The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 31
Knowing well how she would change like that, Floria, who had been lying down, jumped up.
“I’ll relax my body, so please, don’t touch me there.”
“You don’t want me to?”
“It’s not that I don’t want you to.”
Yesterday, she had leaned her whole body against him, pleading, “Please, let me go,” desperate to reach her climax.
With the same mouth, she couldn’t bring herself to say she didn’t want it.
“It’s not that, but… I become strange.”
I become someone who isn’t myself.
Her naked body clinging to a man, begging for pleasure—such a sight was unbecoming of a dignified Grand Duchess.
“That’s not proper.”
“It may not be proper, but I like that side of you.”
Of course he would.
Floria was well aware that Aidan enjoyed kneading her body, leading her to ecstasy.
According to a book she read during the day, men tend to prioritize their own pleasure, often finishing alone regardless of whether the woman feels pain or nothing at all.
But Aidan was different.
He would drive Floria to the brink of climax multiple times, making her plead, and only after she released a copious, lewd fluid between her thighs would he finally stop.
Though she was too embarrassed to resist now, knowing well where his caresses would lead, she trembled at the waist.
“Leave it to me.”
He gently pulled her waist to make her sit up, then spread her b******s.
Already teased all over with scented oil, the area between her legs was soaking wet.
“The book said that when a woman is aroused, she gets this wet. You’re clearly aroused.”
“Don’t say things like that!”
He sometimes teased Floria when she got excited.
In the end, unable to bear it, Floria blurted out her words and buried her face in the pillow.
Even though she had heard such humiliating words, she couldn’t understand why she was so aroused— on the contrary, wetness was leaking from deep inside her.
Aidan used her love juices as lubricant and ran his fingers through her folds.
His fingers sank between the tender, soft flesh.
When he scratched the delicate skin with his nails, it was both relieving and electrifying.
She wished he would scratch more.
She wished he would touch her more.
Unlike her mind, her lower body was filled with such desires.
Floria twitched her thighs and lifted her hips.
The hole that had been sore and torn, as if it would split from his large member just a few days ago, had now completely healed.
The opening that longed for a man’s member peeked open, waiting for his touch.
After quietly watching, Aidan lightly traced the twitching hole.
“Ugh!”
Floria, now sensitive from being accustomed to his touch, trembled while lying face down.
Her n*****s, exposed against the rough bed sheets, were brushed and felt even more pleasurable.
“Looks like you like this spot, huh? What did the book say about it?”
At his question, Floria, still pressing her chest against the bed, tried to recall what she had read.
The book… what did it say again?
Her mind, blurred by the excitement rising between her thighs, couldn’t recall anything.
“Have you already forgotten? Didn’t you read it yesterday? It said to put your finger inside and swirl it around before intercourse.”
She hadn’t forgotten. She couldn’t forget.
Last night, until late, she had trembled from the excitement of holding his thick fingers inside her and tightening around them.
“Shall we try that again today?”
As Aidan said this, his finger gently slid into the slightly wet opening.
Before, even inserting one joint of his finger had been painful and difficult, but now, after becoming accustomed to their nights together over the past few days,
Floria’s inside greedily swallowed his finger.
As if remembering yesterday’s caresses, it stretched to match his finger.
Aidan rubbed inside as if trying to carve his fingerprints there.
The delicate mucous membranes writhed.
“Ha…”
Floria let out an even redder moan with her crimson lips.
She wished he would go deeper inside.
Unable to bear the sensation any longer, she pushed her hips back.
She had thought that if she did that, his finger would be pushed deeper in.
But contrary to her expectation, Aidan’s hand quickly withdrew.
Feeling his fingertips scratch along her mucous membranes as they slid out, Floria, unaware of how embarrassing it was, shook her hips.
“Ugh.”
The sensation of pulling out itself was refreshing, but her hips lifted restlessly from the emptiness left by what had been filling her inside.
