The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 12
His sharp nose brushed against mine.
Then, as if he could no longer hold back, Aidan’s lips devoured mine.
His saliva spread over my dry, chapped lips.
With softer, wetter, stickier sounds than before—chup, chuup—he enveloped my lips.
Munch, munch. It was a completely different sensation from the rough kiss earlier.
It’s hot. And it gives me chills.
Even though he had leaned down enough to press his lips against mine, Floria, with a desire to feel him just a little closer, slightly lifted herself onto her toes and moved toward him.
Then, his hand, which had been holding her chin, slowly slid down her delicate neck and gripped her shoulder.
Aidan’s lips parted.
Through the parted lips, his warm saliva flowed into hers.
Unlike before, his hot body only lightly grazed Floria’s lips, not entering her mouth.
Something felt impatient.
So, the moment Floria stuck out her tongue, Aidan pulled his lips away from hers.
“Ha, ha… ha.”
Seeing Floria breathing heavily, Aidan whispered,
“For example, I’ve never done this with anyone before.”
She stared up at him in a daze. The lips that had teased her earlier were now glowing a tempting red.
“When you say ‘this’…”
Floria’s confused gaze made Aidan respond.
“Everything. I’ve never been this close to a woman before.”
Unlike other men, he had no experience.
Before she even had the chance to be surprised, the man gripped Floria’s hips tightly.
Then, he began to push his massive s***t inside.
As the hard length gradually slid in, the pain intensified.
When she parted her lips to catch her breath from the aching sensation, he leaned down and captured her lips as he looked into her eyes.
“Hhup.”
Hot lips rubbed against hers.
It was a rough kiss, yet an odd and subtle sensation began to bloom in a body that had been filled with nothing but pain just moments ago.
Her b*****s, confined within the corset, swelled tautly, and the tips tingled.
Unlike the earlier kiss that had torn through her like he was devouring her, Aidan now gently and carefully captured Floria’s lips.
As if telling her not to tense up, as if coaxing her to relax.
It was sweet and hot.
With a kiss as light as down, the tension in her body slowly melted away.
The space that had narrowed slowly opened up again as he pushed deeper inside.
“Huuuh······.”
Using the copious arousal from earlier as lubricant, he invaded her depths completely.
The flesh at her entrance stretched to its limit to take in his thick length.
Floria panted for breath.
Now that she had taken all of him in, it felt like a massive stake had been driven into her body, leaving her unable to move an inch.
But once he was fully inside, it no longer hurt.
A deep, dull ache began to pool low in her abdomen.
“Haa, haa.”
“Does it still hurt?”
She shook her head.
At that, he gave a soft, amused smile.
“It’s so hot inside… it’s melting.”
That smile was different from the face of his that had only seemed frightening until now.
He, too, seemed to be enduring something—whether it was pain rising up or pleasure, she couldn’t tell.
The corners of his languidly curved lips twitched slightly.
He slowly pulled his hips back.
As he did, his length slid out, scraping against her inner walls.
What had been unbearably ticklish just moments ago now sent sharp jolts of pleasure shaking through Floria, as if that previous feeling had been a lie.
“Uung······.”
Instinctively, she chased after him in search of stronger pleasure.
She lifted her hips, trying to follow him as he withdrew.
Her bottom rose, rubbing his s***t against the spot that tingled.
He whispered,
“I’ll put it back in, so don’t worry.”
She wasn’t worried.
She couldn’t think of anything at all.
Only the sensation of him stirring her up from within remained inside her.
Before Floria could resist or say anything, as if fulfilling a promise, he slid back in.
“Ha, haa.”
The sound of the man’s breath brushing against her ear was terrifying.
She instinctively wanted to run away, but her inner walls, already feeling pleasure, refused to let him go.
Between her legs, clear fluid streamed out.
Whether it was from her, from him, or something else entirely—she couldn’t tell.
The unknown liquid clung to his dark pubic hair and hers, creating white froth.
“Your Grace, Your Grace the Grand Duke.”
Just as the rumors said, the man was rough and unyielding.
