The Cursed Beast Caught My Leash - Chapter 93

Islay exhaled a long breath along with the rising smoke. His gaze, burning with desire, traced over Stella’s completely bare body. His eyes traveled down to her toes before snapping back up, the intense excitement in them growing stronger.

He hastily ground out the cigarette he hadn’t finished smoking.

“Lie down, Stella.”

As he spoke, he swiftly grabbed her slender waist. In the blink of an eye, Stella found herself lying with her chest pressed against the table. Behind her, she could hear the hurried sound of him undoing his belt buckle. Even though he knew exactly what she was scheming, it seemed he could no longer hold back.

Stella wasn’t used to lying in this position. Not only did it expose parts of her body she couldn’t even see herself, but it felt entirely focused on the act rather than any sense of affection or communication, making her uncomfortable.

However, Islay seemed to be drawn closer to that instinct when he engaged with her in this way, without looking at her face, focusing only on their connection like a beast. Perhaps this was the position that excited him the most. He might not even realize it himself.

If that was the case, then it was exactly what Stella wanted. She wanted Islay to ravage her without restraint. To follow his instincts entirely, to thrust into her with such force that he lost himself completely.

His tip, already wet, pressed insistently against her entrance. Instead of pushing inside, he rubbed against her, sliding up and down, teasing. He even pressed against the perineum, deliberately dragging along her slick folds. The friction, carrying both their fluids, moved higher until he finally touched a place unfamiliar to her.

Stella tensed slightly, startled, her back instinctively arching.

What is he trying to do?

She had been lying still with a serious determination, but now she turned her head, eyes wide in surprise.

Compared to her, Islay was still relatively clothed. His disheveled trousers were loose around his hips, and his hand was wrapped around his aroused length, lazily stroking himself. With his other hand, he gripped her soft buttocks, spreading them apart as he stared down at her exposed, glistening folds, his gaze dark and predatory.

But he didn’t enter her. Instead, he only prodded at her entrance with the tip of his length, never actually parting her to push inside.

It was exactly like that night at the inn in Nortelli—when he had fought desperately to restrain himself, when he had gone to every length to avoid taking her.

“Islay…”

Stella called his name, urging him on. She even reached back, trying to touch him. But every attempt was blocked, leaving her with no choice but to remain obediently in place. It seemed he intended to deal with his burning desire using his own hand alone.

‘I can’t let this happen…’

At some point, Islay had placed one hand beside her waist, his torso leaning forward. His muscular chest pressed against the curve of her back, a stark contrast to her soft frame. Meanwhile, his other hand continued moving below.

“Haah…”

A rough breath tickled her ear. The teasing motion against her entrance became more urgent. The swollen head of his arousal, thick and eager, pressed and rubbed against her wet flesh, smearing slickness across her sensitive skin. He ran his thumb along the tightening hole, the veins in his forearm bulging as he held himself back.

Frustrated by the lack of penetration, Stella’s body twisted instinctively, her hips shifting in search of deeper contact.

Immediately, Islay wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in tightly. He clicked his tongue in disapproval before letting his hand slide lower.

“Mm…”

Two of his thick fingers pushed inside her slick folds. Stella, already flushed with heat, involuntarily lifted her hips, welcoming the penetration.

His fingers curled inside her like a hook, scraping along her inner walls. A sharp moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. His touch, rough yet deliberate, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Even as her body writhed in response, he continued, unrelenting.

His ragged breath scattered over her shoulder blades, warm and damp.

“Ahh… ahh…!”

The relentless stimulation built up rapidly. Stella, completely caught in his rhythm, shuddered violently. Her body tensed, trembling with pleasure, and she let out short, gasping breaths. Just from his fingers alone, she had reached a small climax.

Islay watched her quivering form, his sharp jaw tilting slightly. Then, warm spurts of his release splashed onto her skin. His release spread across her flushed entrance and round buttocks, leaving a white, milky stain.

His orgasm dragged on. Even though he hadn’t been inside her, his body throbbed and pulsed as if she had been holding him within.

The sensation of his seed trickling down her inner thighs made her chest tighten.

“Estella.”

Still holding her close, Islay murmured her name, his voice thick and husky.

His breathless words mixed with the humid air between them.

“This is enough.”

“……”

“Let’s stop here.”

Stop what? Did he mean stopping before they actually joined together? Or was he talking about something else? Pretending they were just ordinary lovers, hiding everything from each other?

Stella had no intention of stopping either.

“…No. I want to keep going.”

Pinned beneath his solid frame, Stella wriggled, trying to press herself closer against him.

“I haven’t finished yet. I don’t even know if I feel good yet. I want to continue…”

Deliberately, she provoked him. When she saw the hesitation in Islay’s expression, she knew she had partially succeeded.

“Enough with the teasing… Just take me properly.”

