The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 10
“I think I’m going crazy.”
Floria’s lips parted slightly.
He pressed down again and rubbed.
Even though it was tightly pressed, it didn’t feel bad at all.
Whenever the slippery flesh, soaked in saliva, squirmed and tried to escape, my waist jolted.
A sharp pleasure spread from the rubbing flesh, accompanied by a sticky sound. “Ugh, h-h!”
What is this?
Something sharper than the subtle pleasure I felt earlier during the kiss stirred inside me.
It was definitely my own body, yet I couldn’t stop my waist from moving.
Please, ah, there…
Ah, please.
The pleasure I was experiencing for the first time.
It was so vivid that Floria struggled to run away, but in the process, her soft flesh rippled, making it appear even more lascivious.
Her plump thighs tightly grasped his wrist.
In response to the intense reaction, he shook his fingers up and down.
“Grand Duke, Your Grace.”
Her breath hitched, rising to the edge of her throat.
Good, so good. What is this?
The transparent liquid that leaked from the u*****a formed bubbles at the tip of Aidan’s finger.
The space between her thighs was smeared with the viscous liquid.
Squish, squish.
Lecherous sounds echoed through the room. From Floría’s mouth, only moans escaped, with no words to be found.
She instinctively matched her movements to his, swaying her hips.
“Ugh, ugh, uhh.”
Her vision turned white. It felt as if someone had lifted her up from a great height and then dropped her into the air, dizzying her. Every time his fingers lightly pressed inside, Floria’s toes curled beautifully.
“Ah, ah, ah.”
A high-pitched moan might have escaped her lips. What if the maids could hear it? It was shameful, yet she couldn’t stop the sound from leaving her. Floria shook her head, rushing toward one climax after another.
“Ah······!”
Floria screamed loudly as she tightly squeezed her legs together. Her waist bent backward, and her chest, still neatly covered by her clothes, rose up before falling down with a sudden thud.
It felt like jumping off a cliff.
“Ha…”
As her body slumped onto the bed, only then did Aidan release Floria’s waist.
“Haah, haah.”
Her breath was heavy, as if she had been running.
Between her legs, he… Aidan, who had become her husband today, persistently scanned her. The sensation she felt was an overwhelming pleasure.
Her vision blurred to darkness, and only after some time did the dry gray walls come into view.
Her thighs, tightened with excitement, still subtly held onto a sensation close to pleasure. She was too weak to move even a finger. When she finally regained her senses and looked up, she saw Aidan gazing down at her.
One corner of his mouth was lazily curved into a smirk. His dark eyes gleamed dangerously.
“Grand Duke, Your Highness…?”
What on earth just shook me?
The strange action that made my body tremble. Even though it was just a matter of rubbing our bodies together, a flash of light dazzled before my eyes.
“What on earth are you doing?”
In response to Floria’s question, which was barely a whisper due to her weakness, Aidan answered.
“Preparation.”
“What…?”
“For what purpose?” What in the world could it be, for a man’s thick hand to rub between a woman’s legs? Unable to comprehend, Floria looked up at him with eyes half-drenched in pleasure. When she blinked, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
“It was preparation to accept what is mine.”
Aidan unbuttoned one button at a time. Floria, who didn’t fully understand his words, simply stared vacantly. Even if she had understood, there was nothing she could do. Her body, having reached its first climax in life, had collapsed beneath the bed like waterlogged cotton. She could only gasp for air, struggling to breathe.
He threw his outer garment aside and loosened his white shirt.
His body looked as if it were that of an ordinary man dressed in armor, it appeared so solid. The split muscles were frighteningly tense. Aidan did not stop there. His hand dropped to the front of his trousers.
“U-uh…”
