The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 79
“It seems foreplay really wasn’t necessary, given how responsive you are.”
After moving slowly a few times, he became confident that she was no longer in severe pain. The moment he was sure, he began to thrust into her fiercely. He drove himself deep to the base, almost pulling out until just the tip remained, only to plunge back in again with force.
Her swollen entrance was relentlessly pierced, his thick, veined length striking her most sensitive spots each time. Johanna could do nothing but shudder helplessly. The pain had long vanished, replaced by a wave of intense pleasure that threatened to consume her whole. Experiencing such overwhelming sensations for the first time, she had no choice but to cry out, completely losing herself in the feeling.
“Ah! Ahhk, huh, ahh!”
Moans spilled uncontrollably from her lips. Her body shook wildly. As she continued to cover her tear-streaked face with her hands, Leonid’s voice cut through with a commanding edge.
“Move your hands.”
“N-no… ugh, ah!”
She couldn’t tell if she refused because she didn’t want to remove her hands, or if the terrifying intensity of the pleasure made the words spill out on their own. Even she wasn’t sure.
“Disobeying me, are you?”
He clicked his tongue in frustration, then grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head. With her face fully exposed and messy, Johanna squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. She could feel his gaze lingering intently over her face.
“…Your face is going to be a sight tomorrow. All swollen and puffy.”
“Hngh…”
Johanna whimpered, her face wet with tears, but even her pitiful sobs didn’t make Leonid stop his rough thrusting. His eyes burned as he gazed down at her. He drove into her with an intensity that seemed intent on crushing her tender flesh. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the friction making her skin burn hot.
“Ah, hngh, ah! Hngh, ahh!”
The hand not holding her wrists began to roam over her sweat-slicked, pale body. He gripped her slender waist tightly, then moved up, squeezing her b*****s as if to mold them with his fingers. With every endless tease and touch, Johanna’s mind became more muddled, more lost in a haze.
When he unleashed his pheromones in full force, she was left utterly dazed, her mouth falling open as she trembled uncontrollably. The potent pheromones of the hyper-dominant alpha seemed to crawl over her skin, making every nerve ending painfully sensitive.
Then, his thrusts quickened, his pace becoming almost frantic. He slid his arm under her back, pulling her against him in a tight embrace. With no room to move, she was trapped against him, and his body tensed as he reached his climax.
At that moment, the overwhelming sensation consumed Johanna from head to toe. Her inner walls clenched tightly around the thick flesh inside her, helping him spill every drop. His s***t, engorged and throbbing like a beast’s, pumped an unbelievable amount of seed into her. A tidal wave of climax washed over them, more intense than she could have ever imagined.
“Haa… damn, it’s like we knotted,”
He muttered, a string of curses filling the room.
Pleasure surged through every inch of her body, and as she lay there, trembling from the aftershocks, his rough words buzzed in her ears. Even after he finished, Leonid held her close, almost crushing her against him, his lips brushing against her ear. Then, he stuck out his tongue and began to lick around her earlobe and into her ear canal, wet and messy.
Before long, his lips slid down to her neck, where the omega’s pheromone glands were located. Breathing in the fragrant pheromones that flowed from there, he began to suck on her soft skin as if drawing nectar from a spring blossom.
“Pl-Please, stop…”
Johanna, limp like a waterlogged sponge, weakly lifted her hand and tried to push him away by the shoulder. Perhaps because she had absorbed so much of his alpha pheromones while their bodies were entwined, the heat and excitement from her heat cycle were slowly subsiding.
There was no telling when another wave of arousal might start, but she felt that if she took a few more suppressants, she might be able to endure on her own. Of course, with the goal of pregnancy in mind… engaging in intercourse multiple times would increase the chances.
But Johanna was utterly exhausted—both physically and mentally—from an act that had turned out to be so different from what she had imagined. She could no longer muster the strength to accept him. Even just for a moment, she wanted to rest alone without anyone’s interference. To conceive a child, she would need to become accustomed to intercourse, but for now…
“Stop? We’re just getting started.”
“…What?”
A sense of dread washed over her at his words, which were tinged with a hint of mockery. As Johanna lay there, stunned, his tongue pried her lips apart and thrust into her mouth, mingling with hers, pressing against her inner cheek, and driving deep with a forceful rhythm. He swallowed every hot, erratic breath that escaped from her lips.
