Chapter 48
“I, um… what am I supposed to do…?”
“If you don’t know, then close your eyes.”
Seeing her obediently close her eyes just because he told her to, a silent laugh slipped out. At least the desire to do something for him seemed to be sincere, without a shred of falsehood. Even if it ran completely counter to the clauses written in the contract.
He stared at the bare skin revealed plainly beneath the thin fabric, then slipped the chemise off her. As the rose scent clinging to her body deepened, saliva pooled in his mouth. Edmund looked down at Blair for a moment as she sat with her eyes still closed, hands folded together.
Her lashes resting softly were unusually long and delicate. Those slightly upturned eyes that caught his attention every time she blinked slowly. The high bridge of her nose, full lips, slender jawline, and straight neck. He observed each feature as if savoring them, then brushed her bangs back. The sensation of blood rushing downward was something he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
Edmund slid his hands beneath her arms and gently laid her back on the bed. It was then that he resumed kissing her, now with the woman completely naked.
This kiss was nothing like the gentle one before, given out of consideration. Their breaths mixed messily, and saliva spilled down beneath her chin when she couldn’t keep up with the rough contact. He, who had been touching her breasts only with his fingertips, suddenly lowered his face and buried his lips there.
“…Ah, wait…!”
He bit down hard on breasts that spread generously despite her slender frame. Like an animal, he stuck out his tongue and licked the sharply risen nipple, then took a full mouthful of flesh until dimples formed in his cheeks, sucking strongly. With his other hand, he pinched and twisted the opposite nipple. That was when the restraint of the woman who had been barely holding back her moans by biting her knuckles finally broke.
“Mmngh, ah….”
Hearing the sound of the once impeccably proper woman spilling ragged breaths made the desire he’d been holding back surge violently. This was never a position he wanted to be in, and he never intended to cross the line this far. Unlike his cold, calculating mind, his body indulging in the woman moved in the opposite direction. Desire was this contradictory.
If she ever learned the truth behind the witnessing ritual later on, how terribly would she come to loathe him? Shouldn’t he stop here?
A faint tremor traveled from the woman clutching his hair. It wasn’t fear, but a trembling that tried desperately to accept everything. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t bring himself to stop. More frightening than desire or physical arousal was that nameless trembling itself.
“Why are you crying? Does it hurt?”
When he glanced up and saw her eyes brimming with tears, he asked, and Blair shook her head.
“No, it just feels strange….”
“If you want me to stop, say it anytime.”
He tossed out the words as if granting mercy and straightened his upper body. Blair looked up at him as he cast a large shadow over her, repeating shallow breaths. He grasped the backs of her thighs with both hands and pushed them up until they pressed against his chest. When her flushed lower body was laid bare, she instinctively held her breath. He was no different, his head spinning as if he’d returned to being an ignorant adolescent boy.
Her already glistening, swollen mound was so plump that the inner flesh wasn’t visible unless parted with fingers. As he swallowed dryly and lowered his hand to pry open the split, the woman jolted at the unfamiliar stimulation.
Deliberately spreading her lips wide with two fingers, he pried her open, revealing a clitoris swollen and protruding like a ruby. Perhaps aroused by nothing more than his gaze, her lower flesh quivered like the gills of a fish. It was obvious that aside from washing, no hand other than her own, let alone another man’s, had ever touched her there. Only then did the belated realization strike him that he was the one defiling her. He shouldn’t be laying a hand on a woman who was nothing more than a one-year fake wife.
“I don’t know if this is really all right.”
He muttered the thought while staring down at the glistening wetness. She seemed so far gone that she didn’t even hear him. With a sigh, he brought his index and middle fingers together and rubbed along the split.
“Ah… mm….”
Moisture quickly gathered again at the sound of her moan. It might’ve been loud enough to carry out into the corridor. Even so, Edmund didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. Was it because he wanted to make the proof undeniable? Or was it simply lust? Or a heart so thoroughly coated in black desire that it could no longer be seen clearly?
He rubbed the small, swollen clitoris, then pushed two fingers straight into the softened opening. The woman, who had been panting in nothing but arousal, urgently twisted her waist.
“Ah…! Ah!”
“Stay still.”
When she writhed back and forth, and his hand movements became difficult, he stretched out one arm and pinned her delicate shoulder firmly down. In contrast to the forceful grip, he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, then with his right hand increased the intensity of thrusting into her slick flesh.
Scream like cries burst out again and again. Unable to move at all, she had no choice but to take every sensation crashing into her from below. Being ruthlessly penetrated without even a moment to prepare left her looking half out of her mind.
At some point, another finger joined the ones playing with her soaked hole, and the lewd, slapping sounds grew as obscene as her cries. Edmund, veins bulging thickly along his arm as he picked up speed, casually shrugged off the silk robe he was wearing with his other hand. Unlike her, who had at least worn a chemise beneath her robe, he was completely naked, leaving the two of them fully exposed.
Looking down at the woman trembling violently on the verge of climax, he withdrew his fingers. She was so sensitive that she’d thoroughly soaked even his wrist. Kneeling upright, he gathered her shaking legs together and lifted them onto his shoulder.
“Don’t hold back your voice.”
“Ah….”
“I want to hear more.”
Then, his own shaft, already so hard it nearly reached his abdomen, pressed firmly between the woman’s drenched thighs. It wasn’t for penetration, but simply to grind their skin together.
Both breasts had been chewed and sucked at, and the most intimate place she’d never properly touched had been toyed with until the tender flesh lost its shape entirely. Only now did Blair look truly shocked.
“E-Edmund.”
With wide eyes, Blair watched his enormous shaft rub between her thighs. She watched the thick pillar steadily grind against the plump mound of her sex and even her lower abdomen. She looked thoroughly flustered, as if it wouldn’t have been surprising if she completely lost her senses on the spot.
“This, this feels… very wrong… ah…!”
He didn’t have the luxury to be considerate, and he couldn’t allow her to babble the wrong things and let them leak out to the witnesses waiting outside, so he deliberately twisted the angle of his shaft and tapped against her clitoris, still hot and swollen. Then he gradually picked up the pace.
As his hipbones collided with her thighs, lewd friction sounds echoed through the bedroom. She no longer let out pained sounds. It didn’t matter anymore. The objective had already been achieved.
More than anything, the flushed face looking up at him was beautiful. This situation, which had gone far beyond the line, was unbearably confusing, yet he found it hard to look away from that expression, an expression trying somehow to trust him despite everything. And so he didn’t stop.
Before long, with a rough breath, he spilled cloudy semen over her slender lower abdomen. Even after he stopped grinding between her thighs, his viciously erect shaft jerked as if it had a will of its own, spurting semen over her several more times.
Blair, her face completely red, watched the entire scene. When he straightened up and swept back his sweat-soaked bangs, she braced her elbows on the bed and lifted her upper body. Then she stretched out both arms and wrapped them around him. Edmund didn’t know what that embrace meant.
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