Odalisque - Chapter 85

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

Liv, who had slowed her movements momentarily, tried to speed up again, but the Marquis suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Off balance, Liv fell forward, ending up directly in front of him.

Splash!

The water in the large bathtub surged and spilled over the edge. Soaked from head to toe, Liv flailed instinctively, her arms wrapping around the Marquis’s neck. He supported her back with his hand.

“Cough, cough!”

Wiping her face and regaining her vision, Liv realized she had ended up practically in the Marquis’s embrace. His bare, muscular skin pressed against her through her soaked clothes.

“Are you more alert now?”

“…There was no need to go this far.”

“But it was effective.”

He didn’t like it when Liv’s thoughts drifted away from him while they were together.

Thinking back, it had always been this way. Just like his obsessive collection of nude paintings, his personality was marked by possessiveness.

“You asked me to help you with your bath.”

“You don’t seem very talented at helping with baths, so why not try showcasing another talent?”

The Marquis’s hand deliberately slid along Liv’s side. Even though it moved over her clothes, it was strangely stimulating, as if it were touching her bare skin. She could feel the hardness beneath her, unmistakable and pressing insistently.

Perhaps the bath was just an excuse; maybe he simply wanted her here, with him, in this space. He often desired intimacy in unexpected places that Liv hadn’t imagined.

Regardless of emotions, Liv also found sex with him pleasurable. Physically, they were well-suited to each other, and she could feel it.

She had heard that the degree of pleasure varied depending on the partner. She didn’t have anyone to compare him to, but for her, this was more than satisfying.

Her wet clothes clung to her skin, making it difficult to remove them. Growing impatient with Liv’s slow pace in unbuttoning, the Marquis took hold of her clothes and tore them apart.

Seeing the fabric ripping in his hands, Liv leaned in, pressing herself closer. Her hot, damp chest pressed firmly against his through the torn fabric.

When Liv moved so proactively, the Marquis would often watch her with the same indulgence one would show to a pet dog performing tricks. Today was no different. He simply observed her actions, occasionally touching her bare back and thighs.

Liv caressed his scarred skin, slowly tilting her head.

Moist, warm lips met his. The sensation of her lips, wet from the water, felt particularly vivid. Liv cautiously slipped her tongue between his parted lips.

Despite the fact that previous kisses had often been overwhelming, it seemed she’d gained some experience. She now boldly moved her tongue in his mouth.

“Mmh…”

The mingling of saliva produced wet, squelching sounds. Perhaps because of the steamy atmosphere, the sound seemed especially humid. As Liv sucked on his thick tongue, she gently scraped the roof of his mouth, drawing a low, guttural sound from the Marquis.

The hardness beneath her grew more pronounced. When she deliberately sank her whole body onto it, she felt the Marquis stiffen, his body tightening against her. His hand on her side gripped her firmly.

Liv kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue and biting his lips, just as the Marquis had often done to her. At the same time, her hand slid down. She raked her nails lightly over his scarred skin, feeling the muscles tense and respond. His body was taut, as though it might burst at any moment.

His body wasn’t simply hot because he was submerged in warm water; this heat was a sign of arousal.

And Liv liked that her touch made him warm.

It felt as though this perfect statue, untouchable to everyone else, came alive under her touch, as if she breathed life into him like a god breathing life into a creation.

“Haa…”

Breaking the deep kiss, Liv moved her lips to the man’s neck. The water swayed once again, spilling over the edge of the tub.

The Marquis leaned his head back, letting his body relax. The thick veins in his neck stood out. Liv trailed her lips along the vein, causing his throat to bob.

Liv let her hand slide down to his abdomen and further down, grasping the hard pillar beneath his tight abs. She rubbed her thumb over the slit at the tip, drawing a rougher groan from the Marquis than before.

Liv lowered her gaze. As she gripped the large shaft as tightly as possible and stroked up and down, she could see his abdomen heaving. At the same time, the Marquis roughly tore away the remaining wet fabric clinging to her. The heavy, soaked cloth was discarded onto the bathroom floor.

