Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 48
Hansel’s sobs gradually quieted, replaced by soft, whimpering sounds.
“Mm… Ah… Mm…”
Dante, who had become skilled at distinguishing between the nuances of her voice, recognized that traces of pleasure were now blending with her cries. Her face, which had been tight with pain, began to soften, and the tension in her fingers, which had been gripping his forearms, slackened. Her eyes grew unfocused, clouded with a dazed tranquility.
Even the tightness in her body, which had been clutching him like a vice, began to ease—just a little. Though still snugly enveloped around him, it was enough to allow Dante to exhale a deep sigh of relief.
Honestly, he thought, thrusting wildly into this soft, warm heaven would feel indescribably better than the grinding and friction he’d experienced before. The temptation was overwhelming.
But, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to move.
Was it because she’d been in pain? When she had first offered herself to him, back when she’d barely known him, he’d been frustrated and annoyed when she hesitated. But now, in just a few days, everything felt… different.
Dante tightened his grip around her waist and looked down at where their bodies met. Their joined flesh glistened, coated with a mixture of both their fluids from the moment of penetration.
Maybe it was best to stop here for now. He could pull out, bathe her in warm water, put her to bed, and make sure she ate—
“Don’t pull out.”
Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. Dante’s gaze flicked up to her face, startled. He hadn’t even tried to move yet—how had she known?
Hansel’s eyes, though still hazy, regained a faint clarity. Her trembling hands gripped his.
“Stay like this. Please.”
“No. You’ll get hurt.”
“I don’t hurt anymore. I… I like it with you inside me. I want to feel good. Please, don’t stop.”
Without meaning to, his length twitched inside her, swelling slightly. Hansel whimpered, her body shivering at the sensation. She collapsed forward, melting against his broad chest, her strength completely spent. Her forehead pressed against his shoulder as she rubbed against him, her movements small and instinctive.
She was barely aware of her actions. Her mind was a muddled haze, melted like sugar in hot water. Somewhere deep inside, she felt a faint ache and an unfulfilled need, nestled just out of reach. She longed for him to move, to reach that place and soothe the yearning she couldn’t satisfy on her own.
Dante swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing visibly. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, his lips brushing her ear.
“I’ll go slow.”
“Mm… Okay…”
Carefully, he lifted her. The shift in position sent a dull vibration through Hansel’s lower body, causing her to gasp softly. Before she could fully process the sensation, Dante had repositioned her.
He laid her back on the bed, keeping their bodies joined. He spread her legs wide, draping them over his hips. The deeper penetration made her tremble and sigh with every tiny movement.
Dante leaned over her, their bodies pressed close.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“Mm… Ah—!”
His lips descended on hers, capturing them in a kiss so sweet it left her head spinning. He kissed her gently at first, brushing their lips together like a bird’s delicate courtship, before licking her lips and nibbling lightly.
When Hansel parted her lips for him, his tongue slipped inside, exploring her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. He sucked on her tongue before teasing it with his teeth, savoring the texture and warmth of her inner mouth.
The kiss was tender and thorough, as though he wanted to memorize every detail. Hansel’s head swam, her body melting under his touch. His hands massaged her b*****s, teasing her sensitive n*****s, while his lips continued their gentle assault.
Then he moved his hips.
He pulled back slowly, her walls clinging to him with every inch. The sensation left Hansel breathless, her muffled cry spilling into his mouth. Before her voice could fully escape, he thrust forward again, filling her completely.
“Mm—Ahh! Ahh, hnng…!”
He continued kissing her, caressing her skin with reverence as he moved. Each withdrawal left her empty, every return sent a jolt of sensation through her core. Her inner walls felt every ridge, every vein of his length as he pushed deep inside, pressing against her most sensitive spots.
The rhythm of his movements was deliberate yet overwhelming, leaving no part of her untouched. With each thrust, Hansel’s vision flickered, her body trembling under the onslaught of sensation.
