The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 158
Even after tormenting her for so long, he wasn’t satisfied. Clutching her soft, pale thighs tightly enough to leave red imprints, Leonid pushed his tongue into her quivering entrance.
“Ah… hngh…!”
Involuntarily, Johanna’s hand flew to his hair, gripping it tightly. Realizing this, she quickly released him, expecting him to be displeased, but he remained focused on his actions below. Seeing his image reflected so vividly in the mirror, she closed her eyes tightly, unable to bear it.
“Leonid… please…”
The sensitive spots ached with an insistent, teasing pressure, making her feel like she was on the edge without relief. She even found herself wishing he’d just thrust into her and fill her roughly. Startled at her own thoughts, she squeezed her eyes shut.
Leonid continued his relentless ministrations, sucking her swollen flesh with loud, wet sounds even after withdrawing his tongue. Each intense pulse made fresh arousal spill from her core, all of which he eagerly swallowed. With every gulp that moved down his throat, Johanna felt a deep urge to simply faint.
“Ha…”
Finally lifting his head, he looked up at her with a dazed, intoxicated expression, as if lost in a fog. There was not a shred of rationality left in his glazed eyes. Soaked in her omega pheromones, he seemed completely overtaken.
“Johanna…”
Her name left his lips, dripping with raw desire, like he intended to devour her whole. Overwhelmed by his alpha pheromones, Johanna found it difficult to think clearly, yet her omega instincts—the instincts of prey—urged her to escape.
With trembling limbs, she managed to slide down from the stool, but her legs gave way, forcing her to crawl on her knees. Just as she thought she might get away, a hand gripped her ankle tightly. Of all things, it was her injured left ankle.
A sharp pain shot through her, and she gritted her teeth, stifling a scream. In the next instant, Leonid shoved the stool aside, letting it clatter to the floor, and pressed her down in its place, positioning himself over her.
The cold marble floor pressing against her back contrasted starkly with the searing heat of his large body as it covered hers. Leonid, licking her face as if to soothe her, seemed no less than a beast.
Feeling like prey pinned beneath a massive black panther, Johanna let her limbs go limp. Attempting to escape felt futile.
“That bastard…”
His voice growled into her ear, rough and low.
“…makes my blood boil, constantly coveting you.”
“…”
“You’re mine… aren’t you?”
Lowering himself, he trailed his tongue over the sensitive spot on her neck where her pheromone gland lay, causing a shiver to run over her skin.
Surely, he wouldn’t try to mark her again. The thought made her eyes well up in fear.
In the meantime, his hardened arousal was pressing insistently between her legs. Glancing down instinctively, she felt a surge of fear at the sheer size of it, even though she’d experienced it countless times before. The overwhelming fullness still left her breathless every time, no matter how many times he entered her.
“Ugh…”
He grasped her b****t firmly, kneading it, then lowered his head to bite down. His tongue traced the edge of her areola before pulling her hardened n****e into his mouth, sucking strongly. Simultaneously, the swollen tip of his arousal pressed at her entrance. Realizing penetration was imminent, she tensed instinctively.
“Haa… ah…”
Slowly, the thick head pushed its way into her narrow passage, stretching her walls with every inch. As he forced himself halfway in, her breath caught, and she gasped for air, mouth open. Suddenly, his mouth claimed hers in a devouring kiss.
“Mmph…!”
Without hesitation, he thrust himself fully inside, all the way to the base. Johanna squeezed her eyes shut, her toes curling as the invasive fullness spread through her abdomen—a sensation that, no matter how many times she experienced it, always felt foreign.
Her inner walls clenched tightly around him, greedily drawing him in. Any cries she might have released were swallowed up in his mouth, her helpless whimpers muffled by his relentless kiss.
“Ha…!”
The moment he pulled away from her lips, she turned her head to the side, gasping for air. In her line of sight was the glossy surface of the mirror, reflecting their entwined bodies. Seeing herself beneath his towering frame, shaking like a fragile leaf, left her feeling strangely detached, even ashamed.
“Hngh, ah, mm…!”
After a slow rhythm, he began to thrust faster, each deep stroke pulling desperate moans from her lips. Instinctively, she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, clinging to him as he drove deeper.
Even though she already buried him to the hilt, it still felt like something was missing. She craved more—something deeper, harder. In that moment, she lost all rational thought, overcome entirely by her instincts.
