My Beloved, Whom I Desire to Kill - 274

—Do you dislike it?

‘How could he have such a calm expression while doing something he once detested?’

—It’s, it’s not that… Oh, this… you… Ah!

She couldn’t finish her sentence as he immediately put his fingers back on her clitoris the moment she said she didn’t dislike it, but Edwin understood her perfectly.

—What do you take me for? A saint? Impotent? I have desires to touch a woman, too. I just don’t want to do it without love.

The reason he was so calm about something he once loathed was because he was in love. Her heart felt like it was about to burst, but she was still a long way from quenching her long-held thirst.

—So, gasp, every time you see me, did you imagine doing this?

—Did I only imagine doing just this?

Giselle smiled as if melting, welcoming the subtle yet candid lust he was showing her. However, her body stiffened.

—Ah, uh, ohh…

—Tell me if it’s too much.

Her body was sensitive, and even a small touch felt intense, but his touch was unbelievably gentle. While he had first touched the delicate nub with his bare hand to gauge its position, he now gathered the surrounding flesh and kneaded it, gently arousing the erogenous zone where her nerves were acutely concentrated.

He was as skilled as if he had been doing this for a long time. It was probably because of the memories of Lorenz. Giselle, who had brought up a pointless memory again, desperately bit and sucked on Edwin’s lips with her panting mouth.

But she couldn’t continue the kiss. The sexual arousal that had been building up finally soared to her head and completely consumed Giselle. As the world swam before her eyes, as if she were submerged underwater, and all her senses faded, only the pleasure boiling between her legs remained vivid. Her mind was entirely focused on the nub he was rubbing, and only lust controlled her.

Edwin rained down pecking kisses on her open mouth as she gasped for air. It was unclear whether he was comforting Giselle, who was overwhelmed by her senses, or teasing her for treating him like a man with no lust, only to be harshly proven wrong.

—You’re beautiful.

—Ah… Edwin…

—That’s right, you’re doing great.

—Ah! Ah! Gasp.

—Don’t hold back.

She had thought she was more experienced, but after giving up control of her erogenous zones, she lost all initiative and was helplessly led by this man.

Giselle didn’t realize that as her body trembled and then lost its strength, the arms that were covering her chest had begun to slowly fall away.

Not until her bra was gently pulled down.

She grabbed onto it to keep it from coming off. She must have been doing great because he was looking at her breasts.

Now she understood why he had suddenly started touching her between her legs. This man had never given up on taking off her bra.

So Giselle didn’t hide the joy on her face, but her words were sulky.

—It was a ploy to get me to take it off, wasn’t it? How devious.

—Ah, you caught me?

By this point, Edwin had also figured out that she wasn’t hiding it out of shyness but as a part of a game. He playfully declared that he would definitely get rid of that goddamn piece of cloth next time, then, like a man determined to take her breath away, he grabbed the back of her head and pressed his lips against hers. His fingers in her panties never stopped for a moment.

—Ah…

Soon, her breath was so ragged that Giselle had to break the kiss first. As she bit her lip and writhed, trying to stifle her moans, Edwin whispered in her ear.

—Remember the story about the sun and the wind that I told you a long time ago?

‘Why is this man becoming so childish while he caresses my crotch?’

She frowned and glared at him, but then Edwin pressed his fingertip firmly on her clitoris and began to rub it vigorously. A wave of hot pleasure surged up from deep between her legs. Giselle sagged limply against Edwin’s body as she melted, finally realizing why he had brought up the fairy tale.

He wouldn’t take it off by force. He would make Giselle, whose body was on fire, take it off herself.

This was Edwin’s strategy.

But then, just as he said his plan, the man closed his eyes and stopped his fingers.

—I’m a scumbag, doing this to a kid I used to read fairy tales to.

—I’m not a kid.

Thinking he was turning back into a moralizing old man, she retorted defiantly…

—Then take it off.

It was a trap.

