“Please, stop… mmph…”

Cajetan silenced her plea with his lips, as if tired of hearing the same words over and over again.

“No, stop, I don’t want to. Is that all you can say, sister-in-law?”

He growled, his voice deep and threatening, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Mmph…”

“How about ‘That feels good’ or even ‘Do it harder’? Those would work too.”

“Mm, sob!”

As usual, his fingers slipped under her clothes. His hand caressed her flat stomach, then moved lower. Grace pressed her thighs tightly together, but her soft flesh offered little resistance, allowing his fingers to slip through.

He spread the plump folds of her flesh, slowly tracing the trembling entrance that was already quivering with pleasure. Perhaps it was because she knew exactly what sensations would come next, but her insides grew hot in an instant. Without a single finger penetrating, her sticky love juices were already coating the tightly sealed entrance and dripping out.

“Mm… ugh…”

Even the lightest touch, teasing the sensitive folds, drew moans from her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut, and Cajetan planted a kiss on her closed lids.

“Say ‘stop’ again, sister-in-law.”

“Ah, sob!”

His long fingers parted the slick, wet entrance and slid inside. Her legs opened instinctively, trembling. The pleasure-soaked walls twitched obscenely, eagerly welcoming the intrusion of something more.

His hand, which had completely silenced her lips, pulled away, but the thought of screaming was long gone from her mind.

“Haah, ugh…”

Her hips trembled uncontrollably at the touch of his fingers, which moved inside her with a familiarity far greater than her husband’s ever had.

Grace could only cling to his chest, overwhelmed by the way his touch sought out sensitive places even Velenus didn’t know existed.

“Touch me, sister-in-law.”

“No… mmph, ah!”

Just as she was about to utter her refusal, her lips were seized and bitten mercilessly. Cajetan’s teeth sank into the soft flesh with brutal precision, showing no sign of restraint. He brushed back her golden hair with deliberate slowness, his gaze sharp and unflinching.

“Say it again.”

“Stop… ah!”

Her lips were crushed between his teeth again. Unlike the gentle caress of his hand against her ear, his bite on her tender lips was hard enough to sting. Tears began to form at the corners of Grace’s eyes from the pain.

“Say it again.”

His icy blue eyes blazed with intensity, a stark contrast to the tears welling in her green ones. Seeing her tearful gaze, Cajetan’s expression softened slightly – even though he had bitten her hard enough to leave marks.

He extended his tongue and gently licked the wound he’d inflicted, his touch almost tender. The dull, throbbing pain sent tremors through her shoulders as she shivered uncontrollably.

“Sister-in-law.”

His deep voice, soothing as if to reassure her, was accompanied by the sudden withdrawal of his fingers from between her legs. Cajetan took his hand, slick with her love juices, and pressed it against Grace’s palm, rubbing it deliberately. The obscene w*tness spread to her hand, making her shudder.

“Slowly, try gripping it. Hmm?”

As he gently brushed her hair back, his lips trailed down her tear streaked face, gently wiping away the tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes.

“Ah… sob…”

Grace’s trembling voice broke, filled with both shame and helplessness.

Her delicate, trembling hand slipped into Cajetan’s trousers. He took her small hand, guided it to his p*nis and slowly closed her fingers around it.

The sticky sensation of his skin pressing against her damp palm sent a shiver through her.

The pulsing heat of his p*nis throbbed against her hand, each beat of his racing pulse unmistakable.

Grace’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling as she gasped softly, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Haah.”

A strained moan escaped through Cajetan’s clenched teeth.

“Sister-in-law.”

He growled, his voice harsh like a beast’s cry as he gripped her small hand tightly.

“Ah.”

Her hand, far too small to fully wrap around his size, sent a rush of heat through her abdomen.

The realisation that what she was touching was the same thing that had repeatedly stirred her insides with pleasure made her head spin.

Hot, shallow breaths spilled from her lips, stained with traces of blood, and she felt her n*pples harden under her dress.

“Ha… that feels good.”

His voice echoed, as if rising from deep within his chest, sending shivers down her spine.

The stickiness of the prec*m mixed with her wet fingers, making her hand slide smoothly as it moved up and down.

Grace stared blankly at the movement, the squelching sounds filling the room as the swollen, darkened head glistened wetly.

Cajetan’s arm muscles tensed and flexed as he guided her hand, moving it as if she were deliberately pleasing him.

“Ha. You don’t have to stare like you want it so much – I’ll stick it deep inside you.”

“I… I never… ahh!”

Grace’s voice broke into a sharp scream as the moment completely overtook her.

Startled, Grace hesitated and stepped back. At that moment, Cajetan shoved her roughly by the shoulders and she collapsed onto the bed. Before she could even gather her senses, her ankle was firmly grasped.

“Cajetan… please…”

With casual ease, he spread her legs, exposing her slick, flushed folds, glistening and red with love juices.

Her face burned just as brightly as she desperately tried to pull her dress down, but his gaze was already fixed on her lewdly exposed entrance.

“Don’t… don’t look.”

“Even your p*ssy is beautiful, sister-in-law.”

“Ah… sob…”

The humiliation made her feel as if she could die on the spot. Her eyes accidentally caught sight of his stiff, dark red p*nis standing proudly between his legs.

“Having always seen it wide open, to see it closed like that makes me want to taste it.”

“W-what are you…”

What on earth did he mean?

Before Grace could process his words, Cajetan lowered his head. Without hesitation, he lifted her voluminous dress and pressed his nose firmly against the space between her trembling thighs.

“No!”

The man gripped her flailing legs tightly, holding them still, and slowly dragged his tongue along her smooth folds.

“Ah… sob!”

A different kind of pleasure surged through her – sharper, more intense than when he used his hands.

His slightly rough tongue found her most sensitive spots, teasing and pressing before gently biting down on the tender flesh.

“Ah… mmn… hic…”

Grace’s hands instinctively reached for Cajetan’s hair, but she was too overwhelmed to push him away, trembling uncontrollably instead. His thick tongue moved deeper, as if scooping out the love juices that were building up inside her, sucking up the slippery liquid over and over again. Her whole body shook and convulsed at the sensations.