The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 157
“From now on, increase the number of bodyguards… No, actually, just accompany me wherever you go. Otherwise, don’t go anywhere at all.”
“…”
“…Or better yet… maybe I should just lock you away.”
A hint of confusion spread across her clear, teal eyes, like shallow ocean water. Seeing something so pure made him want to corrupt it. Every time Leonid looked into Johanna’s eyes, he was struck by this impulse.
“Until you’re pregnant… until you give birth to my child…”
And even beyond that.
He wanted to keep her forever within his sight and away from anyone else’s gaze. It was an irrational, all-consuming desire.
That obsession, bordering on madness, stoked the flames of his yearning. Lifting her into his arms, Leonid carried her over to the full-length mirror on one side of the room. He placed a stool directly in front of it, seating her so she could see her bare form in full clarity.
Especially the space between her thighs, already slick from his pheromones alone.
“Do you see? How you are down here…”
“Ah… no, please… hngh.”
His hand, which had been caressing her lower abdomen, slid lower, causing her torso and legs to shudder. With his index and ring fingers, he parted her folds, moving his middle finger up and down to stimulate her most sensitive spot.
He wanted her to witness every sensation of her own body, to etch it into her mind. To make her realize that only he could bring her this pleasure.
The primal possessiveness of an alpha surged within him, driving him to the brink of madness.
“I’m losing my mind… because of you…”
“Hngh… wait, just a second…”
His fingertip lightly tapped against her sensitive nub, then pressed down, rubbing it firmly. Johanna’s body jerked, and she bit down on her lip with a soft gasp.
“Why are you holding back your moans?”
“Ah, ugh, it’s… that…”
“This?”
“Ah!”
As he applied pressure to the swollen little bud, his wrist turned in a slow circle, drawing an immediate moan from her lips. Leonid chuckled as he caressed her gradually sweat-dampened skin.
“You feel everything so intensely…”
Kissing her flushed cheek, he traced the entrance to her core with his fingertip. Almost as if it were anticipating him, the opening twitched, releasing a fresh surge of clear arousal.
The omega pheromones mixed into her essence radiated through the air. Holding her chin, Leonid directed her gaze back to the mirror.
“Watch closely.”
“Haa…”
“See how enticing you are…”
“Mmh…”
“…and how deeply you feel it.”
Tears pooled in the corners of Johanna’s eyes. Even as he realized he was bringing her to the edge of tears, Leonid couldn’t bring himself to stop. He slowly inserted his finger, soaked in her slickness, keeping her attention fixed on the sight in the mirror.
“Ah…!”
Her inner walls tightened around his finger as he slid it in effortlessly, her body trembling in response. Leonid bit her ear gently, twisting his finger in a circular motion to explore her depths.
“Hngh…!”
“You seem to enjoy this.”
“N-No, I…”
“As if.”
With a soft chuckle, he exhaled warm breath into her ear, then pushed his other three fingers, excluding his thumb, into her entrance. As each finger stretched her walls one by one, Johanna whimpered, overwhelmed by the fullness.
“…Look at this. My whole forearm is drenched.”
“Ugh… ah… hngh…”
He rotated his wrist, widening her to the absolute limit, her inner walls soaked, covering his hand and forearm in her slickness. Her responsiveness was evident in the sheer wetness alone.
“…I want to taste it.”
Gazing intently at the dripping fluid, he murmured abruptly and withdrew his fingers. The stretched walls immediately contracted, shivering in response, and Johanna gasped out a short, desperate cry at the fleeting sensation.
Leonid brought his soaked hand to his mouth, licking along his fingers and forearm as he observed her. Her tear-streaked cheeks, reddened with shame, her trembling lips as she panted… every part of her was tantalizing.
Unable to satisfy himself with just a taste, he gave in to his impulse, kneeling down before her. Before Johanna could even think to recoil, he gripped her thighs, parting them, and buried his face between them.
“Hah…!”
She inhaled sharply in shock. To keep herself from falling backward, she clutched the edges of the stool, bracing her arms to stabilize herself.
“No, don’t… ahh…!”
His thick tongue stretched out, tracing up her entrance, lapping up every drop of her sweet essence. The pheromones in her fluids mingled with his senses, intoxicating him. As he continued, her core released even more, and he drank it all, like a parched man finding an oasis.
“Ugh… hngh… ah…”
