Chapter 79
Standing at the side of the bed, Edmund grabbed Blair by the waist, his breath coming out rough. For a while, he moved in and out at a slow pace, as if soaking his length, then at some point drove in long and deep until the heavy folds of her slick walls stretched taut. He ground firmly against her soft depths, and a faint spasm rippled from inside.
“Ngh, ah….”
Blair struggled to endure the penetration, yet somehow forced herself to take him. Stuffing a massive pillar through a gap barely as wide as a growing fingernail left her no choice but to strain. Even so, she looked up at him with pinched eyes and reached out to clutch his hand. As if she could only endure it by touching him, as if her fragile body would shatter otherwise.
It was unbearably lovely. The affection the woman offered only became a trigger. Unaware of that, Blair kept offering up her sweet warmth, and Edmund swallowed hard and began to pick up the pace.
“Ah…!”
As if desperate to get closer still, he drove himself into her and slammed against her again and again. With the wet slap of mucous flesh, beaded fluid splashed in every direction.
He wanted to know the woman’s limits. Proof was no different from a test, and tests always hurt someone. Even knowing that, he couldn’t stop. He wanted to know how far he had to go to fully seize her heart.
“Mm… ah, Edmund, just a little, slowly….”
Unable to endure the sudden stimulation, Blair instinctively tried to pull her hips away. He grabbed the insides of her trembling knees and shoved her all the way up against his chest. Slamming into her fiercely like that, her sharp cries broke off one by one with each thrust.
Holding the woman arching her back, he felt a strangely twisted satisfaction. It was a sense of release, like long buried self reproach rearing up and screaming.
Was this contradiction normal? He clearly regretted the night he first desired Blair and was swept up in lust. He’d thought it was something that should never happen again.
But if that night was a sin, then now it felt as if he couldn’t breathe unless he repeated that sin. As if he were some kind of monster who couldn’t calm down unless he buried himself inside Blair’s body.
He was that far gone. The reason that had fled far away showed no sign of returning. Low moans kept spilling from between his lips. He crushed the tip of his cock and rammed it into her again and again. It was the movement of a stud beast in heat, unable to restrain itself.
“Hah…!”
Suddenly, the pressure tightening around him intensified. The woman curled her body tightly, her knees trembling violently. Sticky fluid gushed out between her legs, while the tight interior continued to contract and relax rhythmically.
Edmund quietly looked down at the woman swept up in climax, as if struck by lightning. Almost entranced, he watched her, then before the aftershocks of her pleasure could fade, he lunged in and bit down on her breasts, which were shaking freely up and down. Gathering the generous flesh in both hands, he sucked at her nipples. He sucked as if drinking milk that wouldn’t come, then stuffed her entire breast into his mouth, rolling it around until his cheeks caved in. Blair thrashed and finally pushed his shoulders away.
“Ah, w-wait, I can’t…!”
Of course, there was no way his body would be pushed back by a woman’s weak strength. Even if she’d managed to shove him away, it would’ve been pointless. Like a dog tasting meat for the first time, he would’ve charged back at her all the same. He sucked at her nipples again and again, then ground against their messy point of joining with slow, heavy friction. The woman, her eyes nearly rolling back, raked her nails down his shoulder blades.
“Ah, no, don’t, no…!”
Edmund lifted the upper body that had been covering Blair and looked down at her with eyes clouded with moisture.
“What don’t you like?”
“Hh, ahh….”
“You don’t dislike it.”
“It’s just, it feels strange….”
“Blair.”
In that moment, he didn’t know what had seized him. It felt like his thinking circuits had completely broken down.
“You don’t dislike me.”
“Ah, ah…!”
“Right. Say it again. What you said earlier.”
“J-just, just a little, hng, slowly…!”
“Say it again, Blair. I want to hear it. Say it one more time. What you think of me, how much you like me.”
He repeated it over and over in a voice tangled with frantic breathing, while his hips kept drilling into her pussy. There was no way the words could properly reach her ears like that.
Not wanting to stop this at all, Edmund grabbed her dangling wrist and pulled her up. He hauled the woman lying on the bed upright and wrapped his arms tightly around her. Pressing her soft breasts flat against his chest, he matched the pounding of their hearts. Then, lowering his voice as if whispering into the shell of her fuzzy ear, he spoke.
“Tell me.”
The low tone, cool enough to sound almost chilling, made Blair flinch and shudder.
“Ahh, w-what….”
“That you want me. That it has to be me.”
He rested his chin on her small shoulder, demanding an answer. He was parched, desperate to be repaid with affection. As he stared into the air, listening to the woman’s panting breaths, his eyes gleamed. He stopped thrusting his deeply embedded member and only rubbed slowly.
“Mm… ah, Ed….”
A honey-sweet voice, mingled with tremors, escaped her lips. Edmund waited for her next words as if he were someone parched for days, waiting with parted lips at the edge of a rock spring where drops fell one by one.
Come on. Say it. Let me breathe.
“I want you… ah, I like you so much…. It feels too good….”
Her overflowing voice delivered affection. A heart that might have belonged to either of them began to race even faster.
“It has to be you now. I, I….”
It was a voice given through excited, uneven breaths. That single confession hovered in the air for a long time. The world fell silent. As if only the two of them existed, for a while, all that could be heard was the sound of their hearts pounding out of sync.
Blair lifted her arms and stroked through his hair. After soothing him gently, she slid her hand down to the back of his neck and caressed him with the utmost care. The man who had been driving into her so relentlessly was now treated as if he might be hurt by the slightest touch.
“I love you.”
And she conveyed her love with clearer pronunciation. Edmund rested his chin on Blair’s shoulder for a while, catching his breath. As if examining a gift received for the first time in his life with curious eyes, savoring that unfamiliar love, he chewed it over several times, willingly accepting the woman’s precious warmth.
“Edmund.”
He noticed his name a beat late. Blair asked in a voice tinged with worry.
“…Are you okay?”
Instead of answering, he slowly lifted his head and met her eyes. Her face was flushed red. Hair damp with sweat clung to her forehead. Even like this, the woman was dazzlingly beautiful.
“I’m fine.”
When he replied quietly, a flicker of relief crossed her small face. Blair lowered her gaze for a moment, then looked back up at him. In her hazel eyes, shining even in the dark, there was a certain expectation.
Expectation. What was she expecting from him?
It didn’t take long for Edmund to read her thoughts perfectly.
She wanted her feelings returned. Just a single word. The look in her eyes wished for the love she’d offered to come back to her.
His Adam’s apple bobbed sharply. Whether he was swallowing something down or on the verge of confessing, there was no way to know. But Edmund said nothing.
Because the moment he spoke, he wouldn’t be able to bear the irreversible weight of reality. Because touching a woman’s precious feelings might soil them. Because he felt he would end up destroying them.
Making cowardly excuses, he chose silence to the very end. Her love let him breathe, but to him, love was always another name for sin.
Edmund pulled Blair tightly into his arms as she looked at him with clear eyes. It wasn’t an answer, but an escape. And right now, it was the only thing he knew how to do.
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