My Beloved, Whom I Desire to Kill - 277

Her pussy was already so wet, he probably wouldn’t need to finger her before he went in.

—Ngh…!

He was completely mistaken. Even his fingers, which were slowly pushing inside, felt this unfamiliar and tingly.

The man’s expression, as he hesitated and fumbled along her vaginal walls, looked complicated. His raw lust had completely disappeared. It was clear he was remembering the time he had accidentally come without knowing who he was having sex with, only to panic and scratch it all out after he realized it was Giselle. Giselle’s own mind was starting to feel muddled.

—Edwin.

When he lifted his heavy gaze and their eyes met, Giselle glared sternly at him and tapped between her legs.

Stop daydreaming and focus on me.

A laugh burst from him, shattering the dark emotions on the man’s face. Edwin pressed his lips against her again. As his tongue swirled around her clitoris, the fingers inside her became bolder.

He added a second finger, scissoring them to widen her opening. When Giselle reacted by bucking her hips, he began to relentlessly work that one spot with his thick fingertips. With her erogenous zones being stimulated both inside and out, the pleasure that had been on the verge of its peak and then slid away surged back up in an instant.

—Hnngh, ah, ah, I’m going to…!

As her reactions grew more intense, so did Edwin’s excitement. He bit the surrounding skin, sucking it hard, and rubbed his tongue against the swollen, protruding nodule.

—Hnngh, if you stop, again…

She lowered her gaze, intending to threaten to kick him out, but couldn’t finish her sentence. Her eyes met the man’s, who was between her soaking-wet thighs. Edwin didn’t avert his eyes, even as he performed such a lewd act on her. His eyes, which had lost all gentlemanly composure and restraint, now gleamed with a dangerous, masculine wildness.

Finally.

Though she was the one being dominated, a thrill rose in her as if she were the conqueror, shooting Giselle up to the highest point.

—HNNNGGH!

Looking into Edwin’s eyes, she screamed out her climax like a wail and came. Shuddering from a climax deeper and longer than any she had experienced with just outside stimulation, she reveled in an ecstasy that felt like her body and soul were melting away like honey. It didn’t matter to her if his fingers slipped out of her spasming inner walls or not.

His wet hand gripped her waist. As he lifted her up, the tongue that had been tracing her clitoris drew a line down between her labia.

—Hup…

As a soft lump of flesh was pushed into her spasming entrance, Giselle’s half-closed eyes snapped open in surprise.

That’s something only that pervert used to do, isn’t it?

With his head completely buried between her legs, she couldn’t see his eyes. When she twisted her waist, she could only vaguely make out one of them. Even as she was shocked and covered in goosebumps, Giselle felt a sense of relief. Edwin’s eyes seemed to ask her, Do you hate it?

Of course not. The man whose excessive chastity had broken her heart was finally unable to control his lust for her. She was also happy to feel hot pleasure instead of dark, clammy regret building inside her.

—Aahhh…

Giselle didn’t just answer with a moan, but spread her legs wider, opening the way for him to freely explore her. His tongue pushed in deep and swirled wildly against her inner flesh. The skin that grazed her entrance was as smooth as velvet, and the sensation of the soft yet firm flesh going in and out was dizzying.

The squelching of wet skin, the sticky sounds of their bodies joining, and rough breaths intertwined within Giselle’s stomach. Edwin grew more and more voracious, to the point where it felt like a hungry beast was devouring her from below.

Giselle became a woman who was thrilled to be eaten alive. Before the climax could even subside, she let out another loud cry, and her thighs trembled, as she was completely conquered by pleasure. For a very, very long time.

As Giselle lay limp on the bed, Edwin pulled away. A transparent string, whether of saliva or her own fluids, stretched long from the tip of his tongue as he lifted his head. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked as relieved as someone who had quenched a burning thirst.

The moment he sat up, Giselle’s hazy eyes, still dazed from the lingering afterglow, sharpened. The head of his thick penis was thoroughly wet. He had gotten so excited from licking between Giselle’s thighs that his shaft was pressing upward, holding its weight.

Edwin ran a hand through the hair that had fallen onto the bridge of his nose at the end of their passionate foreplay and leaned down to Giselle. When the tender kiss ended, he whispered.