Edwin gently pressed on the pale flesh that was bulging out, squashed by her arms. He wanted to touch her body, yet his face showed no hint of lust. Should she trust his expression or his hands?

Giselle pretended to hide her chest but pressed down harder, making the flesh spill out even more. It was a sight that even she herself thought was extremely lewd. Edwin let out a small sigh and then, out of nowhere, gave her cheek a small bite.

‘Did that mean he wanted to bite her breasts?’

—Alright, let’s see who wins.

—Ah!

The three fingers buried in her flesh began to move again. They were ferocious, as if everything until now had just been a prelude.

The thin silk violently bulged, clearly outlining the thick knuckles. Even though she was wet, it felt as though sparks were flying every time his skin touched hers, and she felt like she was going to lose her mind from the heat.

As the climax, which was out of her control since it was in someone else’s hands, drew near, Giselle instinctively tensed her legs and squeezed them together out of a learned fear.

—It’s okay. You can come.

Edwin intentionally met her eyes and soothed her with words, all while using his knee to pry her thighs open. The fingers that had been pushed up descended as if they had been waiting. They rubbed against the thin membrane, covering her clitoris and moving at a frightening speed.

—Gasp, mmph…

The moans trapped and muffled in Giselle’s mouth became sharp and strained.

—Let me hear your voice.

He gently pushed her lower lip away from her teeth. As a sound escaped through the gap, his thick fingertip slid in. He was making her bite down on his finger so she couldn’t close her mouth.

—Ah, mmph, ahhh…

Edwin’s rough breathing mingled with the lewd moans Giselle was helplessly letting out.

‘Was he also getting aroused from the sounds of her giving in to her lust?’

She tilted her head back to look at him. The composure and self-control that had always been on Edwin Eccelston’s face cracked. Through that fissure, lust seeped out.

—…I like it.

Meeting his feverish eyes, she confessed how she was feeling in that moment, which was too intense to hold back. At that moment, the playful mask on Edwin’s face vanished.

—Hah, more, more.

Giselle decided not to hold back. There was no reason to be afraid of this climax. Because this was the first climax that Edwin, whom she loved, was giving her.

As Giselle became more active, the fingers buried in the folds of her flesh seemed to gain strength, pressing against her clitoris. The pleasure her lover was giving her was so ecstatic it was maddening, but the more she tasted it, the more unbearable the thirst for even greater pleasure became.

More. More. More.

She kept being greedy, but at some point, she couldn’t even breathe, let alone speak, like a person with water filling their throat. Her vision flashed, and the flesh between her legs cried out with electric jolts.

‘Now was the time’

—Ah!

In that split second of premonition, the heat that had been too immense to contain in her small body exploded, and the moment of climax arrived. She felt like she was going to faint. As she gasped for air, Giselle clutched Edwin’s arms as if they were a lifeline.

Her head was thrown back. Her back arched on its own. Her pointed breasts swelled and then fell with a large heave.

As the tsunami-like pleasure washed over Giselle, the thirst was swept away and vanished. She was left limp as if her body had also been swept away, held in Edwin’s arms. He ran his hand over Giselle, who was still dazed and panting, with eyes full of love, and asked in a low voice.

—Did you like it?

—It was the best…

Edwin pressed his smiling lips against Giselle’s and whispered.

—So far.

It was a vow that he would give her an even more intense climax tonight. He peppered kisses on her cheek, which was raised in a smile. Giselle was the one who was breathless from the climax, but Edwin’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

—You’re beautiful.

Realizing his gaze was below her neck, she lifted her head from his shoulder to look. Her breasts, which were heaving with every breath, were completely exposed.

When did I let go of my arms?

She couldn’t remember.

But why were her nipples so erect?

The reason that had been drowned in the ecstasy of her climax came back to life, and this time, she was genuinely embarrassed. She was naked and aroused in front of a man who was still neatly dressed, even with his tie on.

She tried to cover her breasts again, but Edwin pulled down the bra that was hanging on her wrists like handcuffs, so she couldn’t even reach them.