Romeo and Rosaline - 34

Romeo seemed as if he were making futile attempts to find a form in the mist, as if he were searching for something from her.

Once, there was a time when she left him asleep and went to change her clothes. It was after an incident where Romeo almost gouged out the eyes of a servant who had peeked at her clothes. The problem arose when she returned.

The room, which had been filled with the scent of passion, was completely in chaos.

Torn curtains, a broken desk, and even shattered glass fragments scattered everywhere, as if bottles and cups had been smashed. Standing tall on the opposite side of the overturned bed was Romeo. His gaze, fixed in empty space, lacked focus.

Without paying any attention to the sharp shards of glass and feeling flustered, as soon as she approached, his eyes suddenly flashed with recognition of her presence. In the blink of an eye, he embraced her and lifted her waist. Romeo’s large feet were scratched by the glass, causing blood to trickle. Despite the obvious pain, he paid no mind and whispered ruthlessly into her chest.

“Do not disappear from my sight before I send each of your father’s fingers one by one.”

Rosaline had no time to inspect his wounds. Before she could even answer with a word, he pressed her against the wall and their bodies intertwined. It was a night filled with the overpowering scent of blood.

There was no warmth or playful intimacy like before. It was enough of a reminder. It was something she had to endure, as he was impatient.

However…

“Move.”

Upon hearing Romeo’s command from behind, Rosaline trembled and involuntarily twisted her wrists, which were tied to the bedpost by a string.

It wasn’t tightly bound, but she had to raise her waist with her arms still tied. And below, his p*nis had already entered her. Just swallowing alone made her vision go white, yet he wanted her to move on her own.

It had come to this because she had crossed the line.

Whenever Romeo embraced her, he always pushed forcefully. He didn’t give her room to breathe, engulfing her in a whirlpool of pleasure and ecstasy like a beast, until Rosaline, collapsed in exhaustion, is unable to withstand it any longer.

But Rosaline wanted nothing more than to share her body with him. She wanted to tend to his wounds, to wrap her arms around his lonely back when he returned from battle, despite knowing she wasn’t qualified.

Feeling as though his wounds were gradually healing slower as the days passed, she gently caressed the wounds that had opened while he slept and kissed him.

But he wasn’t asleep. He watched with his eyes open as she kissed his chest and each of his arms. Among his dimly lit features illuminated by the flickering candlelight, only his gaze shone brightly.

“You said you would do anything, didn’t you?”

And she remained tied up. Whether he was angry or simply wanted to torment her, it was unclear. But it was better than indifference. At first, he tried to blindfold her, but after Rosaline’s feeble refusal, he gave up easily. Since their eyes had only met when their bodies were intertwined, she couldn’t bring herself to agree.

Fortunately, he merely shrugged his shoulders and gave a brief warning.

“It would be more agonizing to watch.”

Rosaline wished she’d listened to his warning as she sat up on her knees and felt his hot lips on her exposed p*ssy.

Lying comfortably, Romeo spread apart her folds and licked the swollen part of her moist entrance. His broad tongue slowly swept upward, and when the tip of his nose pressed against her cl*t, a tingling sensation spread through her spine.

“Ah.”

As her body involuntarily relaxed and sank down, she felt the contours of his face against her sensitive folds. He didn’t wait, immediately seizing her waist and denying her a chance to regain her composure. His tongue teased the sensitive area between her flesh, until the nectar flowed down from the opening.

His head moved shamelessly, like a beast devouring its prey’s entrails. Even the hand that held her waist trembled along with his lips, moving up and down.

As if she was provoking him to sway her waist.

“Ro-Romeo…”

Startled, she unknowingly looked down at him, but he was focused on caressing her p*ssy with his red tongue, his face glistening with her juices, his long eyelashes and nose brushing against her p*ssy. She could easily imagine his throbbing throat beneath her a$s, eagerly swallowing the fl*ids.

The visual stimulation was accompanied by a mixture of shame and pleasure. He nibbled and twisted on his cl*t as he suckled on it like a b*by, just as she cried out and spilled her juices below.

“Aahh…!!!”

Rosaline clenched her throat and let out a moan. Her body, sensitized by her recent frequent c*mming, was having trouble shaking off the pleasure.

It wasn’t necessarily pleasant. Even though they were intimately connected, she still felt a sense of distance. In moments like this, she longed for him to reveal his inexperienced inner thoughts as passionately as his intense climaxes.

But neither the longing nor the afterglow of pleasure had worn off. His c*ck slammed into her spasming v*gina once more. It plunged deep from behind, embraced eagerly by her welcoming inner walls.