—From now on, we go together.

This was the moment she had been waiting for all night. Giselle wrapped her two legs around his waist and pulled him toward her. Hot flesh stuck to soft flesh. They both let out a short breath at the same time.

Edwin gripped the base of his penis and slowly rubbed the tip against Giselle’s vulva. As if he wanted to feel her exactly as she was, without going inside. But he kept moving it up and down without touching her opening.

As their bodies became wetter—a testament to their mutual desire—the man’s face flushed. Even the corners of his eyes turned a deep red. The expression he wore while rubbing his penis against a woman was incredibly lewd. Giselle felt lucky to be able to have this moment etched into her memory. The woman, completely bewitched, couldn’t tear her eyes away, except for the moments when the head of his penis touched her clitoris and made her twitch.

The foreplay stopped when he squinted his eyes and let out a small, amazed gasp of «God.» He opened a tin can she was sure she had been holding just moments ago, but had somehow ended up neatly placed on the pillow. He started to put on a condom, but perhaps due to his inexperience or the slipperiness from being wet, he fumbled a few times before he was finally ready.

Edwin slowly positions his naked body over hers. His firm chest softly crushes Giselle’s breasts as the tip of his penis gently presses against her entrance. Thump-thump. Their two hearts beat together where their chests meet. He looks into her eyes, a mixture of tension and elation, and whispers in a voice full of affection.

—I’m going in.

Giselle nods and wraps her arms around his neck. As soon as their lips softly meet, they pull apart, letting out a shared groan that sounds like both a sigh and a gasp of awe.

A part of the man slowly penetrates, opening Giselle up as he goes deeper inside.

Edwin Eccleston becomes one with Giselle Bishop. The man whose name was a symbol of love since the day she first lay in his warm embrace, but which had become a synonym for pain since the day that embrace became a sin.

They are gluing each other back together, right where they were once torn apart.

Giselle swallows back her rising tears. She doesn’t want to cry and miss the expression on the face of the man who is now inside her.

Meeting his gaze sends a shiver through her. In that moment, Edwin squeezes his eyes shut, his face contorted in agony. It’s a completely different kind of agony than the day he reluctantly penetrated her.

His face says he’s desperate to drive in deeper, but he stops halfway. The head of his penis is touching her cervix. Does he think that’s the end?

Giselle tightens her legs around his waist. She swallows a little more of his shaft, but her lower half feels sore before he can get all the way in. She lifts her hips slightly, and he slides in, burying himself all the way to the hilt.

When she throws her head back and moans, he seems to think she’s in pain and tries to pull out. Giselle doesn’t let go and puts her lips on his.

When the kiss ends, they look at each other with affectionate eyes for a long time, savoring the precious feeling of being completely one.

The man, who had been caressing Giselle and conveying his emotions only with his eyes, swallows hard as if he’s made up his mind, then opens his mouth to speak.

—This is my first time, so I won’t know unless you tell me. Please tell me honestly what you want and how you want it.

—I wouldn’t want to miss the chance for a mere lieutenant to command a colonel.

—I’ll obey you completely.

It looks like it’s going to be a thrilling night in more ways than one.

—If you don’t like it, say so. If you do, tell me that, too. Don’t hold back.

—I did, I do, and I will.

And so she spoke honestly without holding back. Edwin nips at her lips as if he finds her so charming he can’t help himself.

—Don’t hold back on telling me you like it, either.

—If I do that, you’ll have to listen to me every time I take a breath.

The man whispers with a pained sound, then takes a deep breath. His first thrust is about to begin.

—That’s a lie.

His eyes have changed.

Lorenz, of course it’s you.

She thought it was surprising he wasn’t so consumed by jealousy and lust that he’d take over his body, even after watching the entire process of her making love to the man he was so desperately jealous of.

When he still hadn’t appeared after the sex had begun in earnest, she had let her guard down, thinking he’d hold back just like he did with the kiss and beg to sleep with her after midnight.

No. He planned to subdue me from both the inside and out, so I couldn’t escape, and then hijack the sex.

Asure: Good morning, we didn’t meet the challenge goal. I’ll be doing the same thing this weekend… Stay tuned to see if you want an additional 5 chapters for this weekend. Have a great Monday.