I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 167
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Emilia slowly touched her fingers to her parted folds.
“Ah!”
Her cl–oris with heightened sensitivity trembled at even the slightest touch. She pressed and quivered the swollen peak again and again.
Mikhail held the chair firmly, so although her body twisted, it did not shake.
“Keep going.”
He whispered in her ear as he licked it.
Each time his low voice burrowed into her ear, chills ran through her body, tightening her insides.
“Ah, uh, mm.”
“Duke Loren must have thought, even if you can’t abandon your family, once you know this fact, you would never let him live.”
It was unbelievable to her that she was performing such an act while hearing about her parents.
Yet, she couldn’t stop her fingers from moving. A contraction tightened her lower abdomen.
“Ah, mm. Ah, no more, uh!”
“This is a long story. You won’t hear the end if you finish by yourself.”
“Ah! Uh, mm!”
Whenever she was left to her own devices, he overlaid his hand on hers and moved it quickly.
His fingers helped her excitement as they slithered over her slippery flesh, brushing down to her perineum before sweeping up inside her.
He spread her folds with his hands and said,
“Insert it yourself and feel it.”
“Ah, that’s, ah… Your Grace. I can’t, ah!”
He pressed her fingers down, and her pulsating walls engulfed them, twitching.
“Ah, ah, uh!”
“Deeper, you need to insert it deeper. This is nothing compared to even the tip of my c-ck.”
Emilia’s spread legs involuntarily closed as her fingers slid deeper inside.
Smack—
A sharp pain shot through her thighs in an instant, making her eyes open wide.
“Spread them. It would feel better to put my c-ck in when you close your legs, but then I wouldn’t be able to see.”
“Ah, stop, ah, this isn’t right…”
“Aren’t you curious? The real story starts now. You need to hear why your mother is hovering between life and death.”
She gasped for breath as she obeyed, repeatedly thrusting her fingers deep inside.
“Ah, mm, ah…”
She tried to reach the itchy spot deep inside with her fingers, but they slipped out without properly scratching it.
Emilia was in agony. Her body was intensely burning, but there was no resolution.
Her whole body heated up intensely. She tightened around her own fingers inside her, scraping down as he had, which made her hips jerk slightly.
“Ah!”
“Duke Loren thought it through. His delicate, troublesome wife—he decided it was better to be rid of her.”
“That’s… ah, no, it’s a lie, isn’t it?”
He leaned down, his eyes fixed on her fingers moving in and out between her parted legs.
“How do you think I came to know this?”
“Ah, uh, don’t… don’t look!”
Mikhail gripped her legs, spreading them even wider.
“Ahhh!”
The movement caused her entrance to tighten around her fingers. Then, the climax hit.
Her trembling core convulsed, and her hips jerked upward.
“Ah, ah! Stop, ahhh!”
Even if she wanted to remove her fingers, she couldn’t. Her toes curled as a sudden gush spilled forth.
Her body twisted uncontrollably in the throes of her climax. Emilia threw her head back, crying out in pleasure.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhh!”
As he watched her peak, he pressed a kiss to her thigh. The heat rising again made her quickly push against his head in a fluster.
“Stop… please…”
He easily subdued her resistance, leaning closer to whisper.
“Duchess Loren sent me a letter. She begged me to forgive her daughter.”
When his hot breath touched her sensitive flesh, Emilia tilted her head back again.
‘Forgive…?’
She never imagined her mother would send him a letter pleading on her behalf. More than that, how had her mother managed to send it through the tight security?
Reading her confusion, Mikhail explained with a sharp tone.
“Did you think there were only royal loyalists in the Loren family? Even someone as naive as you should understand better.”
His hot tongue pressed firmly against her damp core.
“Ahh, ah!”
Her head tilted back further as she quivered and reached her climax again. She tried to push his head away, but the more she resisted, the deeper he delved.
The wet sounds of saliva and her arousal filled the room endlessly. Emilia moaned, her nails digging into his back as she struggled.
“…Do you want me to forgive you?”
His small voice made her gasp.
“…No. I don’t expect it.”
“Of course. That’s who you are.”
He murmured as he pushed his tongue inside her entrance. The soft muscle slid inward, brushing against the textured walls, making her lower abdomen tremble uncontrollably.
“Ahh, uh!”
There were so many things Emilia wanted to ask—about her mother, about everything—but his relentless attention left her mind hazy and unfocused.
Mikhail didn’t give her even a moment to think clearly.
“Ah, ahh! Uh, ahh!”
She reached another climax as he flicked his tongue rapidly against her cl–oris.
“Ah! Ahhh! Too much! Mikhail…!”
At the sound of his name, he abruptly stopped.
