Violet Zerotta's Hasty Marriage - Chapter 29
“If that’s all it takes, I’ll do it as much as you want. It’s not even difficult.”
Aldrick, without the slightest hesitation, called Violet by the title she had wanted.
Violet, who had planned to tease him to her heart’s content when he called her that, was instead infuriated, as if her trick had been turned back on her.
Moreover, that title coming from his mouth carried an even more obscene tone than she had imagined.
“Do you know that every time I call you Noona, your insides clench so tightly?”
But before she could even feel frustrated, Aldrick moved to thrust himself even deeper inside her.
Every time Aldrick did that, Violet’s body jolted.
She wanted to say something, but no words would come out. Violet bit down hard on her lips, desperately holding back the intense sensations rushing through her.
Fearing she would lose her balance, she placed her hand on Aldrick’s chiseled torso, and as he supported her weight, he thrust his hips up once more. Smack, the loud sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room.
“Aahhngh!”
“What feels good? Tell me what you want, Noona. Hm? I think—”
Another forceful thrust.
Violet felt a faint climax rising for a brief moment. Her inner walls, regardless of her own will, clenched tightly around his member in pleasure.
“You seem to like this kind of thing.”
Violet resisted the climax pounding in her head. She couldn’t lose like this.
As a form of petty revenge, she suddenly sank her teeth into his shoulder, and he let out a low, groaning laugh.
‘You’re laughing?’
Violet wanted, somehow, to take the lead back into her own hands.
The heat of her arousal pushed her into bolder action.
She impulsively lifted her hips slightly. His member slid out halfway, creating a wet friction against her entrance.
“Are you trying to run away?”
Aldrick, annoyingly enough, still wore a composed smile.
“No.”
Violet looked straight into Aldrick’s eyes and slowly sank her body down deeply.
Seeing Aldrick’s eyes quickly blur with desire, Violet felt satisfied.
She repeated that motion a few more times.
It felt like the first time she had ever moved her body on top of him like this. Compared to taking him from below, the union felt twice as deep. With his manhood pushing into the depths of her belly, Violet felt as if even her bones were melting.
“You’re the one.”
Violet forced herself to gather her wits and tried to mock him.
“You’re the one who likes Noona doing this way too much, aren’t you?”
Perhaps her clumsy teasing hit the mark, because Aldrick immediately wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and stole her lips as if biting her.
His brows furrowed tight as he kissed her in the very middle of the act. He violated the inside of her mouth with his tongue, sweeping over the delicate mucosa as if it were his own. With the obscene suction as he drew her lips in, Violet’s vaginal walls clenched uncontrollably.
She didn’t stop moving her hips. By now, it was no longer about teasing Aldrick—it was the movement of her body chasing its own desire.
“Aldrick, Aldrick…”
“Kgh… Violet…”
Half sitting up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and shook her hips mindlessly. She felt like a terribly wanton woman, but that only heightened her excitement.
However, a moment later, Violet pouted with frustration from the unfulfilled thirst that just wouldn’t be quenched. The prodding deep inside felt maddeningly good, but she couldn’t reach her usual climax through her own movement alone.
Unconsciously, she clenched around him, twisted her hips, and bit him. She was no longer in her right mind.
“Aldrick, do something. Like you always do… nngh, deeper, ahh, harder…”
As she rubbed her hips against him and pleaded, he seemed unable to hold back anymore and lifted her, laying her down on the wooden floor. Even then, he supported her head to keep it from hitting the ground, and Violet returned that consideration with a passionate kiss.
The connection that had briefly been undone resumed as he slammed back into her. At the familiar pressure, Violet welcomed him by opening her body wide. She could see her leg, draped over his shoulder, swaying limply.
“I give up. Violet, ngh… I swear, if you told me to die, I probably could…”
As he thrust his hips, he whispered that into her ear. It was a voice too sweet for something being said while pounding into her like a stake. The junction where their bodies met was endlessly filled with obscene, wet sounds.
He had declared defeat, but in truth, it was a game with no winner or loser. As Violet approached a far-off climax, that’s what she thought.
The lovemaking of this inexperienced young couple, repeated endlessly throughout their honeymoon, showed no signs of cooling even after reaching its peak.
