Chapter 57

Sticky heat began to seep from their joined bodies. The feeling of his heated length pressing apart and forcing through her inner walls sent a sharp chill through her. Each time the wet friction continued, the fl*id leaking from her dampened the sheets thoroughly.

Heat began to sheen across the fine, tightly defined muscles of his splendid abdomen. This was more urgent than usual. Carlisle moved tirelessly, like a male lion in rut mounting the female over and over again. Each time he thr*st, he seized one handful of the br*asts swaying in round motions, then took her stiffened n*pple into his mouth and worried it between his teeth.

“So pulling away was all an act too. You’re going to cry from how much you like it, so why did you bother resisting?”

Before the tears gathering in her swollen eyes could even trail down her cheeks, Carlisle’s lips swept them away. When she writhed at the ticklish touch, Carlisle drove up powerfully with his muscled hips. It was enough that she could feel the full presence of that aroused flesh pressing against her sensitive inner walls.

At the force pushing into her, her pale, slackened body shook. The sight of her ample br*asts swaying up and down was maddeningly suggestive. Before she could even grasp the thread of reason, Carlisle took one of the broad br*asts into his mouth. He licked at the *reola with his tongue, sucked in the pale flesh, and worked it slowly.

Yvonne’s body trembled from the stimulation created by those lips that kept sucking at her again and again. As the blunt head pressed deep inside, pleasure surged up together with pain. She did not want to admit it, but she was sobbing from the pleasure he was giving her.

The wet sounds alone were enough to excite her until her mind went hazy. Carlisle swallowed Yvonne’s lips as she moaned and leaked fl*id, and he did not stop moving.

The hand she stretched out to push him away dug into his forearm. In the moment his heavy length seemed to withdraw only to drive back in with force, her nails sank in even deeper. But even that faint pain merged with her rising excitement, and a sharp pleasure spread through her entire body.

“Hahng! Haa….”

With a hand slippery from sweat, Yvonne clung again to his broad back and gasped for breath. As her body, driven by his force, was about to tip backward, his strong elbow stopped it. Cradling the back of her head gently to keep her from slipping away, Carlisle pressed his large body even closer against hers.

Their lips met again. His slick tongue wandered frantically through the inside of her mouth like the thing thrusting into her below. One large hand supported the nape of her neck and shifted the angle slightly as he continued the thick, clinging kiss.

“Hngh. Ngh.”

As Carlisle moved his tongue so deeply that it caught her jaw and pressed at her cheek, a restrained m*an slipped out. Even in the midst of that, Carlisle kept moving his hips with the strength of his firm lower body, his thick tip plugging the narrow entrance as he thr*st.

Then Carlisle straightened his upper body, and both of Yvonne’s thighs were caught in his hands and lifted into the air.

Caressing her trembling thighs slowly, Carlisle placed them one by one over his shoulders. At the same time, the engorged length lined with bulging veins pressed in, spreading her open and driving deeper.

“Mm, Car…lisle. This position, ahh….!”

Straightening his waist, Carlisle stroked the slender legs draped over his shoulders and moved his hips. His slipping hand trailed over the flat curve of her abdomen that held him fully inside.

“So you can feel it better. It reaches all the way here.”

His fierce gaze rested on her face as she trembled and held back her voice. The length thrusting in and out of her was pounding so deeply that the place below felt almost numb.

“Mm, what kind of excuse is that…! Haa.”

Yvonne, shaking as she struggled to endure movements now far deeper and faster, kept releasing quick breaths. A thin, trembling sound escaped from lips she could not quite close. Though she begged under the overwhelming pleasure, Carlisle only snapped his hips more broadly, as though telling her to follow what instinct demanded.

The sensation of him rubbing hotly along her inner walls made her spine sting. As her entrance and the tip of him slowly tangled together, sticky moisture dripped down.

“Hahng, there, it’s too deep. Mmm….”

Yvonne’s body trembled as if about to shatter. Feeling an unknowable satisfaction at that sight, he drove himself all the way into her deepest place.

“Don’t say weak things. You like it more than before.”

