The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - chapter 8
“Please, for the sake of your poor parents and sisters waiting here, never go against his will. Accept everything he does. The night will be painful, but endure it—for the family.”
Mother warned me not to provoke the tyrant, Aidan, but she didn’t even need to say it in advance.
If his teeth, said to be strong enough to tear through a wolf’s hide with bare hands, sank into my soft flesh, I would die on the spot.
I never intended to resist him.
…At least, not for a while.
“Ugh…”
However, I never knew that the pain at night would mean something like this.
When his fingers swept up the bare skin of my thigh exposed above the garter belt, the softly rounded mound twitched. It tickled. Letting out a small moan, Floria looked up at him.
The man before her was looking down with a twisted smile.
“Hmm…”
What is he planning to do?
Floria’s long eyelashes quivered.
Aidan, who had been silently gazing at her delicate and lovely figure, like a small prey caught in a hunt, furrowed his lips.
The skirt had already been lifted to her thighs by his touch, revealing her pale skin.
Floria’s private area, barely concealed by her drawers, was exposed. Her legs were tightly pressed together, creating a suggestive line.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
Aidan’s gaze, fixed between her plump thighs, was so intense it felt like it might leave a burn. His eyes skimmed over her bare skin as if licking it.
“Only at this moment.”
It feels strange.
Just the way he looked at her was terrifying yet thrilling.
As Floria looked up at him, something tightened deep inside her, and a sudden surge of sensation sullied the space between her legs. She gasped at the unfamiliar feeling.
“What… is happening to me…?”
She had no idea what she was doing. This was not something she had ever learned from her tutor.
She loved books, but she had never read one with content like this. Even in romance novels, the most a man did to the woman he loved was give her a light kiss and hold her hand as they walked together.
However, at this moment, he was pulling aside her clothes as if he were about to devour her.
Aidan grabbed both sides of her cotton drawers and tugged at them.
The soft fabric stretched roughly on both sides before ultimately giving way under Aidan’s strength and tearing apart.
It was an incredible display of strength. No matter how thin the fabric was, tearing pristine, high-quality lingerie as if it were mere paper was astonishing.
However, there was no time to be surprised by his strength.
The mound, covered in curly pubic hair, unfolded beneath his eyes.
“I’m embarrassed!”
Floria screamed as she lowered her hand.
That was a filthy place.
A place that should never be seen by anyone’s eyes.
Floria’s hair was a fiery red.
When she stood under the sunlight, her wavy hair would shine with the rich hue of a sun-ripened orange.
And now, even without any bright light, the hair below was the same shade of orange.
Aidan swept his hand over the place, coarser and rougher than her hair.
She had never touched herself in such a way.
“So soft.”
“Having said that, his fingers, losing patience, pressed into the gap between her split ones.”
“His fingers, still lacking moisture, pushed into the mucous membrane. The dry skin was pressed against his rough fingertips, and a pain different from the sensations she had felt until now was experienced.
‘Ah…!'”
Floria’s moan made him raise an eyebrow.
“Does it hurt?”
“…Yes.”
When she nodded, Aidan lowered his head and looked at the place.
She wanted to run away as the distance between them grew close enough for her to feel his breath, but having already been caught by him, she couldn’t move.
Just the gentle sweep of his breath over the soft curls made the space between her thighs tighten.
The muscles deep inside her, ones she hadn’t even realized were hidden within, clenched tightly.
Every time that happened, a rush of hot liquid spilled between Floria’s thighs.
As if she had embarrassed herself, the space between her thighs grew uncomfortably damp.
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
Aidan pushed his hand between her thighs and spread them apart.
