“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”

His hard p*nis tore fiercely through her flesh like a metal rod. Ines screamed as it slammed repeatedly into her cervix.

“Ugh, haat!”

A rough hand grabbed Ines’s pelvis and pulled her into a position where only her b*ttocks were left hanging limply. Without hesitation, the p*nis, which had partially withdrawn, entered again like a snake burrowing into its burrow.

“Ah…”

The p*nis entered so deeply that she could feel her stomach being filled up. It paused for a moment, then moved back and forth fiercely again.

She could feel it pressing so tightly against her v*ginal walls that she could feel its veins. She knew her flesh would clench involuntarily every time it pulled out.

“Ah, Lou, Lucien…”

Ines called out weakly to the man standing behind her, but there was no answer. Only the sound of heavy breathing reached her ears.

Gripping the bedding, she pushed with her toes as the sensation surged again.

“Hmph, uhh!”

Each time his gl*ns thumped deep inside her, it felt as though her brain was being shaken. Every time he pressed hard against that spot, her lower abdomen tightened.

“Ah, ahhhh…”

“Haa…”

Ines trembled and gasped for breath as the p*nis penetrated her so deeply.

Saliva dripped from her parted lips, but nobody paid any attention. She reached out to Lucien, who had lost his sense of self and was thrusting wildly.

As if he had been waiting for her to do so, he quickly grabbed her slender arms. When he pulled her towards him with all his might, her waist arched like a bow, forcing the p*nis deeper inside her.

“Huh, uhhh!”

She reached her peak in an instant. Ines shuddered in sporadic waves of dizzying pleasure, her body trembling as she came. The bedding was already drenched, leaving no trace.

He drew her close, his arms wrapping around her trembling form. Her br*asts flattened beneath his large hands as his fingers closed around her n*pples with an ease that felt almost possessive.

His tongue grazed the nape of her neck where she lay, caught like prey. With the precision of a predator seeking its target, he traced her sensitive skin before gently catching it between his teeth and nipping it.

The pressure left an imprint of his bite, and then his lips sealed over the spot, drawing deeply until a flush of blood bloomed beneath the surface. It was an unmistakable mark of possession.

Flutter, flutter—the body in his grasp jolted and writhed. And with every movement, the arms wrapped around his upper body only clung to him tighter.

“Ugh, Lu, cien. Ahhh!”

The man who had been holding her br*asts as though they might burst suddenly lowered his hands and gripped her lower abdomen instead.

This made the p*nis inside her feel even more exposed. She gasped at the relentless pressure as he dug in, as if trying to insert not only the base of the sh*ft but also his t*sticles.

Once again, she was being forced towards climax. She dug her fingernails into the strong forearms that were wrapped around her upper body and lower abdomen.

“Ahhh!”

As if her screams had been a signal, the man who had thrust his p*nis deep inside her pulled back suddenly. As her swollen v*gina contracted, her flesh trembled as if trying to hold him inside.

The p*nis that had just been pulled out made a thud as it entered again. From then on, the man gripped Ines’s upper body and thrust upwards without hesitation.

Each time he thrust, a weak stream of water spurted from between her legs.

“Huk, huk.”

His ragged breathing brushed against her ear. Even through her haze, Ines could feel him driving toward his peak, her inner walls tightening around him in response.

“Whew…”

Ines dug her nails deeper into his arm, overwhelmed by the pleasure surging through her. She had to do something—anything—for it felt as though she might lose consciousness again.

Each thrust landed with such force that her whole body seemed ready to lift from the bed, the sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing in her ears.

Then, his teeth closed over the curve where her neck met her shoulder. The bite was firm, almost primal—like a tomcat seizing a mate to keep her from escaping.

Every time he entered her, scratching her v*ginal walls with his p*nis, her b*ttocks twitched involuntarily. Unconsciously, she thrust her b*ttocks back and forth in time with him.

She wanted him to *jaculate inside her quickly.

“Ha, big!”

He continued to thrust fiercely while biting her neck. Suddenly, he stopped to *jaculate. She could feel the intense sensation of his s*men spurting inside her.

This brought Ines to climax, a burning heat spreading through her.

“Ugh, ugh!”

She threw her head back, the only movement she could manage was pressing the back of her head against his chest. Yet she couldn’t stop the wave that crashed over her.

How could she not revel in the bliss of being filled by the man she loved? And if this were to be the last time, the sweetness of it would only cut deeper.

Ines tightened her v*ginal muscles to stop the s*men flowing out. Then she felt his p*nis throbbing inside her. Although she knew it was merely instinct, she felt love for that small movement.

After a moment, she gently pushed his arm away and slowly pulled his p*nis out of her. She knew he was about to lose consciousness.

“Ugh, ugh.”

That alone sent a shiver through her already hypersensitive depths. As Ines edged forward, a sudden grip closed around her waist, spinning her around.

The abrupt shift made him slide partway within her, the motion grazing her inside walls—and the sensation was enough to draw a faint, involuntary climax from her.

“Ah, no!”

Her body quivering, she felt his s*men leaking out of her. Instinctively trying to prevent it from spilling out, she clenched tightly.

Unaware of the shadow that had fallen over her, she lifted her head in surprise at the sudden sensation of it sliding back inside her after being partially withdrawn.

Clear blue eyes, bright as the open sky, gazed down at her. Under other circumstances, she would have been filled with joy at the sight.

But now, she could only offer a faint, bitter smile. Those eyes were still empty, like a man whose soul had long since fled.

“Lucien…”

Almost without thinking, Ines reached out to the man gazing down at her, cupping his cheek. She would never have dared to do this under normal circumstances, but she found the courage because she knew it would be the last time.

Although she had touched him during their lovemaking, she had never before laid a hand on his face. His skin was astonishingly smooth beneath her palm.

She lingered there for a moment, savouring the sensation, before pulling her hand away. She had vowed to end her lingering attachment today. As she watched, his eyes drifted closed.

As soon as his blue eyes vanished from her vision, she felt a heavy body press down on her. This was a frequent occurrence, so she whimpered and slipped out of his embrace with practised ease.

As soon as she stepped under the bed, s*men gushed out of her. She tried to close it, but it was difficult because it had been stretched to accommodate his p*nis for almost three days.

Ines quickly found her underwear, put it on, steadied her trembling body, and got dressed.

“Ugh.”

After days spent in his rut, her skin felt unbearably sensitive, as if it were being brushed by something unseen that made it tremble of its own accord.

Dressed and ready, she moved to leave the room. The motions were so familiar that she didn’t need to think; her feet carried her by habit. But today, that final step refused to come.

Instead, she lingered, her gaze drawn to him as he lay sprawled across the bed, deep in sleep. His breathing was steady and his sleep was undisturbed. Watching him in silence, she whispered in the faintest voice.

“…I loved you, Lucien.”

It was the same confession that she had whispered to him throughout the rut cycle whenever her mind was clear, but speaking it before leaving hurt far more this time.

The words made her tongue ache and she pressed her lips together, brushing her tongue along the inside of her mouth.

Even though he would never hear it, the confession carried a weight unlike any other. In this moment, she truly felt the reality of leaving him behind.

The three years of secret nights that he would never remember would now exist solely in Ines’s memory — and there they would remain, forever.

But that didn’t feel entirely like a bad thing. After all, she would be the one to keep them all.