythm with effort. Looking up at him with eyes glazed from pleasure, her slightly swollen lips moved.
“It feels so, so good…”
Her voice, thicker and more broken than on the first night, and her subdued moans.
Everything about her kept driving him insane.
After that, no proper words were exchanged. Both were writhing in intense pleasure, and the sounds of the world around them dulled to a muffled hum in their ears.
As though they were sinking, again, into the lake they had once drowned in together.
