Chapter 6.2

Overwhelmed by a mix of relief and affection for this unpredictable woman, Luel let out a shaky breath and positioned himself behind her. Leaning over her small frame, he whispered in her ear, his voice tinged with laughter.

“But I want to see your face, Dani.”

“No…”

Her voice, soft and trembling, made her instinctively pull her neck in, like a turtle retreating into its shell. Even her lower regions seemed to tingle at the sound of his gentle yet teasing tone.

Unable to bear the tenderness in his voice, Dania buried her face in the bed and shook her head.

She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze, which was filled with nothing but love and adoration. And yet, not being able to see him made her feel a different kind of frustration.

Alright.

Luel thought, chuckling softly. He brushed aside her golden hair, revealing the nape of her neck. The skin there was untouched, still pale and pristine.

Ah, how many times have I wanted to leave my mark on this spot, every time I saw her hair flowing in the breeze?

With a soft kiss, followed by another, Luel left a deep mark on her nape, a sign of his possessiveness. Though he had been surprised by her earlier request, his mind was now completely consumed with the thought of claiming the untouched expanse of her skin. He kissed and sucked deeply, leaving behind faint bruises on her neck and shoulders.

“Mm, ah!”

When his tongue traced down her spine, a shiver ran through her body, leaving her skin tingling.

How can he know exactly where to touch if this is his first time?

Just as Dania squirmed in embarrassment, Luel positioned himself between her thighs. 

What’s he doing? 

She wondered. The momentary confusion was quickly replaced by a sharp gasp.

“Ah…!”

Luel had slid his length between her thighs and began moving his hips.

“Wha—mm! What are you doing?”

“They say it hurts less this way.”

“Ugh, I’m… fine…!”

His hardness pressed firmly between her thighs, rubbing against her folds. The swollen tip of his length brushed against her sensitive bud with every movement, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Ah! Mm!”

“It’s not as good as being inside you, but… ah, Dania, even your thighs…”

As if seeking more friction, Luel tightened his grip on her thighs, and Dania instinctively squeezed her legs together. Each thrust brought more stimulation, the friction against her sensitive areas building rapidly.

But this wasn’t what Dania truly wanted.

“Is it… really okay…?”

The heat pooling below her navel begged for relief. She didn’t want his thick length merely brushing against her outer folds in teasing strokes. She wanted it to press tightly against her entrance and inner walls, to delve deep and push with abandon. She longed for him to reach her innermost depths with his tip.

In Luel’s line of sight, between Dania’s trembling thighs, her reddened inner walls blinked invitingly as his darkened length moved in and out. He didn’t need to hear her sweet voice explicitly say, “It’s okay, just put it in already,” because the way her entrance quivered and pulsed was enough to drive him past his limits. 

How could he possibly resist when she was practically begging to take him in?

“Ah…!”

As Luel slowly withdrew his hips, his swollen tip brushed against her folds, gliding along her entrance before settling firmly in place.

“Dani. Are you sure about this? They say it hurts more if I go too deep.”

Even as he spoke, his words were laced with restraint. From the moment he saw her flushed entrance twitching in anticipation of him, from the moment she shyly asked to do it from behind, no—perhaps from the moment he first laid eyes on her bare form sprawled out on the bed—no, maybe even from the moment he had longed for this his entire life, he had been holding back.

He had always dreamed of spreading Dania’s soft thighs apart and thrusting into her deeply.

When Dania gave a small nod, Luel pushed into her without hesitation.

“Ah, ah…!”

The entry was smooth. Her entrance was already soaked, and the remnants of his earlier release served as a natural lubricant.

The pressure of him pushing deep near her core left Dania gasping for air.

“It’s so deep. So deep, Dani…”

Luel gripped her soft, pale hips with both hands, beginning to move slowly. Between the creamy curves of her flesh, his darkened, veined length pulled out before plunging back in, disappearing into her reddened inner walls. Her folds clung to him as though reluctant to let him go, only to swallow him eagerly again when he thrust forward.

“Ah, ah…!”

Each time he pulled out until only the tip remained, then thrust back in, her inner walls stretched and smoothed under the pressure.

“Dani, you’ve taken me all the way to the base.”

“P-please… stop saying things like that…!”

It wasn’t just his face or his voice that made her blush. The explicit words, though new to her, were impossible to misunderstand. Each one painted a vivid picture in her mind, leaving her ears burning bright red.

She desperately wanted to cover her ears.

But, as always, her protests went unheard. Luel, lost in the rhythm of his movements, continued to pull out and thrust back in, his hips slapping against hers. Each deep thrust pushed Dania’s head further into the pillow. In truth, it wasn’t just embarrassment—it was the overwhelming pleasure radiating from deep within that left her too weak to hold herself up any longer.

“Ah! Mm, ah…!”

Unable to form coherent words, Dania could only moan breathlessly as the pleasure coursing through her body left her trembling. Her muffled gasps and moans echoed faintly against the pillow she buried her face in.

“Dani, mm, why?”

Luel leaned forward, pressing his chest against her slender back. His hands slipped under her body, cupping her soft br*asts that had been flattened against the bed.

“Let me hear your voice.”

“Ah!”

Between his fingers, her hardened n*pples were pinched and teased.

Despite his words, Luel seemed more focused on leaving marks on her pale neck than listening to her voice. His lips and teeth worked tirelessly, leaving small bruises as his hips moved with increasing fervor. With each thrust, remnants of his earlier release were pushed out, mixing with her own fluids. Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room as his movements caused their intimate connection to pull and press against her sensitive folds.

His hands kneaded her br*asts, his lips claimed her neck and shoulders, and his length pressed deeply into her core. Luel felt as though he was consuming Dania entirely, body and soul.

“Dania, you’re so sweet… so soft…”

Her body was sweet to his lips, addictive to his touch, and utterly irresistible. Even the sensation of her damp skin pressed against his chest was intoxicating. Unable to pull away from her for even a moment, he continued to thrust deeply, gripping her hips, her waist, her stomach, and kissing every inch of her exposed skin.

“Ah, mm…!”

Caught in his embrace, overwhelmed by his kisses, caresses, and relentless movements, Dania could only sob softly. She was completely at his mercy, her body swaying helplessly under the onslaught of pleasure.

Each thrust reached deeper than the last, pressing against places that had never been touched before. It felt as though he was stirring her very insides. And yet, she wanted him to go even deeper. The layers of pleasure building inside her seemed to melt her brain, leaving her rational thoughts behind. All she could do was move her hips, silently begging for more.

Perhaps her rationality had already abandoned her the moment she challenged Luel to prove his prowess.

“Ah, do you want me to go deeper?”

“Ah, yes…!”

Even though he was already buried to the base, Luel could feel her body tightening around him, pulling him in even more. Overwhelmed by the sight of her delicate back pressed against his chest, he wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist.

With her face buried in the pillow and her chest pressed into his hands, Dania could only raise her hips to meet his thrusts. But then, Luel lifted her waist off the bed entirely.

“Dania, here?”

His hand pressed lightly against her lower stomach, near her navel.

“Or… even deeper?”

His large hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her effortlessly as he thrust upward.