I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 133
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Emilia shook her head. If this continued, she truly felt she would lose herself. She didn’t want to be seen in such a vulnerable state, spread wide open for him as she reached her climax.
Determined, she bit her lip and held on tight.
He withdrew his fingers from deep inside her, pulling them back to the entrance before swiftly plunging them back in.
As he suddenly pulled his hand away, a slick and wet lewd sound escaped her.
“Ha, haah!”
Water splashed like a fountain onto his palm and across her spread thighs.
“Ahh…!”
Her body jolted as if electrocuted. Mikhail held her writhing form firmly in place, pressing down on her hips to stabilize her.
Though she had initiated the seduction, she was always the one who became restless first. He relished awakening her pleasure, savoring the sight of her reaching her peak with a satisfied expression.
In her hazy vision, Emilia noticed something large in his hand.
At that moment, her eyes widened in shock as she tried to pull her hips back.
“Emilia.”
His gentle voice sent shivers down her spine.
Clear liquid dripped from the blunt tip of his hardened length, resembling a predator drooling over its prey.
Instinctively, Emilia attempted to retreat to the edge of the bed.
“Don’t run away.”
But his large hand caught her slender ankle.
“It makes me want to hunt.”
He felt a hunger rise within him. No matter how much he explored her body, thrusting deeper and deeper, he couldn’t quench his desire.
Before long, Emilia clung to him, drawing closer as he thrust into her. With each forceful movement, her delicate form swayed.
She pressed her lips against his neck, stifling her moans.
Her expression looked like she didn’t know what to do, yet she didn’t pull away. He held her hips, driving deeper and exhaling softly against her.
“Ah!”
He pressed into her while stretching her deeply.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, causing her inner walls to clench and spasm. As he invaded her, his length pushed back, filling her completely.
His tongue licked the spot where her skin bulged.
“Does it hurt?”
“…No, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Emilia rested her head against his chest, catching her breath as his hips stilled.
“Do you regret not pushing deeper back then?”
“…No.”
That’s a lie.
Mikhail smirked quietly, not missing the fleeting disappointment in her eyes.
Even though she was so easy to read, she had lied to him countless times.
Mikhail gently caressed her wounded area, watching her eyelashes tremble. It was strange to see her so calm, nestled in his arms with her breathing steady.
Had she learned to hide her sharpness? Emilia twitched slightly, her body tightening around him as she gripped him tightly inside her.
“Please… no more… we’ve done enough.”
“You’re still wet, yet you say things you don’t mean.”
“Ahn!”
He grabbed her hips and lifted her, thrusting upward from below, causing her to cry out and throw her head back.
“Ah, mm. Mm! Haah!”
The rhythmic slapping sound filled the air, each collision of their slick bodies growing louder and her moans rising in pitch.
“Aah, it’s strange… something feels strange, again, ahh!”
As he pushed deeper into her, he gripped her waist tightly, thrusting hard and fast. His movements caused his lower body to smack against her, his flesh slapping against her perineum, only to quickly rise and fall again.
“Hah! Mm! Ngh! Ah! Ahhh!”
Her body trembled violently from the force of his thrusts, her muscles clenching around him. Mikhail felt the pressure building, blood rushing to the tip of his s***t.
As he released his grip on her body, he poured his hot essence inside her.
“Haaah! Nnghh!”
Her entire body shivered, her toes curling as the connection between them tightened painfully.
Her body bounced and writhed in pleasure, unable to resist.
“Ahh, no! Take it out, please! No! I can’t!”
Mikhail gripped her chest and sucked on her like an animal, watching her as she struggled at the height of her climax, refusing to pull out but pushed even deeper inside.
“Heek!”
Emilia’s body jerked violently, her o****m hitting her before she even had a chance to close her mouth.
“Ah, ah… M-Mikhail!”
Her hands, once clutching his back, now raked across his shoulders. Her tear-streaked face and sweat-drenched body lay limp on the sheets, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
“…The second time.”
That was the second time she had called his name.
Ah, damn it.
Mikhail glanced down at himself, still buried inside Emilia, who had now lost consciousness.
His length swell even further, pressing deep inside her, pushing so hard that her lower belly bulged slightly.
“…Hah…”
He ran his fingers through her damp red hair that was slick with sweat.
Leaning down, he enveloped her body with his own, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck.
“Carry my child, Emilia.”
Maybe that would change things. That’s what family does.
Mikhail spoke softly to the sleeping Emilia, knowing she couldn’t hear him.
He whispered stories of the fall of Bayern, once a radiant sun, and the cruel people who had brought about its collapse.