“Ah, so you want me to stop playing around?”

A low chuckle rumbled against her ear.

“You’re only acting like this because you know I’m holding back, aren’t you?”

“…Ah, no, that’s not what I meant.”

“Fine. You brought this on yourself.”

His tone was laced with the intent to humor her, as if he wanted to see just how far this ridiculous act would go.

The thick flesh that had merely been teasing her now pushed inside at once. Even after his first release, he was still fully hardened, swollen to the point of bursting.

Stella tightly shut her eyes. In a way, this was even better. Just two more nights—if she could keep him completely absorbed in her until he lost all reason, that was enough.

“……”

Before long, Stella’s eyes fluttered open in bewilderment. The movement inside her was completely different from before.

It wasn’t a frantic, reckless pounding. His pace was slow, rotating his thick shaft inside her as if stirring her up, tormenting her with deliberate patience. The way he moved, focused solely on her pleasure, left no room for crude words like “lust” or “heat.”

“Ah, mmh, haah…”

Stella exhaled a shaky moan. The pleasure that rolled through her was foreign and unfamiliar. He was rubbing against the deep, plush center of her sensitivity with slow, precise strokes. The steadily building sensation was unbearably ticklish, making her squirm.

“What? You don’t like it when I take my time like this?”

At some point, Islay had lifted his upper body, now gazing down at her as he caressed the curve of her raised buttocks.

“Does it still feel like I’m playing around?”

“N-no… I don’t like this…”

His thick length, which had previously stretched her tightly closed walls, now spread her open at an agonizingly slow pace. The teasingly controlled thrusts dragged out the sensation, making it impossible for her to suppress the coy sounds that escaped her lips. The involuntary tightening around him was equally out of her control.

“You’re feeling everything just fine, though.”

A smirk played on Islay’s lips as he reached down, flicking his fingers against the swollen bud at her entrance. Stella gasped sharply, her back arching from the overwhelming shock of sensation. The guards stationed beyond the door were completely forgotten. At this point, she was entirely at his mercy.

“You keep squeezing me like this, and yet you say you don’t want it?”

“Haah, ah…”

No—this wasn’t what she intended. She couldn’t afford to simply surrender to this slow, melting pleasure, leisurely enjoying their union.

“Islay.”

She forced herself to lift her head, straining to meet his gaze.

“I want to see your face…”

Islay easily flipped her over. But before she could fully meet his eyes, her legs were lifted and draped over his broad shoulders.

Panic-stricken, Stella grabbed his wrists. She knew he had a weakness for her pleading face.

“It hurts… The table is too hard… It’s cold and uncomfortable.”

“……”

“Can we move to the bed? I feel nervous here… Someone might hear us.”

Islay stared down at her. He had already thrust in deep, yet he remained still, not moving.

Hearing her soft complaints—It hurts, I’m scared, I feel uneasy—he quietly nodded.

“Come here.”

Still buried inside her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her effortlessly. With steady strides, he carried her up the stairs.

Stella instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his, feeling the quickened rhythm of his heartbeat. She wanted to keep thinking—to calculate just how long she could keep deceiving him, how far she could push him until he lost all control—but her mind kept going blank.

It was because of the heavy presence nestled inside her, pounding against her insides with every step he took.

By the time they reached the bedroom, where the broken bedpost had been removed, Islay laid her down on the fresh white sheets. Without pulling away, he adjusted their joined bodies, moving in slow, deep strokes.

“Mmh…!”

Her overly sensitized body welcomed him eagerly. Stella bit her lower lip as waves of slick pleasure rushed over her. Every time he pushed to the base, a thick, frothy mixture of their arousal bubbled out.

A sharp thrill scraped against her insides, igniting a bloom of pleasure within her abdomen. She had already been lost in rapture moments ago, making her climax approach far too quickly.

Stella trembled violently, her entire body curling from the intense sensation. He ran his hands over the peaks of her heaving chest, his breath hot against her skin. The slow, building waves of pleasure made her feel like she was going mad.

“Haa… haah…”

Lost in the overwhelming pleasure, Stella reached out her arms. Islay silently lowered his torso, allowing her to embrace him. He kissed her flushed cheeks, brushed back the damp strands sticking to her forehead, and gently caressed her trembling arms, as if to ease her exhaustion.

Their chests were pressed tightly together, their heartbeats pounding in sync. Stella wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him close, breathing warm whispers into his ear.

“Don’t stop.”

“…Estella.”

“I want to keep going. It’s not enough yet… More, go deeper…”

It was the first time in her life she had spoken so shamelessly. She felt the tension stiffen in his broad shoulders.

Tightening around him from within, she deliberately squeezed, locking him in place. Wrapping her legs around his solid back, she refused to let him pull away.

“Haah, d-don’t pull out. Go deeper…”

“……”

“Push in all the way, right up against my womb…”