“Hng, haah…”

The slender woman perched atop the large man’s thighs trembled constantly.

Even though he’d held her for quite a while, Laurencia couldn’t adjust to the menacing member inside her. She clung tightly to the man with a tearful expression.

Ashar embraced her back just as firmly, seemingly delighted by her clinginess, and kneaded the delicate body nestled in his arms without pause.

Even through all this, his straight eyebrows repeatedly furrowed and relaxed as her inner flesh twitched and squeezed him relentlessly below.

He’d barely held back from climaxing several times, his nerves stretched taut.

Moreover, the situation had turned out differently than expected, leaving his expression quite serious.

‘What kind of body is this, ugh!’

He’d assumed it would be easy since she’d bedded countless other men. He’d been confident that once he satisfied his vague curiosity, he’d never do something this insane again.

But.

“Haaah…!”

“Ugh!”

His body wouldn’t obey. His excitement soared without limit.

Her soft skin felt ecstatic no matter how much he touched it, and the saliva he’d tasted once only made him thirstier the more he savored it.

He felt intoxicated by some wicked drug.

Facing each other in their seated position, when her body—which had been trembling violently while gripping his c*ck buried deep in her belly—finally went limp, his contorted expression relaxed at last.

But only briefly. His body, addicted to the electrifying sensation, thrust his hips upward again despite his impatience.

Though his body’s lack of control tormented him, the eyes of this perpetually cold-blooded man grew increasingly lost in this euphoric pleasure.

“Mmmm!”

His hands, which had been leisurely rocking the plump b*ttocks he gripped fully, gradually quickened.

Between the voluptuous cheeks pressed tightly against him, his menacing shaft repeatedly plunged deep and withdrew.

Each time his c*ck—thoroughly coated with milky fluids—revealed its thick veins, her moans grew more intense.

Ashar, quickly drowning in pleasure so intense it instantly evaporated the complicated thoughts filling his head, urgently swallowed her lips and poured out a storm of kisses.

Unlike before, the small tongue now eagerly intertwining with his filled his belly with satisfaction.

Her luscious br*asts—tempting enough that he could suckle them all night without tiring—rubbed against his flesh, making his vision swim and his lips curl upward involuntarily.

‘More, I want to devour more. More, more.’

At that moment, Ashar realized.

He’d embraced a dangerous flower.

She was a trap of her own making.

* * *

She’d always thought nights were long.

Especially nights spent being ravaged by a merciless beast—those were even longer.

But tonight felt unusually short. Seeing the already dimming light outside, she felt a wave of regret.

Even while still impaled on that arrogant b*stard’s c*ck, she couldn’t understand what she regretted, but if she could hold back the rising sun for a moment, she would have.

One thing was certain—it wasn’t because she liked the man before her. Nor was it because he was exceptionally skilled, giving her these feelings.

If she judged purely by technique, Jedrian was far more adept.

But the difference was in feeling.

Comfort.

Yes, she felt comfortable.

She’d released her desires freely and moved her body however she pleased.

She liked the fact that no one forced her, that she didn’t feel violated, that she simply desired this act herself and craved the man before her of her own will.

Crossing that line the first time had been difficult, but once crossed, there was nothing left to hesitate about.

Though those inscrutable blue eyes had watched her all night, Laurencia only savored the l*st contained in that gaze.

All night she’d added fresh scratches to the man’s scar-covered body.

She’d clawed with her nails and gnawed on his shoulder.

Like a wanton woman who only craved carnal pleasure, she’d rocked her hips and swallowed his c*ck relentlessly as it drove into her from behind.

When large hands lifted her torso, she’d obediently risen and turned her head. When lips met seemingly on cue, she’d offered her tongue and swallowed his saliva.

She’d pressed her br*asts further into his ceaselessly groping hands and swayed her body like a lewd pr*stitute, relishing the reactions of a man beside himself with pleasure.

She loved that sense of superiority she hadn’t felt in so long.

This time when everything happened by her will felt thrillingly satisfying.

Letting him touch her body, craving him—none of it was anyone else’s will but purely her own.

That’s why she regretted this night ending.

