I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 155
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Her dress was completely drenched, and her hair clung to her head, soaked with rain. She looked like a flower blooming more vividly after a shower.
“Mm… stop…”
She pushed weakly against his shoulders, knowing it was futile. At this rate, it felt as though her body would dissolve into nothing but ash. Emilia was utterly ensnared, his lips sucking and devouring hers relentlessly.
Her lips throbbed as he sucked them swollen, his tongue tasting her so intensely it felt like it might pull her apart. Then his hand firmly grasped her chest, sending jolts of sensation through her.
The wet fabric of her dress clung to her skin. His heat seeped through, stark against her damp body. Emilia bit down on her lips to stifle a cry.
“Someone might see us.”
“They won’t. No one will come this far in.”
Mikhail murmured into her ear, his words thick and slow, made even heavier by the patter of rain.
“Still, this… ”
“And yet, weren’t you the one clinging to me, asking me to keep you warm?”
He guided her hand downwards. Her eyes widened when it brushed against the bulging lower body, hard and taut.
“….How is that my fault?”
“You said I was warm, didn’t you? Wasn’t that a plea for me to heat you up?”
“That was just… an act—ah!”
Before she could finish, his hand twisted her chest. The fabric of her dress did little to shield her from feeling naked. Every sensation was so raw. He only teased one b–ast. Her hardened n–ple tingled as if welcoming his touch.
“Stop! It hurts…”
Her whole body twisted with the pleasure that came with the pain. A strange thrill coursed through her at the thought of being seen, even as fear churned in her stomach.
She could feel herself becoming wet with more than just rain. Despite the cool rain , her body burned hotter. Her breaths came in quick, shallow pants as her hands gripped his shoulders tightly.
“Ah, ah… please…”
“Pleading already? Didn’t you want this?”
“I… I didn’t mean it like this!”
The sensation was so intense that it felt like it had swallowed all of her. His hands were tightly clasping her chest like they were going to burst it, crushing and twisting without mercy.
“Huh. Please, inside, ah…….”
Before she knew it, the hands dug between her legs and took off her wet underwear.
But, is it possible to do this outside?
It was beyond common sense for her. No matter how much rain it was pouring, it might be seen from the window of the mansion.
Emilia was suddenly frightened. What if a maid, a servant, or at least Dell or a butler saw her?
His pale face turned white.
“No, we can’t… not here. Someone might see… please, I’ll… I’ll do it!”
“….What?”
The man, who seemed like he wouldn’t leave her insides, froze.
“I’ll do it. If it’s my fault, let me take care of it.”
What on earth was she doing?
“What am I even doing? What can I do?”
Though she had spoken, her heart pounded fiercely. What was she supposed to do, not knowing how?
Yet, it seemed better to use her hands or mouth than to spread her legs in the garden.
“This should be interesting.”
Mikhail gently swept her wet hair aside, arranging it neatly. Emilia looked down shyly, catching sight of his trousers visibly strained.
Her hands trembled as she fumbled with his belt, pulling down the zipper. His e–ction sprung free.
Facing it directly, she felt even more intimidated. How could she possibly fit that in her mouth? It seemed too large, surely twice the size of her mouth. She couldn’t possibly take it all.
“No need to take it all. Just having it in your mouth is enough to please.”
His fingers teased her lips open, softly caressing the sensitive insides of her mouth.
“Ah, it’s driving me crazy.”
His expression alone was enough to convey, but she couldn’t just stop there. Emilia slowly knelt down and tentatively grasped his e–ction.
Despite the soaking rain, it felt burning hot. Her hand began to move slowly. As she gently stroked, Mikhail’s fingers weaved through her hair, pulling her head closer to him. Her lips were now inches from him, almost touching.
‘Should I put this in my mouth?’
She couldn’t imagine how she had even agreed to this. Faced with his size, which seemed even larger up close, her hand warmed under its heat.
Emilia hesitantly opened her mouth and tentatively took the tip inside.
“Ugh.”
A muffled groan escaped Mikhail’s lips. Surprisingly, the surface of his flesh felt smooth against her tongue. He watched her quietly as she awkwardly tried to please him.
“That’s it, just like that.”
Even as he breathed heavily, he didn’t forget to encourage her. She licked the tip like licking a candy, feeling the strength in his grip on her hair increase.
“How long will you tease the end like that?”
“Uh!”
Suddenly, he pressed down on the back of her head. His p–is filled her mouth completely, stretching her jaw uncomfortably.
Unable to bear it anymore, Mikhail began to move. Without regard for Emilia, his thrusts reached deep, pushing past her throat.
