I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 69
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She saw in his eyes that he didn’t know what to do, yet he chose not to explain.
He merely observed her fidgeting, her hands clenching and unclenching her skirt hem revealing her anxious heart.
“But I…”
She raised her head in protest. Without a moment’s hesitation, Mikhail pulled her head towards him and brought her lips close to his.
“Huht.”
The moment her breath touched him, he almost lost his grip on rationality. Mikhail managed to suppress his desire.
Imagining her lips opening like this and biting onto his length was spectacular. Unlike her trembling body, eyes wide with humiliation and the lips saying no, he thought of the wet hole underneath.
Ha.
Mikhail ran his fingers through her hair and exhaled heavily.
He spoke with an ease meant to conceal his impatience.
“One must take care of their own matters. The choice is yours.”
Mikhail read her face. There was confusion on her troubled face.
‘Didn’t he say that the king’s shadow always watches?’
Emilia shook her head in denial.
‘This isn’t right.’
As he anticipated, she turned away. Her cheeks flushed, fists clenched, breath quickened.
Haha. Mikhail laughed, pleased with himself. The laughter made Emilia look at him as if he was mad.
Perhaps he was.
He released her head and took hold of his length.
“Watch closely.”
As he moved his hand gently, his arousal became more evident.
Without averting his gaze from her, his movements quickened.
“Ha.”
Droplets formed at the tip, then grew and fell. The drops stained Emilia’s light blue dress.
She was dizzy with the unfolding scene. She turned her head away but felt every movement.
Mikhail scooped the fluid with his thumb and circled the tip leisurely.
With every breath he exhaled, Emilia’s body trembled slightly.
Emilia tried to distance herself as much as possible from the sight of him pleasuring himself before her.
Her breaths came in heavy gasps, her chest rising and falling above the dress top.
Swipe, swipe, swipe.
He watched her, grabbed his pillar and shook it.
His lips chewed with the urge to possess her at that very moment. His desire made his pillar swollen, almost bursting.
Seeing her face redder than before, he smiled slyly.
‘This is why knowing pleasure was such a peril.’
Mikhail accelerated without stopping, imagining the thrill of pressing himself against her red lips. He felt like he was going to release himself immediately.
His hand, which had been moving swiftly, suddenly stopped.
“Kuhp.”
Hot fluid burst forth. Emilia’s face distorted with a grimace as the liquid splattered across her chest.
Having climaxed on her soft, raised chest, he took out a handkerchief to clean himself off.
Although a sense of satisfaction arose, it felt overwhelmingly insufficient. No matter how many times he climaxed, this hunger seemed insatiable.
* * *
Emilia jumped abruptly, attempting to push him away and leave the room.
However, Mikhail was quicker, grabbing her hand and turning her towards him. He wiped the opaque fluid messily strewn across her chest with a handkerchief.
“I’ll do it, huh.”
A moan escaped her lips as her green eyes fluttered.
Merely witnessing his solo act was enough to make her feel peculiar. It was as if she was being violated by his piercing gaze.
Contrary to her expectations that he would persist in cleaning the traces off her chest, Mikhail surprisingly stepped back.
“So be it.”
He muttered, tossing the handkerchief on the floor and heading towards the bathroom. He began unbuttoning his shirt after removing his jacket. He was undressing as if she wasn’t there.
Emilia stood still, captivated by the sight of his naked form from behind.
It wasn’t intentional, but she couldn’t deny the primal beauty of his body, like they were sculpted by God.
The long legs, the well-formed thigh muscles, the tight b******s, and the broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist captivated her gaze, which eventually fixed on his e***t member that seemed to stick out from his stomach.
Mikhail turned his head, feeling her stare.
The explicitness of Emilia’s gaze made him harden again, as the clear fluid gathered at the tip.
Merely observing his enlarged, tense member filled with blood made Emilia feel a deep warmth below.
“If you’re going to look so regretful, you should have just sucked it earlier. I would have f**ked you too.”
His handsome face mismatched with his vulgar words, snapped Emilia back to reality.
Emilia averted her gaze from the statue-like figure and retorted.
“A gentleman ought to keep his word.”
She hadn’t expected an apology, but neither did she anticipate what followed.
“Ah, I should apologize for making you kneel on the floor instead of the bed.”
“That’s your apology?”
“What, you’re expecting a different kind of apology?”
He said as he entered the bathroom.
“Keep looking if you want. It has its own pleasure.”
Emilia left the bedroom with a shudder, feeling that staying any longer would only make her more disturbed.
