Chapter 4.3

Damian slowly nudged his p*nis into the opening. The tip slid in easily but caught at the narrow entrance. He entered very slowly, gently, inch by inch.

“Ah!”

Even though Damian was being gentle, Berry felt breathless. The pain surged through her as if something was being hammered below. Damian gave her time, waiting with his length inside her.

“Berry, Berry… you’re so beautiful I could die.”

“Ahn, ah.”

“Does it hurt a lot? If so, tell me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

As she tightened around him, Damian’s eyes narrowed. Berry kept taking deep breaths, trying to endure. She didn’t want to stop now. She hadn’t yet experienced the hazy bliss she’d read about in novels! After coming this far, she didn’t want to give up halfway.

“It’s… okay.”

“Are you sure?”

When she looked up with blurred eyes, she saw beads of sweat forming on Damian’s forehead. It seemed he was struggling too. Berry wrapped her arms around his neck and bit his earlobe.

“Make me feel good, just like the heroine in a novel.”

At that moment, an intimate sound echoed from where their bodies met. The squelching noises teased her ears, and the heavy ache inside began to stir.

Berry released his neck and moved her hands to Damian’s shoulders. He stroked her cheek once and then interlaced his fingers with hers.

Her heart pounded at his romantic gesture, but then his hips started moving vigorously.

“Aaaah!”

A sharp sensation as if her waist might break began. She had never felt anything like this before. Damian, his hands still entwined with hers, raised them above Berry’s head.

‘He was said to enjoy reading books—was he holding a sword and reading at the same time?’

Damian’s entire body, as it collided with hers, felt like a weapon: hard, painful, and even the fleeting touches were stimulating. Not to mention the formidable pillar pushing through her entrance.

“Since you’re thinking about something else, does that mean you’re starting to endure it better?”

“What…!”

“It seems so.”

Damian gathered her spread legs and placed them over his shoulders. Her pale legs rested limply there, swaying every time he thrust his hips.

“Hng, ah!”

The pain she’d felt was fading, replaced by a vivid sensation of his firm length pressing against her inner walls. The feeling of something being forced inside was gone, and only the intense touch of his pillar remained.

At some point, pleasure began to overlap with every movement. The rush of ecstasy that had swept through her body came in waves with Damian’s thrusts. She couldn’t help but cry.

Tears streamed from Berry’s eyes. Her moans became nearly screams, filling the entire room.

“Aaaah!”

When Damian’s brow furrowed, his release burst deep inside Berry’s walls, which hadn’t yielded an inch. White, warm fluid flooded out from her entrance.

The bedding had long since become a mess. With all the sticky fluids, the area beneath Berry’s hips was drenched as if water had been deliberately spilled.

Even as every sensation peaked, Damian didn’t stop moving his hips. He swirled his waist, spreading every last drop of his release inside her. With every motion, Berry gasped all over.

“Whoo.”

Damian exhaled a deep breath and carefully withdrew his member from her opening. The shaft, slick with his release, brushed against her entrance once more, spreading fluid over it.

Her sensitive opening and the flushed, tender flesh around it were still excited.

Berry wiped the tears from her eyes, catching her breath. She pouted at Damian, who gently stroked her face.

“You’re terrible.”

Unlike her, who struggled from start to finish and felt she might die, Damian was far too skilled.

“Then, since we’re already being bad, shall we do something even naughtier?”

“What did you say?”

His hand, which had been exploring her folds, gripped Berry’s waist and turned her over. Damian made Berry lie on her stomach and lifted her hips.

“What… what is this?”

She was startled by the provocative position she’d never heard of before and tried to lie flat, but Damian pressed her hips down with both hands, refusing to let go.

“Another way to become one with you.”

A small laugh escaped Damian. Soon, he grabbed Berry’s damp hips and kneaded them. Her waist trembled slightly.

“Ah!”

