Chapter 32

Feeling that the strain in his lower body had reached the point where he could no longer endure it, Carlisle could only let out a self-mocking thought. Now, the thing swollen to its limit not only filled the front of his clothes tightly, but seemed to be roaring for release.

When he undid the buckle, what had been pressed down the whole time sprang out over the sharply pressed trousers.

Yvonne, who had been unable to even avert her eyes from the natural pressure he carried, swallowed dryly for a moment.

His shaft, so straight and upright it almost reached his abs, was a deep red unlike Carlisle’s pale face. The heated flesh, enough to make her eyes feel hot just by looking at it, had only just swollen, yet even the blue veins stood out thickly.

The tip, holding clear fl*id, jerked as if reacting, trying to burrow into the opening.

“When mine goes in here, then you’ll understand. Both you and I.”

When Carlisle, holding his *rect length, slowly traced up over the lips pressed tightly together as if sealed shut, her hips tensed on their own.

“W-wait a moment. No matter what, not like this….”

Perhaps finding her renewed protest deeply displeasing, Carlisle raised one eyebrow and, without a word, shoved himself in roughly, almost as if crumpling it inside.

It was too much, taking him after so long. Carlisle pressed a finger to Yvonne’s slightly furrowed brow, and in that state, wrapped one lean arm around her as he drove in the remaining half of his length.

“Mm, yours, ngh, is too big.”

“Then relax. It’s not like we’ve only done this once or twice.”

When the harshly aroused length went all the way to the root, her lower belly quivered. It felt as if she had gone back to their first night, to the day she first shared herself with Carlisle and cried because she could not handle his size.

She let out a pained sound at the foreign fullness stretching her inside tightly, but it seemed the same for Carlisle, as he too faintly creased his smooth brow.

“You’re still hot and tight.”

He drew his hips back and slowly pulled out the shaft he had thr*st in, about halfway. Even that alone was stimulation Yvonne could hardly bear. His movement was so slow it was almost maddening, yet even that was enough for her to feel everything.

“Mm…. Ahh. Carlisle, no….”

The more their bodies rubbed against each other, the more her lower belly throbbed painfully. At her broken, high-pitched m*ans, Carlisle briefly withdrew his lips only to press them over hers. At the same time, as if everything until now had merely been play, he snapped his hips sharply.

“Ah… ahng……”

Above her reddened eyes, trembling lashes fluttered weakly like helpless wings. With her waist slightly lifted, hot breaths scattered over Carlisle’s chest as he slammed into her hard.

She could feel tears, flowing by pure instinct, trailing down her flushed cheek. She swore she had never spent a night like this with him. Only a lewd body wrapped in nothing but desire convulsed at will, and her rising excitement made her heart race so fast it felt as though it might stop.

In her mind, hazily melting away, Yvonne thought of the Carlisle from the past. The only place she had ever been able to find warmth in that cold man was in bed.

Sleeping with him.

That alone had been what Yvonne could cling to, and the only way she could realize she was his wife. But even while joined with him, he had never held her with such fervor.

“Haah, mm, Carlisle, a little slower.”

Each time his swollen length pushed in and out, grinding through her tender flesh, obscene wet sounds burst out. Whenever the folds clinging to the sticky inner walls were pushed aside, Yvonne’s neck tipped back. The hole his blunt tip kept steadily driving into dripped hot moisture.

“For someone squeezing me this tightly, why are you trying to pull away so much?”

At the feeling of her soaking opening sucking him in and mouthing around him, Carlisle’s throat rumbled softly.

Eyes brimming with clear tears looked up at him. Strangely, now that he was joined with her completely, a stimulation too intense to put into words rushed over him. It felt as though some unsated sensation was boiling hot inside his chest.

“Haah, if this was meant to provoke me, then I’d say you succeeded. I’m getting quite worked up.”

Carlisle, taking her lower lip so fully it must have hurt, muttered the words. The muscles of the man’s back, as he held her delicate body, flexed.

“Haah…. Mm. Hng.”

At the blissful little sounds that seemed enough to melt his ears, Carlisle rubbed his lips against the slender nape of her neck. As he kissed and sucked again at the flushed marks he himself had made, she let out a pretty little m*an. Each time he stirred into the painfully narrow opening, clear fl*id trickled out.

Their joined bodies pressed together and were crushed again. Every time the drenched flesh collided, lewd sounds burrowed into her ears, and whenever he drove in so deeply it felt as if no further union were possible, the slap of his heavy sac against her soft flesh made her vision swim.

