Though slow, each thrust from Akan was powerful. He pulled Robellia’s body towards him with each movement, holding her tightly as if carving his presence deep into her. Robellia, having given herself completely, was lost in pleasure, her moans echoing with abandon.

The hugs and kisses they had shared before were, in truth, not much different from the innocent play of children. They were merely a process of reaffirming their unshakable feelings for each other, overlaid with the memories of their youth.

But they were no longer children. Robellia, now a grown woman, desired Akan deeply, and Akan was the only man who could satisfy her completely – both in body and in heart.

“Haa! Tighter… hold me tighter.”

Robellia could sense that Akan was still holding something back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.

“Robellia…”

Her provocation was like adding fuel to the fire of Akan’s surging instincts. He hesitated no longer. Holding Robellia tightly in his arms, he thrust his hips upwards with unbridled force.

Akan, having lost all self-control, entered Robellia with an intensity that made his earlier hesitation seem nonexistent. Even when he had reached the limit, he wasn’t satisfied; he went deeper and deeper, obsessively. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room.

The woman who had stolen all his youthful dreams was now in his arms. The heat inside Robellia was almost unbelievable, as if he were immersed in boiling cream.

Lost in the overwhelming sensations, Robellia didn’t even think about the possibility of someone passing by. She screamed uncontrollably. 

“Haa… ngh, Akan…!” 

Instead of scolding her, Akan silenced her screams with his mouth. But instead of a gentle kiss, he tangled his tongue roughly with hers, dominating her mouth. At the same time, his hips continued their relentless and forceful movements down below. 

Robellia trembled, completely overwhelmed from above and below. Softness was not the same as weakness. It was as if Akan had simply held himself back until now, and without a hint of hesitation he explored her body with fervour.

Holding her tightly restricted his movements. Akan straightened his upper body and spread Robellia’s legs wide as they were wrapped around his waist. The revealing position left her no time for embarrassment as he thrust his hips forward with great force.

“Ahh! ugh… Akan, that…!”

Loud, intense sounds of friction echoed through the room with each thrust, accompanied by the wet, sticky sounds of her soaked flesh being penetrated. There was also an embarrassing squelching sound as the air was expelled, adding to the symphony of their passionate union.

Inside Robellia, waves of shock and overwhelming stimulation collided relentlessly, making her feel as if she might lose her breath at any moment. With her legs pinned down, there was no way to escape. Her cries grew louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

Someone might have heard her and come running to the door, but neither of them had the rationality left to worry about such a possibility.

“Akan… ah!”

The endless wave of pleasure frightened her, as if it could consume her completely. Robellia’s hands flailed through the air, trying to grasp something – anything. Akan caught her roughly, intertwined her fingers and gripped her tightly, as if promising never to let go.

Akan’s sharp gaze moved from Robellia’s face, melting with overwhelming pleasure, to her reddened and fully exposed intimacy, marked by intense friction. It was as if he wanted to devour her entire body – flesh and bone – all the while taking deep, ragged breaths.

“Haa, Robel… it feels so good, I can’t think straight.”

“Hngh! Haa… ahh!”

Robellia wanted to reply, to say that she felt the same, but all that escaped her lips were breathless cries of pleasure. The sensation coursing through her body felt like it was being torn apart and put back together again. At the end of this unfamiliar, overwhelming sensation, there was no mistaking its nature – it was pure, unbridled pleasure.

The pleasure coursing through her body and the fulfilment of finally becoming one with the person she had longed for filled Robellia with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Tears streamed endlessly into her violet-blue eyes for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. Even in her dishevelled state, she looked more beautiful than ever, and Akan took in every detail, not allowing a moment to escape his gaze.

With a sharp exhale, Akan thrust his hips forward deeply. The intense sensation of something being ripped open deep inside her p*ssy caused Robellia’s inner walls to tighten all at once.

Akan froze, his head thrown back, completely still. Robellia, feeling the faint sensation spreading through her p*ssy, realised that her electrifying first experience had come to an end. It felt as if time had stood still and her ears rang with silence.

“Akan…”

At the sound of Robellia’s voice, Akan, who had been frozen as if his soul had left his body, let out the breath he had been holding. Without breaking their connection, he collapsed over her, his body sinking into hers.

Their bodies were drenched in sweat. They could feel their hearts pounding in unison, as if they had just finished an exhausting race.

Equally exhausted, Robellia took shallow breaths, her chest rising and falling weakly. With a gentle touch, Akan brushed back the strands of hair that clung to her forehead and neck.

“Robellia, are you all right?”

Too tired to answer, Robellia could only manage a weak, tired smile. She wondered how such an intense and passionate side could exist in this gentle man, making her feel like she was falling in love with him all over again.

“It didn’t hurt, did it?” 

Robellia shook her head slightly. Seeing the concern in Akan’s eyes, she caught her breath and whispered softly, her voice barely audible. 

“It… felt good.” 

Akan’s expression seemed a little dazed. Robellia, finding even that endearing, reached out to caress his cheek. The long-awaited night had been far more intense than she had imagined, but just as satisfying.

Surely their future together would be just as fulfilling. With nights as passionate as this, it wouldn’t be long before they had a child. Lost in her happy thoughts, Robellia suddenly frowned as she felt an unusual sensation.

“Akan…?”

Akan touched his lips with an embarrassed expression. The sensation Robellia noticed wasn’t her imagination. Akan’s p*nis, which had been softening, was now growing hard inside her.

As if it was no big deal, Akan spoke calmly.

“You said you were fine, so… I’ll just continue…”

“What? Wasn’t it over?”

Robellia’s eyes widened in shock. The innocent princess seemed unaware that such a door, once opened, would not be so easily closed. There was no way Akan’s pent-up desires could be satisfied with a single release. Akan pressed a kiss to Robellia’s wide, doe-like eyes, now as round as a rabbit’s.

“You are too beautiful… I can’t hold back.”

How could any woman say no to words like that? Do normal couples do this every day? If so, when do they sleep? Robellia was at a loss for words, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion.

Akan planted a quick kiss on her parted lips before slowly moving his hips again. Even though a part of him feared that she might resent it, he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

Robellia’s eyes darted nervously and she gave a small nod with a shy expression. Akan kissed the corners of her lips repeatedly, as if proud of her.

Even though she felt like she was going to die of exhaustion, it had felt so good that she thought another round wouldn’t hurt. But it didn’t take Robellia long to realise that she had seriously underestimated her fiancé.

* * *

When Robellia opened her eyes, the sun was shining brightly outside. She clearly remembered falling asleep completely n*ked in Akan’s arms, but now she was alone on the bed, dressed in soft, fresh pyjamas.

For a moment, Robellia wondered if everything that had happened last night had been a dream. But she remembered clearly how it had happened several times until the early hours of the morning… 

“Ugh…” 

The pain in her body and the reddish marks on her skin proved that it wasn’t a dream. Especially her legs – they felt sore, as if she had walked too far the day before, her muscles tense and strained. Robellia slipped on her slippers and draped the shawl that hung over the back of a chair over her shoulders.