I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 88
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Without a moment to gather her thoughts, Emilia found herself kissing him, their bodies pressed closely together while feeling each other’s breaths.
‘Dangerous.’
She would be swept away again if things continued this way.
He carried her in his arms towards the bathtub. Jumping into the tub with their clothes still on, he kissed her once more.
As he placed her at the edge of the tub, his hand that had been caressing her b******s swiftly removed her soaked underwear.
“Ah.”
Pulling on her lower lip, Emilia’s focus shifted back to her lips.
“Ah!”
His fingers delved into the parted flesh. Pressing down on her inner thighs with his hand and spreading her legs wide, he started to stroke her already wet orifice and pushed the folds aside.
“Ah, no, don’t, ah!”
Emilia leaned her head back and moaned. The touch of his fingers gently sweeping upwards sent shivers throughout her body.
Her grip on the edge of the tub tightened. Her breathing became rapid.
The rising pleasure soon enveloped her. Pleasure came crashing down like a fierce wave.
She bit her lip hard to hold back, but was futile.
As he inserted his fingers into her, scraping her inner walls, her body jerked.
“Ah! Ah!”
The strength coursing through her trembling body was overwhelming. Barely holding onto the tub, she eventually leaned back against the wall.
“Stop, please! Ah!”
Fluid trickled out from her now lax lower region. Each time his fingers withdrew, a distinct squelching sound was heard.
It was a naturally flowing action.
“We’re in this together. I sow my seed in you, and you receive it to bear a child, using each other as means to an end out of necessity.”
He bit her earlobe. The opening between her widely spread legs twitched visibly.
Seeing him holding onto his fingers tightly and not letting go aroused him. He undid the swollen front of his pants.
With a pop, his engorged center was revealed. The flesh, mottled with dark brown and veined, protruded prominently.
Despite her protests, the moans she couldn’t suppress under his touch ignited an uncontrollable desire within him.
His body seemed already prepared, as if it remembered everything.
He grasped his swollen and hardened member and rubbed it against her.
The entrance was already relaxed and it easily enveloped the large head. As he entered her, Emilia’s eyes widened.
“Ah, no. Can’t.”
“I told you. This is what we are to each other.”
Mikhail didn’t rush. He moved slowly, savoring the sensation as he pushed further inside her, feeling every crease of her inner walls meticulously.
It felt disgustingly good.
Yes, he had to admit it. Her body was incredibly sweet and warm.
He pushed his half-embedded self all the way in, groaning low as he penetrated her deeply.
“Ah, we…”
“Yes. We are in a relationship fueled by malice, intent on destroying each other.”
Thrust. He thrust his hips powerfully again.
“But thinking about it, that’s not so bad.”
“What do you… Ah!”
“If we can live another day on that anger, on that hatred.”
Yes, that was enough. He had lived that way, and so could she.
But why did it make him so angry?
It felt like navigating through a fog, suffocating and dense.
Thinking of themselves as nothing but animals in heat made it easier to bear.
“That’s enough.”
Better than dying, right? Or perhaps dying would be better.
No, he wasn’t sure anymore. Mikhail stopped thinking, overwhelmed by the sensation of being tightly enveloped.
He wanted to explore each other without a thought, rolling around all day.
Would that fill the void, even for a moment? Could it free them from their anger, even temporarily?
Yet, he feared the disappearance of the very anger and hatred that drove him deeply.
He couldn’t understand why he was so drawn to her, who seemed no different from any other woman.
Was it because she was the first woman he’d ever been with?
Mikhail’s neat eyebrows furrowed deeply.
His mind was a mess. Each time he thrust forcefully, her jerking body only fueled his desire further. He pulled off her clothes, revealing her b*****s bouncing out.
Her n-pples were hard with excitement. As he gently caressed her b*****s, Emilia’s panting intensified.
His center moved smoothly in and out of her, that was now wetter than before.
The water in the bathtub splashed out loudly as he pulled back gently only to thrust in forcefully.
Even as he plunged into her, it felt insufficient. His massive length penetrated deeply into her core.
“Ah!”
Her red lips parted in gasps. As Emilia threw her head back, his gaze followed the line from her chin down her neck.
“Breathe.”
She trembled as if she had forgotten even to breathe.
“Breathe.”
It felt so tight, almost as if it could sever him.
