The Sand Bride - Chapter 30
But now, those teal eyes clung to him like a plea. Of course, the moment their gazes locked, she quickly averted hers again.
“Yeah.”
Karzhen cleared his throat, as if sand had clogged it. But he didn’t mind. In fact, he liked it. Maybe coaxing her like this was better than grabbing her hair or snarling when she got teary.
Rolling his tongue in his mouth, he smirked—his usual expression—and tugged the fabric clinging to her thighs, letting it fall completely.
Her limbs flailed slightly as the cool air hit, but when his fingers slid between her legs, she stilled.
“Ah…….”
One hand massaged her folds while his mouth descended on her swollen b*****s. Esther clenched her fists, eyes shut tight.
The daylight made every sound sharper—the wet suck of his lips, the bite of his teeth before his tongue swirled lazily over her n*****s.
Each time he nipped, she shuddered, her shoulders jerking. The sounds she made weren’t pain—something sweeter. Karzhen chuckled, pleased.
At first, he suckled gently, teasing her hardened peaks with light nips that made her squirm. Then his fingers, still stroking her slit, slipped inside, rubbing slow circles.
Esther bit her lower lip, breath hitching. His thick fingers lingered near her c**t, refusing to go further.
Her legs clenched and spread helplessly around him. Whimpering, she tossed her head.
“Hah…….”
Her body, well-used by now, dripped eagerly. Enough to wet his fingers and drip onto the marble. But Karzhen avoided the most sensitive spot, circling just around it.
Esther’s hips lifted slightly, then dropped—repeating the motion in frustration.
Finally, Karzhen lifted his head. With deliberate slowness, he dragged his palm up her soaked folds and smeared the wetness across her thighs.
Humiliation made her tremble, lips pressed tight.
But then Karzhen grabbed her wrist and forced her hand between her legs. She was already drenched, her vxgina twitching as if begging. Esther flushed.
She tried to pull away, but his grip was ironclad. Grinning, he pinched her n****e with his free hand.
“So eager. You play with yourself when I’m not around, don’t you?”
His mocking laugh stoked her shame. She shook her head weakly, but he ignored her, guiding her fingers to spread herself open.
When her thumb pressed against her c**t, her back arched sharply—a jolt of pleasure shooting up her spine. Karzhen didn’t stop. He pushed her index finger inside, curling it against her inner walls.
Esther tried to pull back, but when his other hand rolled her c**t, her hips jerked up desperately.
“Hahh……! Mm~ ahh……!”
Karzhen took his time, teasing her until her brows furrowed in frustration. It felt good—but not enough.
Her body, used to his rough, overwhelming touch, craved more. Whimpering, she pleaded with tearful eyes, but Karzhen suddenly withdrew completely.
“Ah…!”
Her swollen, dripping folds gaped pathetically. Her c**t throbbed, stiff and needy. Tears welled as she lay there, unsure what to do.
Her wetness had soaked even her a*s, the heat in her belly still burning. Her fingers lingered between her thighs, trembling—but she couldn’t bring herself to touch herself in front of him.
Karzhen watched her struggle with lazy amusement. When she subtly rubbed her thighs together, he laughed and forced them apart—then slapped her p***y.
“Ahhk~~♡”
Esther jerked upright with a sharp cry. The slap sent juices splattering her thighs. Her swollen c**t pulsed, her hole clenching as another gush spilled out. Karzhen snorted.
“Did you just come from that?”
“N-No……”
“Could’ve fooled me. Look at you—dripping down your a*s. Next time, you’ll come just from me looking at you.”
The truth made her turn away in shame. But when his fingers stroked her inner thighs again, her breath hitched.
Karzhen eyed her exposed c**t, his own c**k straining against his pants.
F**k, I want in.
His lower belly ached with need. Normally, he wouldn’t get this worked up over something so tame—but something about this girl made his blood boil.
Was it just their obscene compatibility?
Finally, he undid his pants and gripped her thighs. Esther flinched, her a*s twitching—expecting him to shove inside.
But instead, he rubbed just the head against her pxssy, teasing.
Panting, Esther glanced down at her own arousal, and Karzhen burst out laughing.
“You want it?”