Damian thrust his swollen p*nis back between her b*ttocks. Berry’s waist jerked upward, but as soon as Damian started moving his hips, she sank back down. Her upper body gradually tilted lower as well.  

‘Was this really the Damian I knew?’

His gentle tone remained as it had during the day, but his thrusts were obscene. Unlike the sensation of lying down and receiving, the way he pressed down from above scratched her inner walls, making it feel much deeper than before. 

When he pulled out slowly and slammed back in, there was no way to endure it.  

“Hold onto the pillar. It’ll be much easier.”

Should she thank him for the advice?  

Damian placed Berry’s hands on the canopy pillar at the corner of the bed.  

“If you keep burying your face in the pillow like that, something serious might happen.” 

‘Whose fault is that?!’

When Damian straightened his back and thrust harder, her resolve to retort scattered in an instant.  

“Ahhh!”  

Damian pushed in with determination. The intense movements caused the flesh of her plump b*ttocks to swell around her entrance. The friction heat made the rubbing skin feel like it was burning.  

If not for the sticky liquid smeared over her entrance, what would have happened?  

Even her arms gripping the pillar began to lose strength. The euphoria that spread to her fingertips made it impossible to hold onto anything.  

Her hands slipped from the canopy pillar, and her head buried itself back into the pillow. Her moans and rough breaths were muffled by the thick fabric.  

Damian didn’t stop moving his hips. She barely turned her head to exhale shallow breaths.  

Through the dark window, the flickering light reflected off the silver candlestick on the nightstand. Behind her, Damian’s shadow loomed, thrusting into her, while Berry’s shadow underneath him panted like a dog in heat.  

When she closed her eyes, she could feel his p*nis stabbing deeply into her innermost parts. When she opened them, she saw her panting figure cast as a shadow.  

Just as she thought she couldn’t breathe anymore, Damian pulled his hips back and adjusted his position.  

“Haa, haa.”  

Hot breaths scattered into the air. Damian pushed his sweat-soaked sideburns behind his ear.  

Berry almost confessed her love under his warm gaze. If her ragged breathing had calmed down a bit, she might have said it out loud.  

That she might like him…  

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, her face flushed with heat.

She was glad she didn’t say it. If she confessed right after making love, Damian might think she was a woman blinded by desire.

Somewhere, the sound of a bell striking midnight rang out. The faint sound traveled down the corridor and through the walls. She thought that, with the sound, their passionate night must be ending—but it wasn’t.

With the bell, Damian’s eyes sparkled again, almost frighteningly so.

He ran his hand over his shaft, slick with fluid, then leaned his upper body and lifted one of Berry’s legs onto his shoulder, pushing his hips deep between them.

“Ah!”

Her swollen entrance barely accepted him. But her inner walls seemed to have been waiting, gripping Damian’s member and refusing to let go. As soon as he entered, her excited flesh smoothed out and drew him in.

The pain she’d felt at first was gone—whether from familiarity or simply getting used to it, she didn’t know. Tomorrow morning, she might feel pain again, but for now, it was so good she thought she might lose her mind.

Sweet poetic expressions of love were nice, but this direct, powerful way of sharing feelings wasn’t bad either. In fact, she might come to like it.

In some ways, it was incomparable. Overly sensitive and stimulating, but sharing their most secret place like this was only possible because there were genuine feelings.

Perhaps the angle was perfect, because Damian’s member felt even deeper than before.

Instead of thrusting down from above, the upward motion awakened a new sensation. A powerful pounding made her feel as though her opening might tear. Damian pushed in deeply and then swirled his hips.

“Haah.”

There was no proper voice left in Berry’s throat. The hoarse, muffled sound, like when suffering from a severe cold, escaped in time with Damian’s movements.

Damian lifted her other leg onto his shoulder and pierced her opening.

“Uuungh!”

He then pushed in at a speed she’d never felt before. The rapid pace, more than sheer force, left her breathless. Below, she felt burning hot.