When the sun rose and she dressed again, she’d have to return to being a dignified princess, showing no trace of dishevelment.

To survive in this imperial palace full of enemies on all sides, she’d have to keep all her nerves on edge again.

Watching the man thrusting his hips ceaselessly like a dog in heat, she reached out and cupped his cheek.

The face that obediently lowered seemed to understand her intent and kissed her.

Though they’d sucked and bitten all night, their joined lips devoured each other hungrily like it was the first time, making wet sounds.

She’d gnaw on his lower lip, then open her mouth to offer her tongue, then suck on the flesh pushing back in.

As their exchanged kisses grew increasingly fierce, unable to contain her excitement, she wrapped her arms tightly around the man’s neck.

Ashar then pulled her body close and twisted his head.

Simultaneously, the brutal thing that had been moving leisurely suddenly plunged deep into her innermost place.

“Ah!”

Ashar swallowed even the moan that burst through her clenched teeth, stirring his tongue more fiercely while also wielding his lower body.

Even while absurdly thinking his c*ck buried in her hot flesh all night might have melted, he rocked his muscled b*ttocks without pause.

Thrusting, thrusting again—though the repeated act was the same, the feeling changed moment by moment.

“Haah! Mmng, ahhng…”

At that moment, Laurencia’s reaction changed.

Her moans grew sticky and her breathing lengthened. She made coquettish sounds absolutely unlike her usual self, her face scrunching up.

Sensing the state of the woman who’d felt several climaxes, the man’s lips curled up faintly.

He didn’t know why, but watching her feel pleasure sent a more thrilling sensation through him than when he cl*maxed himself.

His blue eyes flashed wickedly, seizing the opportunity.

Quickly hunching his upper body and lowering his face, Ashar gripped her full br*asts marked with his red and purple traces and swallowed them whole in one go.

“Mmmm!”

Then as he sucked hard like he’d drain them dry, the inner walls gripping his c*ck churned violently without fail.

“Haa, haa… w-wait.”

Ignoring her plea, Ashar grabbed the hands trying to push his cheeks away and bound them, then put more force into the corners of his mouth.

Then he sucked hard on the br*ast flesh filling his mouth while his tongue roughly mashed the er*ect n*pple.

He now knew that ‘wait’ was just something she habitually said before climaxing.

And the meaning contained within was actually a request for more—to do it harder since her climax was imminent.

Having arbitrarily interpreted her words, the man charged forward even more vigorously like a stallion that didn’t know how to stop.

Then.

“Ahhng! Please, Ashar! Ahhh…!”

“Ugh!”

Finally reaching her peak, she let out a shrill cry and writhed with her whole body.

Without even time to appreciate her lewd appearance, when that sensual voice called his name, his spine tingled. Simultaneously, the crushing force threatening to sever his c*ck brought a sudden surge of ej*culation.

He tensed every muscle in his body with all his strength, but it was too late to hold back. The t*sticles holding his s*men twitched, on the verge of releasing.

He couldn’t pull out like this, so he tried desperately to endure, but he couldn’t hold back any longer against her intense reaction as she cl*maxed.

In the end, grinding his teeth, he endured to the very last moment before pulling his c*ck out at the critical instant.

Then he spurted white fluid all over her flat belly, already a mess with his seed.

Goosebumps rose on his rough skin, mostly muscle. Ashar threw his head back like a howling wolf and released a moan toward the sky.

Though this was already his fourth ej*culation, this euphoric feeling never grew tiresome no matter how many times he felt it.

Like the woman before him.

Slowly lowering his head, he saw the woman still panting, unable to escape the abyss of climax.

She looked incredibly lewd and lascivious.

And beautiful.

Enough to make him want to cover her again before she came to her senses.

Sunlight had already stretched long into the room.

But to the eyes of these two people still unable to escape their pitch-black l*st, that bright light felt only like moonlight harboring deep darkness.

Soon their gazes met first, and moments later, without anyone taking the lead, their lips joined again.

Simultaneously their g*nitals connected, and from between the teeth of the two people entangled like beasts, satisfied moans continuously flowed.

The l*st that seemed eternal and endless finally subsided only after the sun reached its zenith.