The sound of Delphius’s taunts echoed dizzyingly in her ears.

What she held in her grasp was no small thing. She had needed all her courage to act, yet despite the man gasping for breath at her slightest movement, she felt no real sense of superiority.

Had she made the wrong choice by acting on a reckless impulse?

“Move as if you’re cupping it in your palm, Ilenia.”

When her hand refused to move, Delphius murmured again. His voice seeped directly into her head, leaving her mind hazy and unsteady.

“It’s not your first time, is it?”

He was right — it wasn’t her first time touching a man. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to move so easily. His size, which was nearly double what she remembered, made even holding him a struggle.

‘Wasn’t he only ever this large when he was about to release?’

Her fingers traced the *rect p*nis as if to measure it, while the slick fl*id running down his skin coated her hand.

“Ha… hold it a little tighter, as though you’re enclosing it fully.”

“Like this?”

“No.”

The answer came with his hand closing over the back of hers. That large hand so easily subdued her movements, guiding them the way he wished.

“You have to sweep down slowly, as if you’re enclosing it.”

The forced motion felt strange. The heat pulsing against her palm felt completely different to how it had before. Each time the bulging veins on his p*nis brushed against her fingertips, her shoulders jerked.

Every time this happened, Delphius pressed her hand more firmly against his p*nis, as if she could never let go.

“Spread it with your palm, as though smoothing it over. Don’t let your nails scratch. Ha… yes, like that.”

At that moment, his free hand seized her bottom. As he used her hand to stroke himself, he pushed her short camisole up further to cup the rounded curves of her exposed hips.

His fingers slid between them and brushed against her perineum, passing the second entrance. Already wet, this area yielded easily to his touch and he gave a low laugh.

The way her body responded to his slightest touch was almost lovely — so eager, so ready to receive him. The deeper he pressed, the more her body quivered, spilling out m*ans of excitement.

At last, he drove his fingers into the entrance, which seemed to begging him to enter.

“Hht!”

“Madam. Your hand is resting.”

Delphius nipped at her shrinking shoulder with his teeth. Between her trembling thighs, his fingers pushed insistently upward, forcing their way deeper.

“Ilenia. You need to keep moving.”

Her chest rose and fell sharply, tracing obscene curves. The hem of her soaked camisole clung to her like a man’s embrace: bitten, damp with saliva and fluttering as if aroused.

Delphius seized Ilenia’s hand, which had stopped moving, and set it in motion again. Up and down. Together with the fingers buried shallowly inside her, both hands moved in rhythm.

The steadier her hand moved, the faster the two fingers drove in and out, stirring her as though determined to ransack her depths. It was the crest of a rising wave; just as she stiffened her waist—

At that instant, droplets of his seed splattered across her face.

“Khht…”

Ilenia stared blankly at the stain on her camisole. He had always come inside her, insisting that doing otherwise would be wasteful. Seeing it fall elsewhere, rather than streaking her thighs or dripping between her folds, was a novel experience.

Against the white fabric, the opaque fl*id looked shockingly stark. Without thinking, she reached out and touched it. It was far thicker and stickier than she had imagined.

“No.”

Delphius snatched away the hand she had thoughtlessly raised to her lips.

“Not yet.”

“When?”

“Well…”

A cryptic smile curved his mouth.

“Only after we’ve finished this.”

Even though he had already *jaculated, he was still highly aroused. She was startled by his staggering resilience every time she saw it.

His hand tugged at the sticky, s*men-soaked ribbon of her camisole. The front of the garment fell completely open, slipping uselessly to the floor.

“Come here, Ilenia.”

He pulled her n*ked body close to him, occasionally kneading the rounded curve of her hips and occasionally biting her pale br*asts, which were covered in red marks. Then he pressed the slick tip of his p*nis against her wet opening.

“Ah…”

Every time the swollen tip brushed against her, sharp waves of excitement, which had never completely disappeared, jolted through her.

‘I wish he would hurry up and push that thing inside me. I want him to make me forget everything, tear me apart and drag me headlong into rapture.’

Her arms wrapped around his neck of their own accord. Trembling with desire, she clung to him, feeling a heat course through her fingertips.