Her sensitive body trembled, and not even a moan escaped her parted lips. He pressed his body against her back and whispered.

“Move.”

Usually, he wouldn’t even meet her eyes, but when their bodies intertwined, he looked at her as if he was scrutinizing her. So she didn’t cover her eyes, and instead, she reluctantly moved back, irritating him.

Was he tormenting her?

“You’re the one who grabbed onto me and offered yourself as a prey.”

“…….”

“If that’s the case, shouldn’t you show me? Show me your remorse. Show me your existence.”

He wrapped his arms around her throat as if to strangle her, but there was no pressure, only the touch remained.

“Move on your own.”

“…Romeo.”

As she called out almost begging, he moved in a circular motion. Her lower abdomen quivered as she released pleasure. Huh, her body fell back, landing against his chest. His arm wrapped around her waist while his other hand grasped her br*ast, twisting it. His fully inserted c*ck thrusted deeply, and his rough fingertips lightly grazed her n*pples, tormenting her.

Rosaline squirmed, wanting him to do something to her, but her bound wrists made it difficult to move. He mercifully untied the silk binding her wrists. Her hands naturally fell to the side of his arm wrapped around her waist.

“I thought you said you’d do anything.”

“Haah!”

Nibbling on her earlobe, he withdrew his m*mber just enough to reveal the gl*ns, then thrust back in. Rosaline could only whimper in a voice that was about to break.

“Pretending to pity me like this.”

Her hips ground against his thighs as he thrust again, harder and harder.

“Pretending to love me, don’t do it.”

He pushed forcefully.

“In reality, I find it d*sgusting. That I crawled before you, appearing in front of your eyes. Wanting to leave me behind.”

“No, no… Ha!”

“But what can you do.”

He seemed completely oblivious to her words. He bit her earlobe as if he couldn’t hear her pain.

“It’s too late.”

With each continuation of the thrust, a messy mixture of fl*ids spilled between them. Romeo covered Rosaline’s eyes with his palm and pulled her closer to him. Ignoring her turned head, he mixed his breath with hers.

“Hahh, ah, mm.”

His hand that had wrapped around her waist squeezed and kneaded as if molding clay. The force was strong enough to elicit a painful sound, but the accumulated excitement throughout her body spread with a penetrating intensity.

It was a momentary thrill that made her lose her mind. At the same time, he grabbed her chin, deeply intertwining their lips, and thrust forcefully. His hard sh*ft, still piercing her lower abdomen, thrust back and forth, spurting c*m at the same time. Her whole body went limp, her shoulders shook as she leaned back against his chest, and she curled up on her toes.

As his lips ravaged hers relentlessly, his c*ck slowly withdrew. S*men and v*ginal fl*id intertwined, clinging to their g*nitals like tangled threads. Rosaline faintly thought, ‘Is it over now?’

“It wouldn’t be bad to keep doing this until we’re worn out.”

But his rough whisper didn’t signal the end. Suddenly, he pressed his palm against her lower abdomen and scraped her inner walls as he reinserted himself.

In her shattered mind, she realized that he never once met her gaze.

Romeo wasn’t tormenting Rosaline.

He was rejecting her.

Like someone cornered on the edge of a cliff, Rosaline moved her hips as he desired. As she moved on her own, his momentum fiercely reversed. His gaze, resembling the eyes of a predator, was unsettling, but she couldn’t stop. IAlong the edge of pleasure, his moving c*ck scratched the sensitive parts of her inner walls. It was an excruciatingly painful and ecstatic act, following the edge of pleasure.

Yet, there was something even better than that—a cold but fiery gaze from Romeo, his heavy eyelashes trembling with excitement. Rosaline arched her back as far as her hips would go, using his forearms for support, his steel thighs for support.

Please don’t reject me, I beg you.

She pleaded desperately.

“You’re trying hard.”

He fiercely chewed on her lower lip and pulled her chin. As he lifted her roundly, her trembling inner walls clamped down on him in an instant. A thrilling shiver spread from her lower abdomen throughout her body. When Rosaline tightly closed her eyes and let out a moan, he bit down hard on her lower lip.

“Ah…”

The flesh of her lips was grazed and slightly torn. The faint smell of blood mixed with their kiss.

Amidst it all, Rosaline’s mind tirelessly searched for a different way forward. Even the scent of blood seemed sweet because of Romeo’s tenderness.

Since Romeo desired her regardless, there must be a way. Rosaline quietly stroked his hair and caressed his earlobe, responding to their kiss. To believe that there was hope.