She had no answer even to the man’s clear mockery. The more force he put into his movements, the more sharp pleasure spread through her whole body. Her loosened limbs could do nothing but be swept helplessly by the pleasure crashing over her like waves.

Like a herbivore staggering while a beast of prey tore at the back of its neck, Yvonne shook helplessly. The pink n*pples, swollen from being bitten by him again and again, swayed in a lewd way.

Carlisle gazed fixedly at Yvonne’s face as she let out heated breaths. The strange little sounds spilling from her, at odds with her pure features as if drawn in fine lines, only stirred him further. Each time he worked inside her, the gathered wetness made his heart pound like a madman’s.

Carlisle tried to seize the final edge of his reason. He felt like a lunatic crazed over thrusting, utterly unlike the man who was always rational and cold.

At the moment, he wanted to hold her all night and act entirely on instinct.

“Ahh, mmm! S-stop.”

In the heat-filled room, the warm breaths they both released drifted through the air. The aching pleasure beyond its peak turned her mind to mire.

Yvonne’s gaze, flushed red with shame, turned aside. At once, a firm command landed like punishment.

“Don’t turn your head.”

“Just do it quietly.”

Carlisle was beginning to feel irritated.

His wife’s stiff manner, as though she were spreading her legs for him only unwillingly, subtly wounded his pride. Lowering his hand, he stroked his palm over her parted s*x and slid upward until he found the hardened little bud, rubbing it gently with his fingertips.

Pleasure like lightning rang through her head.

“Hahng…. Ngh.”

“I hate people who show no sincerity more than anything.”

The blunt tip of him, while his hips moved fiercely, kept rubbing the same spot again and again. Beneath where his hard abdomen pressed to her, the obscene sounds of flesh striking flesh continued for a long while. The moisture flowing between them made the disorderly sounds even worse.

“Hah…. Hng, ngh!”

“Hoo, this is maddening.”

Reading the shudder of her inner walls, Carlisle drove himself in hard. The thick flesh that seemed to be swallowed into her narrow opening rubbed through her inner walls as if rampaging there. Yvonne trembled as she let out a m*an.

Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, shining wetly with pleasure, and rolled down. Then the movement of his hips changed into smaller, sharper thr*sts.

“Haa, mm…!”

Putting strength into his thighs, Carlisle went on thrusting as if he would swallow Yvonne whole. Her vision shook wildly. The muscles in the back she was clinging to twitched a couple of times, then his body stiffened. At the same time, he buried the tip deep inside her and released thick seed there.

Yvonne sagged down as if collapsing and dragged in rough breaths. When the thick length pulled out from her tightly filled heat, it left behind an oddly hollow feeling instead. The thing that had stirred through her so freely still had not diminished in the slightest even after he had finished.

At the end of Carlisle’s gaze, as he looked down silently at Yvonne’s stunned body, a trace of liquid that had not fully spilled gathered there, then slowly slid down her thigh.

When he swiped it upward with his index finger, Yvonne, limp from exhaustion, flinched.

“Now that it’s done, please leave.”

“So you still don’t properly know the temperament of the husband you’ve lived with. I’m the sort who does everything thoroughly.”

Carlisle smiled arrogantly, the line of his mouth lifting in a mean curve.

“Just once is far from enough.”

* * *

A week later, the construction of the Rain annex was finally finished, and the workers withdrew.

It happened at the same time Harold, who had been rushing over to the annex for nearly two weeks and yelling all manner of things in irritation, telling them to be careful because it was noisy, finally fell quiet.

A loyal servant who had guarded the family for many years, he had instead been almost insultingly rebuked for what he considered upright counsel, and more than anyone he was watching Yvonne’s conduct closely.

In particular, Harold’s pride had been wounded by the clash of wills he had had with the Duchess over the annex construction in front of all the servants, and he had not recovered face from it. He had reported the Duchess’s astonishing behavior to his master several times, but every time he heard the same answer.

‘Leave her be.’

Whatever in the world had happened for his master to leave the Duchess alone like that, it was certain that she must have threatened his upright master somehow. Still, one thing bothered him: the relationship between the two was slightly different from before.