The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 133
Leonid even went as far as to extend his tongue and lick his fingers. Given that he had done much more provocative things in the past, Johanna knew she shouldn’t be shocked by just this, but the visual intensity was overwhelming. Feeling her face heat up, she quickly turned her head away.
“I’d like to keep going until I get tired.”
“…”
“But somehow, I get the feeling I never will.”
As he released his pheromones, he slipped off her gown. As always, his scent captivated her, effortlessly stealing her breath away. It was both cold and comforting—a contradiction that somehow existed in perfect harmony.
…His pheromones were just like him.
With her nightdress and underwear removed, Johanna was left completely bare. The room was brightly lit, the lights left on, making it easy to see every inch of her exposed form.
His gaze roamed over her, lingering as if savoring the view. Even though it wasn’t her first time being seen like this, she felt a strange urge to hide.
“…Beautiful.”
“…”
“You’re beautiful, Johanna.”
He wrapped his arms around her, and as his own bare skin pressed against hers, a shiver ran down her spine, as though this was the moment she had been yearning for all along.
The omega within her stirred with anticipation, rejoicing in his touch. Her pheromones flowed freely, as if a dam had burst, flooding toward him with unrestrained intensity.
“Haa…”
Leonid, deeply inhaling her pheromones, pulled Johanna into his embrace and sat back on the sofa.
Johanna straddled him, her legs spread over his thighs as she faced him. As he gently swept her hair back, caressing her cheek, he suddenly tilted his head. Their lips met, and the exchange of pheromones intensified as it flowed deeper between them through the contact of their mouths. Their tongues brushed against each other, intertwining, then pressed together with a sticky intensity.
Leonid’s hands moved to her chest, kneading it like soft dough as he pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth, exploring every part within. The sensation of him probing so thoroughly made Johanna shudder involuntarily, letting out a faint moan. His laughter reverberated through their joined lips.
After swirling his tongue inside her mouth for a while, he withdrew, only to capture her lips again, sucking them with fervor. As he pinched her sensitive n*****s with his fingers, he lowered his head without delay. The moment she let out a gasp, a portion of her b****t disappeared into his mouth.
“Hah…!”
He licked and sucked at her chest as if savoring a delicate pudding, occasionally letting his teeth scrape lightly against her skin. Each time, the electric shock that traveled along her nerves made Johanna tremble, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. Even after he had tasted each of her b*****s, his hunger seemed far from sated. He looked at her with a predatory gaze, as if he wanted to consume her whole. That raw desire stirred a strange blend of fear and anticipation in her, making her heart race.
In the next moment, Leonid shifted her position, turning her around so that she faced away from him. Johanna, caught off guard, leaned back against his broad chest, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek as if in praise. His long, skillful fingers traced over her lower abdomen like a musician caressing the strings of an instrument, slowly sliding downward. When those fingers finally slipped between her legs, she nearly closed her thighs reflexively, but he held her firmly, keeping her open.
“Look at this. You’re soaking wet.”
“Hah…!”
He deliberately moved his hand roughly, letting her hear the wet, slapping sounds. As the lewd sound tickled her ears, Johanna squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment.
His fingers parted her labia, searching for the hidden c******s inside. The arousal that had already been building surged like a strong wave in that moment. She trembled and clung tightly to his arm.
“Haa…!”
“Does it feel good here?”
His whispered voice was so sweet it felt like it could melt her eardrums. He slowly moved his wrist, caressing her c******s. The more he touched it, the more the small bud swelled, rolling under his fingertips like a pearl.
As the sensation intensified, Johanna reflexively covered her mouth to stifle her moans. Leonid, however, grabbed her wrist with his free hand and pulled it away.
“You shouldn’t hold back.”
“Hngh, ugh…”
“Don’t hold in your moans. Let them out.”
When tears of reflexive pain welled up at the corners of her eyes and she shook her head in refusal, he murmured, “Not listening, are you?” and bit down on her earlobe.
The sharp sting reminded her of the time during his rut when he had endlessly bitten her neck. The bite marks that had covered her neck faded after about a week, but Johanna could still vividly remember the pain from that time. Along with the fear of experiencing her first imprinting.
Even now, her heart pounded wildly. She feared that his lips, nibbling at her ear, might move lower and bite into the area where her pheromone gland lay hidden.
“Ah…!”
At that moment, one of his fingers slid down to her entrance. It happened in an instant. Before she could even brace herself, his long finger thrust deeply inside her.
“Ahh…!”