Damian’s hand twisted and pinched her n*pple, and at that moment, his release began to flow from her opening. The mixture of fluids, sticky and slick, dripped down her thighs as his member slipped out, trailing along the curve of her hips and soaking the damp sheets even further.

Damian gently grasped Berry’s shoulder and pulled her close, lying down with her. Berry buried her face in his broad chest.

Berry’s ragged breaths existed in his world. Damian kissed her forehead and slowly caressed her face.

“I love you. I have loved you for a very long time… Berry Swanton.”

Damian whispered softly above her face. Yet, frustratingly, Berry gave no reply, only her calm breathing answered him.

It was only as dawn approached that Berry’s mind began to return. She had fallen into a deep sleep, nearly unconscious.

It took several seconds just to lift her eyelids. As she slowly opened her eyes, a fleeting thought crossed her mind.

She distinctly remembered Damian speaking to her just before she fell asleep. She recalled his tender touch on her cheek, but couldn’t remember what he had said.

His voice was warm and pleasant to hear.

Was it “Good night?” or “I like you…?”

No, that was what she wanted to say. She never believed the stories about love at first sight in novels. But it really did exist in reality. Her heart pounded, fluttered, and felt simply good. From the moment she saw Damian, even now after sharing their bodies, Berry’s heart still raced.

“Damian!”

“Haa, you’re awake?”

“What… what are you doing now? Ahh.”

One of Damian’s hands, which had been gripping her hips, squeezed Berry’s flesh tightly. Her hips, slick with fluids, made his fingers slip.

“It’s like you’ve been soaked in sugar. For hours.”

Damian kneaded Berry’s hips with both hands and turned her over. Berry, just starting to regain her senses, had no strength left to resist. She naturally rolled over at his touch.

He grabbed a cushion that had been tossed next to the sofa by the nightstand and placed it under her lower belly. Then, he spread her legs and slipped between them.

“Aah!”

With a gentle pressure on her shoulder blades, he moved his hips and entered her once again.

She was swept up the moment she opened her eyes, unable to gather her thoughts. The irresistible sensation made her waist jerk upward and the heat below flare up again.

It was her own body, but why was she so sensitive?

It was too much.

Damian began licking Berry’s shoulder blades and back obsessively. His tongue traced down her spine, and whenever her lower opening twitched, he bit the soft, pale flesh. The heat that had bloomed only on her chest now appeared in patches along her back.

Her toes trembled. Damian straightened his back, lifted Berry’s hips, grabbed her pelvis, and thrust wildly.

“Aaaah!”

With the force of a raging bull, Berry’s waist collapsed downward. His thick member pushed in until it reached her inner wall, nearly making her lose consciousness again.

She felt dazed, but strangely, though her body wouldn’t keep up, the thrilling pleasure made her fine hairs stand on end.

She thought her lower body would ache from swelling, but even that sensation was faint now.

She just wanted to feel this ecstasy to the end. If it stopped, she might pounce on Damian out of frustration.

The folds of her entrance twitched, sucking in his member. Her inner walls swelled, gripping him even without any effort from her thighs. Above her back, Damian’s rough breathing spilled out.

“Whoo.”

Dawn broke outside the window. The shadows on the wall disappeared and bluish light filled the room. But Damian did not stop. He lifted his hips restlessly.

“There’s no need to be sad that the sun is rising. I told the crew ahead of time, so no one will disturb us.”

Damian tossed out the words, then withdrew his member from her slick opening. Without giving her any time to feel regret, he grabbed Berry’s waist and turned her body.

She faced Damian again.

A deep smile spread across his face.

‘Was it just my imagination that his smiling expression looked a bit wicked?’

The endless bliss showed no sign of stopping. Her husband was definitely several times more vigorous than most.

‘Perfect. He’s just like a male lead straight out of a novel.’

After the final ecstasy, Berry’s body went limp and she smiled as she fell asleep again, almost fainting. When she returned home, she would have so many stories to tell Molly.