With Liv’s legs spread and her body positioned in front of him, the Marquis thrust his thick fingers into her. Two fingers plunged deep inside her, parting the water as they entered without hesitation.

“Ahh!”

Liv rested her forehead against the Marquis’s shoulder, letting out a low moan. Soon, the number of fingers inside her increased to three, stretching her inner walls with a practiced ease.

“The water… The water is…”

It felt like water was entering her.

But before Liv could finish speaking, his fingers withdrew abruptly, only for his large member to take their place in an instant. The upward thrusting force was so strong, it was hard to believe they were underwater.

Holding her buttocks tightly to keep her in place, the Marquis pounded into her without mercy. Their lower bodies were pressed flush against each other, and their upper bodies, too, were firmly stuck together.

Liv clung to him, gasping for breath, her body trembling.

“Ah…”

The fullness in her lower abdomen made her let out an involuntary whimper. She hadn’t meant to make such a sound right into his ear, but as if in response, his cock swelled further, pressing even more tightly against her inner walls. It felt like a scorching rod was piercing her.

Splash, splash!

The Marquis started to move his hips. The splashing water grew more intense, and below, hot, wet flesh repeatedly slapped against her buttocks. The strength was so overwhelming that her body jerked upwards with each thrust.

“Ah, ahh!”

Every time the thick shaft deep inside her hit that sensitive spot, Liv couldn’t help but cry out. The problem was that the bathroom amplified even the smallest sounds embarrassingly loudly.

Clenching her teeth, Liv desperately wrapped her arms around the Marquis’s neck. She bit his earlobe and nibbled at his neck, trying to muffle her voice, but it was futile.

Her biting only fueled his arousal further, making his thrusts even more intense, and her suppressed moans mingled with sobs, growing louder.

“Ugh!”

“…Damn it.”

The Marquis, who had been thrusting in a seated position, suddenly swore in frustration. It seemed he was irritated by the limited movement the position allowed. Supporting Liv’s thighs and buttocks firmly, he straightened up.

Splash.

The water that had been trapped between their bodies flowed down. Fortunately, the bathroom was warm, so it wasn’t cold out of the water, but the contact of air with her wet skin gave Liv goosebumps. Besides, the slippery feeling made her position even more precarious.

Fear of slipping made Liv tighten her grip on the Marquis’s shoulders.

Keeping their lower bodies connected, the Marquis moved out of the tub with long strides. There were towels piled outside the tub for drying off, providing enough padding for Liv to lie on.

He laid her down on the towels, thrusting his half-withdrawn member back inside her. Now in a more comfortable position, the thrusts that followed were far stronger than before, incomparable to their earlier intensity. Wet thighs slapped against bare skin.

“Hah, hah…”

Liv gasped repeatedly. She thought she had gotten used to accommodating his enormous cock, but perhaps that was her arrogant misconception. The thrusts were so rapid that she couldn’t hope to keep up.

With her head spinning from the relentless motion, Liv shut her eyes tightly and whimpered. Even breathing was a struggle.

Squelch, squelch.

The obscene sound echoed throughout the bathroom. Who knew how long it had been as her lower half was relentlessly pounded? The Marquis’s body tensed as he hugged Liv.

She felt his member twitch inside her. After a few thrusts, as if to savor the moment, the Marquis lowered his head and buried his face against her. His hot breath tickled her neck.

The neatly stacked pile of towels had long been disheveled by their intense movements. Because of this, the surface she lay on was uneven and uncomfortable.

After catching her breath, Liv twisted her body to ease the soreness in her back. But with the Marquis’s weight pressing down on her, she could only move slightly. His member was still throbbing inside her.

“Marquis, let’s at least wash… ah…”

Before Liv could finish speaking, he began to move slowly once more. Resting his nose against her neck, the Marquis, now more relaxed after his release, moved his hands leisurely.

Her white breast yielded under his large hand like cream. The nipple, still stiff, was twisted between his fingers. He ran his thick tongue over its tip, then sucked hard.

“Hah, Marquis…”

“Isn’t there anything else you could call me?”

“Mmh, what?”

“Being called that in the middle of all this kills the mood.”