The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 19
“Huht······.”
Strangely enough, the tips of her b*****s, which normally didn’t have much presence, had hardened just from the man touching them a few times.
Floria caught her breath at the throbbing sensation.
As the man’s fingernail, which had been gliding smoothly over her soft, gently sloping skin, caught on her n****e with a slight tug—
“Ahk!”
Anyone could tell that her voice was soaked in pleasure, and the hand on her b****t grew even more persistent.
His fingertips teased the pink areola, and each time he flicked her stiffly raised n****e with his finger, Floria writhed.
Her insides were heating up.
Floria’s nether region, which had once ached from taking in Aidan’s large member, now seemed to have forgotten all those memories and flushed with heat.
Even though nothing had touched the throbbing sensation down there, her legs twitched and squirmed, and in a rush, her arousal soaked through her drawers as if she had wet herself.
She feared leaving a visible stain on the fabric.
But the man paid no mind to Floria’s worry. He was entirely fixated on her gently drooping, soft b*****s.
“So soft, hot, and squishy.”
The tender b*****s protruding from her slender body were completely different from his chiseled muscles.
As if fascinated, Aidan stared directly at them, his eyes clouded with lust.
Aidan, caressing the b*****s that curved gently downward with gravity, whispered through clenched teeth,
“Do you know how much I held back while you were lying down?”
Then, with his right hand, he slid it under Floria’s slender waist and lifted her up.
“Ah?”
Before she could even grasp what was happening, Floria found herself carried by his hands and moved onto the bed.
Thump—Aidan gently laid Floria down on the white sheets.
As he did, the front of her gown, which had been loosened earlier when he touched her b*****s, fell open, revealing her snow-white chest.
“I wanted to mess you up even more while you were unconscious.”
The thought that his gaze had been raking over her while she was passed out sent a chill down her spine.
As he stared at her pale skin glowing softly in the candlelight of the room, he swallowed dryly.
Floria, too, gasped as she watched his large Adam’s apple—something she didn’t have—move up and down.
He slowly approached and knelt on the bed.
Even though he was on his knees, Aidan, viewed from her lying position, looked enormous and intimidating.
“By-Your Grace the Grand Duke.”
“······What?”
Floria couldn’t bring herself to answer.
She was scared.
She was afraid it would hurt like that night, and the overwhelming sensations that made her lose consciousness were also unfamiliar.
But it was something Catherine had said, and it was also in the books.
A marital relationship was something natural that must be had, and it couldn’t be refused.
So, it was something she had to do.
“Um······.”
While Floria hesitated, he began to unbutton his shirt one by one.
During that time, Floria looked up at Aidan’s body.
The last time, she had been so tense that she hadn’t had the luxury of being able to really see him.
But today, he was taking his time removing his clothes.
As the white shirt parted, his solid chest was revealed. The sun-kissed skin was firm and broad.
That body had held me. So tightly, it felt like I might break.
Just moments ago, Floria had been trembling with fear at the thought of the act, but now, she had completely forgotten her own situation and could only gaze at his body.
Aidan, having undone all the buttons, tossed his shirt aside.
Just seeing his chest muscles was enough to amaze her, but the split abs below were even more unfamiliar. Unlike her soft, pliable stomach, his was distinctly sculpted.
Her gaze automatically dropped as she followed the line of his oblique muscles, trailing downward.
Floria then looked at the trousers he was still wearing.
Something even larger than she had remembered was bulging inside his trousers.
Ah, this won’t do.
She had read in the books that it would hurt at first, but eventually, she would become accustomed to it. However, there was no way she could get used to something of that size.
Aidan’s physique was completely different from the average men of Floria’s hometown, Alto Mole.
The men from Alto Mole were about the same height as Floria when she stood on tiptoe, but Aidan was so tall that she probably wouldn’t even reach him if she jumped.
With his broad shoulders and defined abs, he looked nothing like the men from Alto Mole.
No matter how she thought about it, it was impossible.
