I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 132
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Golden hair cascaded down like sunlight filtering through the leaves.
Trapped in his arms, their gazes locked for what felt like an eternity.
“First night.”
The first night had already passed. Since then, they had been pressed against each other relentlessly.
Their bodies and minds, boiling with rage, explored and clung to one another.
It felt almost reckless, their reason paralyzed, focusing solely on the sensations. When it was over, waves of regret and self-reproach would follow.
Emilia hated him. She resented how he prevented her from being her true self.
She wanted to break that arrogance that looked down on her.
She stopped her attempt to pull away.
Instead, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Be gentle with me this time, unlike before. My body is not fully healed because of your sister.”
“Sorry, but even if you say that, I don’t feel any guilt.”
“Why? Is it because it’s me?”
Instead of replying, Mikhail leaned down and kissed her.
His hot breath invaded her mouth, and their mingled saliva forced her to gasp for air she could barely swallow.
Their eyes stayed open, a persistent gaze mixing between them.
He bit down hard on her lower lip, venting unrelieved desire through frustration.
“Ugh…!”
As Emilia tried to push him away in pain, he pressed his lips even more forcefully against hers.
If only it wasn’t so dark! At this distance, she could have finally confirmed the truth she had long wondered about.
When her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit bedroom, and Mikhail’s face became clearer, Emilia closed her eyes.
“If you don’t want this, I can bury it right here.”
What good would it do to bury it? Would it make the conflict rooted in their hearts disappear?
“Aah…!”
His lips, wet with saliva, sucked hers, making her head spin. The chills that had wracked her body had turned into tremors of pleasure.
Emilia almost let out a bitter laugh at how her body responded, as if waiting for him.
His large hand firmly spread her thighs apart and pressed down.
Taking advantage of her momentary lapse, he invaded her most intimate area. Startled, Emilia grabbed his hand.
“Didn’t you ask me to be gentle? Wasn’t that permission?”
Slowly, Emilia let go of her grip. He slid her underwear down.
“Well, there’s no need to say that, it’s already soaked here.”
“…Please, don’t say such things… ugh!”
Her back arched as his mouth pulled on her b****t with a force that felt like it was crushing her.
His fingers teasing her chest caused a fiery heat to rise in her lower abdomen.
Her breathing quickened with the building excitement.
She couldn’t tell if her body was hot or if it was just the heat radiating from where his hands touched.
The rustling of her thin clothes mingled with the wet sounds. His large hand squeezed her chest, and when he pulled her b****t back into his mouth, a moan escaped her.
“Ah, mmm…”
Without warning, he spread her folds with his fingers and thrust inside her.
“Ah! Not there, ugh…!”
He pushed two fingers in and moved them quickly. Wet fluids continuously leaked from her slick entrance.
As he thrust his fingers in and out, her inner walls clamped down tightly, and her moans erupted.
“Ah! Ha! Ngh, something… ahh.”
With every thrust of his fingers, wet sounds filled the room, splashing the fluids around her most intimate areas.
Her inner walls, clinging tightly to each joint of his fingers, contracted rapidly.
Every one of his movements drove her wild. As her legs involuntarily drew together in pleasure, he suddenly stopped and bit down lightly on her n–ple.
“Spread them.”
“Ugh, stop, it’s too…”
“If I don’t stretch you properly and you tear when I put myself in, who will you blame?”
“I won’t blame you… ah!”
When his fingers thrust deeper, Emilia trembled like a fish caught on a spear.
“You’re still tight. You’re squeezing my fingers like you’re going to break them.”
With each word Mikhail spoke, his breath brushed against her chest, making the fine hairs on her skin stand up, heightening her sensitivity.
When his tongue flicked over her n–ple, she clenched her teeth, trying to suppress her moans.
“It’s your first night, no need to hold back so much.”
Suddenly, he pulled her legs down, making it easier to thrust his fingers in deeper. He exhaled slowly as he buried them deep inside her.
“Ah, ahh! No, please… ahh!”
Her lower body trembled as her back arched, muscles tense from the strain.
As his fingers stretched her inside, each thrust precise and deliberate, Emilia instinctively clutched his shoulders.
“A-ah! No, stop! I can’t!”
Despite her desperate pleas, he only smiled, watching her body writhe in pleasure beneath him.
“Relax your grip. I just stopped the bleeding, so we don’t want it starting again, do we?”
For him to say something like that in this situation—he must be truly insane.
“P-please, stop! I can’t…!”
She felt like she was about to lose control, as if she might wet herself. She clenched her muscles as tightly as she could, but Mikhail pressed his thumb firmly against her swollen cl–oris, rubbing it mercilessly.
“Aah, ahh! No, no!”
“C-m. That’s the only way I’ll stop. See? I’m being considerate.”
“Aah! Oh, no… ahh!”
