I Will Die for You, My Darling! - Chapter 38
Chapter 38
She had arrived at her decision after much deliberation, a clear and unwavering resolve. There were reasons she hadn’t wanted to die by his hand. But to him, it was just another whim, wasn’t it? Her long, agonizing years were simply missing time for him.
The passion in her eyes cooled. She wanted to cry, but her eyes were dry. She pushed his finger out with her tongue. Fearing another bite, he resisted. She had long ago given up trying to overpower him.
“I feel… a little pathetic,” she whispered, the words slurred. It was partly true, partly for his benefit.
But his reaction wasn’t what she’d expected. Instead of the satisfaction she’d anticipated, his golden eyes filled with anger and loathing. “Don’t say that with those eyes.”
‘What eyes am I making? They certainly aren’t happy ones.’
“Look. At. Me.”
She obeyed. Their eyes met, but it wasn’t enough for him. His expression remained harsh.
‘Easy,’ she thought, ‘there’s something I really wanted to do, and I couldn’t. That’s all.’
Like a recurring New Year’s Eve nightmare, Isaac’s body pressed down on hers. He was a beast in human form. Unable to resist, Arietta collapsed onto the bed as he forced his middle and ring fingers into her mouth, joining his index finger.
The sensation was overwhelming, pushing aside her earlier thoughts. “Keuh…” she choked, gagging. Isaac ignored her distress, pressing his fingers deeper, against her tongue.
Arching her back, she pleaded with her eyes.
‘Don’t do this. I won’t bite. Please, don’t.’
He didn’t listen. His knee pushed between her legs. Strength deserted her, leaving her helpless beneath him.
The pressure between her legs intensified, a sharp sting followed by a tingling warmth. Every nerve ending was focused on him, anticipating his next touch, his next torment. She walked a tightrope between pleasure and pain, and he held the power to push her in either direction.
Arietta coughed again, tears blurring her vision. The sight seemed to satisfy some cruel desire in him. A savage smile spread across his face.
“Want me to take them out?” he asked, pressing harder against her tongue.
“Ugh…” she gagged again. There was nothing in her stomach but air, and even that was trapped by his fingers. Her nails dug into his arms. She nodded frantically.
‘Please…’
Contempt flickered in his golden eyes. He was disgusted by her. She’d jumped, trying to die, and now she was begging because he’d made it a little difficult to breathe.
“Just try biting me,” he warned, slowly withdrawing his fingers. Arietta gasped, finally able to draw a proper breath. “Haa…”
Before she could fully recover, he moved again. His wet fingers slipped inside her underwear, against the smooth, hairless skin of her v*lva. He parted the delicate folds, stroking upward from her per*neum.
“Ah…!” The reaction was predictable. She always tensed her thighs. He rubbed against the sensitive flesh.
Her body, already aro*sed by their earlier kiss, responded instantly, releasing a slick warmth. His hand became coated in a mixture of saliva and her own aro*sal.
A whimpering sound escaped her. The continued friction brought her cl*t to full, swollen attention. He enjoyed teasing the sensitive bud, lifting the delicate hood and circling the pebbled flesh.
“Hnn… Ahh… Mnnn…” Arietta drew her knees up, unsure whether to clench her thighs or spread them wider. Her underwear soaked through, the moisture trickling down between her b*ttocks. Goosebumps erupted across her back.
Her nightgown rode up her stomach. Isaac caught the hem in his teeth, pulling it higher. The scars from her injuries had faded, leaving only pale marks against the smooth curve of her skin.
He exhaled, a long, slow breath. The pressure in his pants had become unbearable.
