The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 39
“No, no, you’re not…”
“I am.”
He interrupted her, his voice firm and resolute.
“Maybe not with anyone else, but when it comes to you, I am exactly that kind of bastard.”
Their faces were so close their breaths intertwined. When Psyche tried to turn her head away, Serdin grasped her chin, forcing her gaze back to him. His darkened golden eyes, filled with unbridled desire, bore into her trembling pupils.
“…Don’t forgive me. Ever.”
In an instant, a dizzyingly rich scent enveloped her. His lips suddenly seized hers in an ambush. Despite the vulgar words those lips had just uttered, their touch was surprisingly soft.
“Mmph…!”
He opened his mouth wide, nearly swallowing her lips whole as he sucked on them. Through the slightly parted gap, his thick tongue slid in without warning, capturing her bewildered tongue in an instant.
Like a child eager to succeed but clueless about how, Serdin kissed her with desperation. His tongue tangled with hers, his lips pressed against hers, and he let out low groans as their mouths connected. Wet, squelching sounds escaped through their joined lips.
But it seemed that wasn’t enough for him. Tilting his head, he delved deeper into her, forcing her lips further apart. Their tongues entwined so deeply that the base of her tongue ached. His thick tongue dominated her from within, and Psyche shut her eyes tightly, her fingertips trembling. It felt as though she was being devoured whole by a large, feral beast, sending a chilling shiver through her. She could feel his burning desire radiating from him.
“Haa… ngh…!”
When her head bumped against the wall from his aggressive movements, he shielded the back of her head with his large hand, as if to protect her. The urgency in the way he pulled her tightly against him was palpable. The overwhelming heat emanating from him made it hard to breathe.
As Psyche twisted her head frantically and hit his shoulder, his lips finally parted from hers for a moment.
“Se-Serdin, mmph…!”
“Stay still.”
With her lips still captured by his, Serdin whispered in a voice so rough it seemed torn. He gripped the back of Psyche’s head even tighter, as if forbidding any resistance, pressing his body flush against hers without leaving a single gap. Unsatisfied even then, he slid his knee between her legs, locking her in place entirely.
Psyche, crushed under the unyielding muscle of his stone-like frame, could do nothing but endure the relentless assault of his kiss. Her lips throbbed from the forceful suction, and the inside of her mouth was ruthlessly explored.
The wet sounds of mingling saliva and the rasp of their heavy breathing filled the air around them. It wasn’t just her lips or tongue; even her ears felt violated by the intensity. She shivered as she felt a rush of arousal dampen her thighs.
Barely suppressing a moan that threatened to escape, she suddenly felt his hand, which had been gripping her back, slide up her spine and then abruptly seize her chest with a firm grip.
“Ahh…!”
A heated gasp escaped through his clenched teeth. Serdin kneaded her chest with a fierce strength, his relentless motions inside her mouth continuing without pause.
Caught up in the feral, uncontrollable rhythm of his touches, Psyche’s face flushed crimson with rising heat. The thick, muscular thigh wedged between her legs moved roughly against her, and despite her will, her legs spread wider, her entire body blazing with feverish warmth.
Her grip on his shoulders faltered slightly, and in that instant, his large, firm hand slipped beneath her bra, sliding against her skin with an unrelenting touch.
“Aah…!”
His hand gripped her bare chest so tightly it felt like it might burst, kneading with a rough intensity that made her pink buds stand on edge. Reflexively, she grabbed hold of his wrist. The force with which he crushed her chest and sucked deeply into the recesses of her mouth made it hard to breathe.
Psyche dug her nails deep into the thick muscles of his forearm. In response, Serdin ran his tongue deliberately across the entirety of her mouth before pulling away, dropping his head slightly.
Chuup. A wet sound echoed as their lips parted, leaving a glistening silver thread stretching between them.
“Hah, I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to do this with you.”
Their lips, swollen and red from his relentless attentions, were evidence of his fervor. Psyche looked up at him, gasping for air, her reddened eyes resembling bruised rose petals. Reaching behind her, Serdin murmured in a voice thick with arousal,
“It is even better than I imagined.”
