The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 24
Looking down from above, his high-bridged nose and long eyelashes stood out even more.
“Keep reading.”
And then he buried his face again.
The lips that had just been giving firm commands now sank into her bare flesh.
It felt like her mind was going blank.
She was going crazy.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
The pleasure was so intense that her delicate body couldn’t endure it, and Floria’s effort to read the book was in vain as it slipped from her hands and fell to the floor.
Thud.
Her fingers clutched the armrest of the chair, trembling.
Her small hand clenched so tightly that the joints stood out clearly.
Seeing her thighs quiver as she couldn’t even hold the book anymore,
Aidan let out a deep breath. Even that was a kind of pleasure.
“It can’t be helped. Since you can’t read the book…
I’ll just have to go with what I imagine.”
Muttering to himself, Aidan then buried himself between her legs more roughly and ravenously than before.
“Ahht…”
“What do you mean, ‘as you imagine’?
Then what was the point of enduring all that shame to read the book?”
But before she could even protest, his tongue began to writhe.
At Floria’s sweet moan, Aidan didn’t stop—instead, he sucked even harder on her lower lips. Something clearly different from urine poured out between her legs, drenching the Grand Duke’s refined face. Drip, drip—the liquid that smeared his skin fell to the floor.
But there was no time to care about that.
She felt like she was going to lose her mind.
The nerves in her lower belly and thighs were pulled so tight, it hurt.
He licked her frantically. Something thick and hot pushed its way into her flesh.
It was none other than his tongue—the same one that had been exchanging saliva with her just moments ago.
His lips nibbled hungrily at her pink flesh as if devouring it,and his tongue greedily tasted the liquid that flowed from her opening.
“What… are you doing…”
Her delicate legs trembled helplessly, but it was no use resisting. Floria, not knowing what to do, reached out and grabbed a fistful of his tousled hair.
She had dared to grab the Grand Duke’s hair. The hair of the terrifying Aidan.
She wouldn’t have a word to say if he cut her head off on the spot.
It was something unimaginable, but there was no time to worry about the consequences now. Floria was thrown into unknown pleasure, gasping for air.
“Ahh, ah, ah, there—”
Something firm and springy pushed into her, stretching the narrow entrance—tight and untouched by anyone before—as if trying to drink up every last drop of the slick fluid flowing out from within.
She couldn’t even tell if she hated it or liked it.
“Ah, Aidan, Aid…an. Please, please—”
Each time his nose nudged the spot he’d previously sucked on with his lips, her insides clenched tighter.
Her muscles contracted as if remembering their last intense encounter.
And in that moment, release came.
“Ahhh!”
With a loud moan, Floria’s chest heaved, her gown nearly slipping off from the tremor—yet she didn’t even notice.
The inner walls of her passage clenched so tightly it felt like they might cut his tongue.
But Aidan didn’t back down. He drove her all the way to the edge.
Her walls quivered uncontrollably.
The climax was so intense that her back arched in a spasm—then, thud, Floria slid from the chair down to the floor.
Aidan gathered her limp body into his arms.
“Ha…”
With a long sigh, she looked at him through dazed eyes.
Her face was flushed deep red, the blush spreading all the way down to her heaving chest.
Aidan gently gathered her in his arms and laid her down on the bed.
Still unable to escape the overwhelming pleasure that had nearly torn her apart, Floria’s vision was unfocused.
Her legs were parted, hair disheveled, and her body sprawled across the white sheets like a red flower in bloom.
“Haa…”
Her bare body was fully exposed under the candlelight.
It was embarrassing—but her strength had left her, and she couldn’t even bring herself to cover up.