“Unh!”

A fierce pleasure surged to the crown of her head, causing her to arch her back. His p*nis had driven into her in one powerful thr*st and throbbed as it filled her.

The raw intrusion was so deep that it left her aching at first, but only for a moment. He withdrew slightly, then buried himself in her again. One hand was pressed firmly to her back while his hips and thighs pistoned into her.

With each heavy slam against her inner walls, she felt as though her very core was rattling. Shaking her head and clutching him tighter, she still couldn’t escape the relentless tide of pleasure flooding through her.

“Ah, Delphius—ahh, please, please…”

Her lips pleaded even as her hands drew him nearer, torn between the urge to push him away and the desperate need to claim him more completely.

All she knew was that the consuming ecstasy was unraveling her, shattering her piece by piece until nothing of herself remained.

“Ilenia. Look at me.”

Through the pounding thr*sts, a faint voice reached her. Only when Delphius brushed back her hair did Ilenia realize she had bitten into his shoulder.

“Look at me.”

His hand clamped against her tear-streaked cheek, forcing her face toward his. Between the strands of golden hair clinging with sweat and tears, her eyes—hazed with desire—met his.

The relentless strength of his grip sank into her soft skin, holding her head firmly in place. Breathless and trembling, Ilenia finally lifted her gaze to his face.

His rhythm had changed, his hips rolling with a slower, deliberate pace. She felt she might have already soared over the edge if only he had driven harder, a pang of frustration burning through her as her hand fumbled helplessly across his neck.

“Look straight at me.”

His blazing yellow eyes locked onto her as though determined to etch the moment into memory. His unrelenting gaze devoured her whole.

“Delphius…?”

The instant her hand touched his cheek, his body gave the faintest jolt.

Strangely, in that moment, he seemed distant.

‘How could he be far away when he was already so close?’

Their lower bodies were tangled together, and yet he felt as though he stood in some unreachable place.

Her hand slipped from his cheek to his eye, brushing against his damp lashes. In the next instant, he lowered his head, capturing her lips with a roughness stripped of tenderness. His tongue invaded her mouth with merciless urgency, and his once-stilled hips drove forward again in a relentless surge.

“Hht, uungh! Mmh!”

Her muffled cries slipped through lips crushed beneath his aggression. His relentless thr*sts drove deep, each one striking with merciless force.

Her chest heaved, desperate for air, yet he gave no reprieve. Like a beast deaf to human pleas, his entire being was consumed by the savage rhythm of his body against hers.

She could not recall when the position had shifted. With great effort, she forced her tear-swollen eyes open and dimly registered the plush sofa beneath her back while he continued to pound into her with brutal, unyielding force.

“Please… stop… hff.”

It was useless—Delphius gave no heed to her words. He still plundered her lips, stealing every breath, while her nails raked and fists pounded against his back in vain.

The ecstasy ravaging her body had long since crossed the threshold of endurance. If he went on like this, she truly feared her body would shatter.

Crunch.

Ilenia bit down hard on his lips, still locked against hers. So hard that the metallic tang of blood seeped into her mouth.

Delphius’s hips faltered for an instant, and he tore his lips away. She gulped air desperately, panting raggedly.

“Please… it’s too much…!”

Her sobbing plea caught in her throat. Only then did his golden eyes flash with sudden clarity as he realized what he had done. For a moment, regret crossed his face. He stroked her hair with trembling fingers and his expression softened in apology.

“Sorry. Did it hurt?”

“It didn’t hurt, but…”

If this went on, something in her would surely break. At least, that was how it felt to Ilenia. Already, her lower body had gone so weak she couldn’t even lift her legs anymore.

Delphius pressed a kiss to her temple, shy and awkward in its tenderness. That single gesture melted away the resentment she had felt toward his earlier recklessness, vanishing like snow under the sun.

“I’ll finish soon.”

“What? Wait—hold on, what do you—”

The sound of his hips pounding once more drowned out her words. His movements were single-minded, driving deeper and faster with only one aim: release.

Only after leaving fresh bite marks on her shoulder did he finally finish, bringing the act to a close.