She should not have been aroused by an act so infinitely rough and far from gentle, but perhaps because it had been so long, the excitement she had tried to suppress surged up and turned her mind white.

Carlisle drove Yvonne on without giving her a chance to look away. The man who used to take his wife with an expression cold enough to seem icy was nowhere to be seen, and instead a beast filled with heat ruled over her body.

The hand gripping her br*ast moved savagely like a forepaw, and the rapid drive of his hips was as swift as a leopard kicking off the ground.

“Haht! Carlisle, a little slower.”

Carlisle licked up along the shell of her ear, flushed warmly with heat, and stroked her nub. Tears burst forth at once.

Yvonne trembled at the sensation of her inner walls being crushed. It felt as though her brain was boiling in unbearable pleasure. When she tightened unconsciously below, Carlisle murmured almost with a growl.

“You’ll drive a man mad. Are you planning to see results today?”

As her inner flesh clenched tightly around him, Carlisle furrowed his brow.

“Don’t bite down so much. You make it sound like you want me to spill the moment I put it in, but this much doesn’t excite me all that much.”

“I can’t take up the time of someone as busy as you. Since we’re doing this anyway, you can just finish quickly and leave.”

“Ha. I never thought I’d hear a virtuous lady say ‘finish quickly.’ Our noble Lily has been mixing with strange men, and now your mouth has gotten foul. Of course, one of them must be someone I know.”

“……”

At the sarcasm, Yvonne pressed her lips tightly shut. More than finding it hard to believe that this man had spoken such childish, taunting words, the mocking tone did not suit him at all.

“I’m trying to change now too. Like everyone else.”

When Yvonne glared at him with tear-filled eyes, Carlisle, who had paused his movement for a moment, brought his face close as if to kiss her.

The smooth line of Carlisle’s mouth hardened coldly.

“As I said, I warned you I won’t stand seeing my wife fooling around with another man.”

Yvonne flinched and swallowed dryly at his now much colder face. At that moment, he hooked one of her legs behind his waist and, as though resuming the act he had paused, drove his length in hard.

The flesh that rushed through her walls at once and struck all the way to the sensitive spot seemed to retreat slightly, only to stab in hard again. The coldly vivid stimulation was so sharp she could feel the shape of him clearly, and her hips jolted.

“Haht, mmng-!”

The fine bed rattled under the force of Carlisle’s thr*sts, which Yvonne could not withstand. Without any room for emptiness to return, his thick flesh pushed in, spreading her inner walls.

“You’re arrogant in everything you do.”

Her pale br*asts, spread roundly under the way he handled her, bounced obscenely. As Carlisle continued moving his hips, he grabbed and kneaded the plump flesh swaying like a flower in full bloom, and sometimes pinched the n*pples standing stiffly.

“That’s why you’re always getting on my nerves.”

He pressed his lips to her cheeks, flushed red with heat, then stuck out his tongue and licked up over her heaving br*asts. Rolling the slick peak wet with saliva around in his mouth, he followed each and every one of her reactions as she tried to hold back her m*ans.

It had been three whole years.

Having spent that time together, Carlisle had naturally learned, even without intending to, each other’s tastes and the places that drew the strongest reactions, and he knew every spot Yvonne liked.

“Then again, you want to leave me as soon as possible, so I suppose that’s why you’re squeezing my c*ck like this.”

It was an expression she had never seen before. There was something in the usually familiar man’s calm eyes. He was a man who became a little hotter in bed than usual, but he was not one who used this kind of vulgar language.

“Mngh-! Mm. Just be quiet.”

Yvonne, drawing a cute little crease between her brows, barely managed to force the words out.

The pulse of his ridged length writhing inside her made her lower belly ring dully. A m*an slipped from her at the pleasure she had been enduring, trying not to feel it. A sticky stream that had leaked out ran down her soft thigh.

Carlisle, brow furrowed, cast off his stray thoughts and focused on the act. At the sight of those moist, transparent eyes and the long lashes clumped together with tears, a wild urge to release surged up in him at once.

The louder the wet, slapping sounds grew, the shorter the interval between their bodies rubbing together thickly became. Lewd, messy noises burst out, and the movement driving toward cl*max grew more violent.

Carlisle, who had been rubbing every corner inside as if to drive his release into every inch of her inner walls, suddenly went rigid.

A groan like that of a suffering beast spilled from between Carlisle’s wet lips. As his well-shaped muscles rippled like water in motion, heat spread inside her as though boiling. Then Yvonne’s eyes shook at the sight of the sticky fl*id flowing out through the gap.