The Cursed Beast Caught My Leash - Chapter 59

Stella didn’t want to think about anything.

All that filled her mind was the desire to be as close as possible to the man who had resigned himself to his fate, and now that desire began to overflow, spilling everywhere.

Their joined lips exchanged warm, damp breaths endlessly. On tiptoe, Stella clung to Islay, savoring his exhalations like a sweet nectar. The sticky sound of mingling saliva echoed in her ears, scraping against her eardrums.

As her breathing became ragged, she clenched his garment tightly, and for a moment they caught their breaths. They rested with their foreheads pressed together, sharing each other’s breath.

She stroked his head as if cradling it, and once again their lips met. His large hand squeezed her swollen chest, kneading it with growing pressure. A shiver ran up her neck, and her mind felt as though someone had splashed white paint across it in dizzying strokes.

Still, Stella held on to him tightly, not wanting him to turn away. She opened her lips, accepting the intense kiss that tugged deep into her mouth. She wished for time to stop right here.

Islay tightened his arm around her waist, lifting her slender body. With an urgent stride, he moved her to the bed, immediately pulling her skirt up.

Stella panted at his intense movements but raised her arms to help remove her clothing. Her dress was peeled away along with the chemise underneath. Dry air enveloped her in an instant.

“……”

It didn’t take long for Stella to realize she was now fully naked. She looked up at the burning desire in Islay’s crimson eyes and let out a shaky breath. She reached out to him with both arms.

She didn’t want to stop, not even for a moment. She wanted him to keep touching her, wanted to touch him too.

Their lips met once again as he leaned over. Holding her nape, Islay climbed onto the bed, supporting himself on one knee. His broad shadow completely engulfed her face.

The kiss that continued as he enclosed her in his embrace was slow and gentle. He slid between her lips, probing her deeply, entwining his tongue with hers. His fingertips gently caressed the fine hair along her hairline. In the thick silence, only the uneven rhythm of their labored breathing filled the room.

When Stella grew more accustomed to his kisses, Islay pulled back and looked down at her.

At some point, she had ended up lying against the sheets. He caressed her collarbone and shoulders, slowly moving downward until his rough palm cradled her soft, curving waistline. Then he bent down and took her breast into his mouth.

“Ah…!”

A moan, lewd and involuntary, escaped her. Islay slipped his arm under the arch of her back, sucking in her entire areola. Stella looked down in disbelief at the black hair spilling across her chest.

This was nothing like the contact she had felt before with a layer of fabric between them. He greedily engulfed the pale mound, teasing her hardened nipple with his tongue. He toyed with the sensitive peak as if to gouge it out before sucking on it fiercely. The pleasure that struck her made her twitch, but he didn’t let go.

“Ah… ah…!”

Her whimper spilled out. Islay used his lips, inner cheeks, and teeth alternately, engulfing her tender flesh. He voraciously left red marks on her pale breast. A line of saliva trickled down from beneath the swollen side.

“Huh… ah…”

Stella couldn’t think straight under the onslaught of pleasure. Islay reached out for her other breast, gripping it so tightly that the pale flesh pushed up between his fingers. He rubbed it, hardening the soft nipple, then pinched it roughly.

Unable to decide what to do, Stella clutched at the black hair tickling her collarbone, then his broad shoulders, then the sheets beneath her. Her legs flailed, and she could feel the slickness between her thighs, a testament to her arousal.

She felt as though she might truly lose her mind.

“Wait… just a moment…!”

Islay immediately understood her hoarse, tangled plea.

“What? Does it hurt?”

“N-no… It feels strange.”

“Do you want me to lick you somewhere else?”

His questions, which came one after another, were equally disconcerting. He didn’t give her a chance to respond before adding, “I’ll lick wherever you want me to.”

Stella looked at Islay with unfocused eyes.

How could this strong man, capable of overpowering her in an instant, make such a submissive statement? Yet the way he had ravaged her breasts earlier had nothing to do with submission.

Though he hovered over her as if to crush her, his face was calm, reminiscent of another night, but his eyes burned with fiery lust. Stella had to fight hard against the urge to cover her flushed face with both hands.

“Why… aren’t you undressed yet?”

So instead, she asked an odd question.

“I want to touch you too. Kiss you… hold you.”

She reached for his collar. Islay stopped her by grabbing her wrist, pressing his lips to her round breast. It was a touch full of sincere affection.

“No. Just bear with it a bit longer.”

“But…”

“I’m being greedy right now, Estella. I want to taste every inch of your body.”

His voice was agonizingly earnest, like a dog in heat. Stella’s body turned over suddenly under his fervent gaze.

“……!”

A wet breath washed over her nape as she blinked, now lying face down. Islay suckled on her plump earlobe, trailing down her neck and leaving moist marks on the pronounced shoulder blade. His hot breaths traced over her slender shoulders and arms. It wasn’t simply lust—it felt like he genuinely wanted to savor every part of her.

His lips traveled down her sleek back, lingering over her tailbone for a moment before stopping. He grabbed Stella’s flat lower belly and lifted her hips.

“Oh…!”

Stella blinked, her cheek pressed into the sheets. Even a fool could tell how exposed this position made her. Her thighs were already wet, and now embarrassment flooded her. She twisted her lower body, but to no avail. His strong hands only spread her buttocks, exposing her. The sensation felt cold.

“Is-Islay… this…”

“It’s fine. You’re beautiful.”

Stella wasn’t as concerned about the shape of her exposed flesh as she was about the fact that he was seeing everything.

But the intense gaze from behind didn’t leave her.

“I won’t hurt you, just keep still and keep that little hole open.”

His voice was gentle, so much so that Stella only realized his words were explicit a beat too late. She closed her eyes as if giving in to this obscene act.

At that moment, she thought she heard Islay click his tongue. Then she felt his face bury between her spread-open vagina.

“Ah…!”

His nose pressed between her buttocks, his lips buried in her wet slit. A sound more shameful than when their tongues had tangled scattered over her.

Despite her resistance, Islay didn’t let up, circling a small nub she hadn’t known existed with his tongue.

“Ah, ah… ngh…!”

She didn’t even realize she was groaning like an animal. She thought she heard something exploding in her mind—like fireworks that wouldn’t stop. Whether it was the sound of ongoing fireworks or the pleasure flooding her from below, she couldn’t tell.

The hidden bud began to swell under his persistent licking. As the thin covering peeled back and the peak appeared, Islay sucked on it as if it were a wellspring dripping with honey.

Overwhelmed by a sense of bliss she’d never experienced, Stella clenched and unclenched her fists, half sobbing. When he used his teeth to nibble on the swollen flesh, a lewd moan burst from her lips. The bubbling sensation in her lower belly grew larger at a rapid pace.

This is ridiculous. This feeling…