Deceived 68

Chapter 68

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Blair couldn't fathom what state of mind had brought her into the inn room.

Drawn by Edmund's hand like someone urgently pursued by something, she climbed the creaking wooden stairs. The moment he clicked open the door with one hand, he seized her face and kissed her. Meanwhile, his other hand fumbled behind him to close the door, carefully bolting it before returning to her, pulling her waist tightly against him.

Wet breaths tangled and intertwined between their locked lips. Edmund greedily swallowed even the smallest gasps escaping her, pushing deeper inside. He mixed their saliva, greedily wrapping his tongue around hers. When Blair, breathless, instinctively tried to turn her head for air, he stubbornly twisted the angle of her jaw, pressing their lips together again. The grip on her cheek and jaw, holding her firmly in place so she couldn't escape, felt almost brutal.

"Hmph."

Her head spun. Her limbs trembled so violently that if he hadn't braced her lower back, she might have fallen in an embarrassing heap. Blair felt half-devoured, held in the embrace of a man so large and solid he completely overshadowed her. Exhausted before it even began. Just as she was stunned by that realization, the lips that had pressed against hers like they were burrowing away pulled away.

Blair gasped for the breath trapped in her throat. She didn't even have time to wipe the saliva trickling down her lower lip. Edmund looked back and forth between her bewildered eyes, then let out a laugh.

"Already regretting it?"

Even as he asked, his hand moved up to undo the front of her raincoat. Soon, the shed coat fell to the wooden floor. His own coat followed suit.

"Why... why would you think that?"

"Your struggle is showing. At this level, no less."

"It's just... I'm out of breath. I don't regret it."

Blair, who had been flustered, recalled his previous words and blurted them out.

"If it had been truly difficult and unpleasant, I would have pushed you away."

"Good."

Edmund grabbed the dress top covering her chest and yanked it down forcefully.

"Because even if you had pushed me away, I wouldn't have stopped."

With a popping sound, her luscious breasts spilled out over the collar. He must have ripped off her thin bra too. A flustered Blair could only move her lips, but he paid no heed, reaching behind her back to undo her underwear hook.

"I was trying my best to show you how much I want you."

"Ah, just a little slower..."

"I'd have been disappointed if you backed out now."

A small lace bra fell onto the floor, landing on top of the raincoat sprawled there. As he carefully slipped each of Blair's arms out of the dress sleeves, he continued in a voice frighteningly rational.

"If you're going to stir things up, you should be prepared to see everything about me."

"...Ah."

"It's your choice to be disappointed now, but it's your loss."

Now Blair stood with the half-stripped dress draped around her waist, her breasts fully exposed. Edmund gathered the pale flesh in his hands, lowered his head, and buried his lips there. He pressed his fingers to shape it for sucking, then bit down hard on the now-plump mound. Her hands, clenched into fists in the air, not knowing what to do, found his broad shoulders.

"...Mmm, hmm..."

The sensation of his tongue rolling over her raised nipple was vivid. As she instinctively brought her knuckles to her lips to stifle a moan, he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"Don't hold back."

As he spoke, he bit down on the plump, fleshy nipple and sucked it long and hard. Blair couldn't endure it any longer and pulled the jet-black head clinging to her breast close. Her mind was completely muddled, making it difficult to string coherent thoughts together.

Meanwhile, the dress and undergarments hanging precariously on her hips were stripped away. Edmund pushed aside the clothes tangled around his boots without a care, laying her down on the bed. Then, his gaze crushing the naked woman beneath him, he unbuttoned his own shirt. His eyes, gleaming with lust, appeared unusually dark in the shadows. Blair gasped, her chest heaving, as she looked up at that slightly unfamiliar face.

"You're soaking wet."

Without warning, his hand moved downward, probing her intimate area. Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, her hips instinctively arched upward. As he tore off his shirt, one hand pressed down on Blair's shoulder while the other slid down her slippery, wet pussy. His calloused fingertips probed, checking each part in turn—the thickly swollen clit, the slit, and finally the pussy lips.

"Ahh."

"Seems you're quite sensitive. Getting this worked up just from having your breasts sucked?"

"Ah, wait... just a moment."

"You didn't come already, did you?"

He murmured softly, then thrust the finger that had been parting her flesh straight into the opening. Unable to withstand the near-shocking sensation, Blair let out a short scream. It wasn't terribly painful, given how wet she was, droplets of juice glistening. But a narrow opening unaccustomed to penetration couldn't easily accept three thick fingers.

"Th-there, no, slow down..."

"You can't back out now."

Her trembling hands clutching him were useless.

"You acted like you'd take anything."

His knuckled fingers kept pushing deeper inside. They made a squelching sound as they parted her tender flesh, pressing firmly against thick inner walls she hadn't even known existed. Her toes, dangling in the air, curled involuntarily. He hadn't even undressed yet, but he focused solely on gathering her pleasure with his hands, soaking even his shirt sleeves. That face, with black hair falling slightly over his forehead, felt truly unfamiliar.

It was a completely different feeling from their wedding night. Back then, he was the man who handled her with restraint, but now it felt like seeing him completely stripped bare. In other words, it was a world away from the attitude of a gentleman treating a noblewoman. It was closer to a shadow cast by rumors of a disreputable background and scandalous behavior, evoking both fear and fascination simultaneously.

“…Ah, uh, mmm…”

Blair squirmed, half-crushed beneath him, her hips trembling. Unable to contain the mounting pleasure, she rocked her hips. Just a little more, just a little more. 

Clinging to his firm forearm as if begging, her lips parted. Her breasts swayed lasciviously up and down in rhythm with his hands probing her pussy. His eyes, capturing every detail, flashed with a light of desire for her.

"J-just, right... now."

"Right now?"

"...Ugh, stop, hurry..."

"Ah. Since fingering's boring, I guess I'll just stick it in now."

Edmund twisted his lips into a smile, interpreting her meaning as he pleased. She had no time to be shocked by his blunt words. In an instant, the fingers that had been pouring stimulation withdrew completely.

“…Ahh!”

Blair gasped out shallow breaths as she reached a brief climax. Heat spread across her cheeks, and her whole body went limp. But there was no time to linger in the lazy afterglow of orgasm.

He abruptly sat up, undid only the buckle of his loosened trousers, and pulled out his heavy member. The way it thrust out from his pants, almost as if possessed of its own will, looked decidedly fierce. Even though she had seen him raw with her own eyes on their wedding night, the sheer size of it still hit her, and Blair's eyes widened.

“…Edmund, I, I…”

“Mm. Look all you want.”

He interpreted her flustered utterance in that favorable way again. Then, as if to show off, he ran his fingers down the dark red tip, adding to the shock for the inexperienced her.

It was true she felt a little scared by the size, which far exceeded the normal range. But reckless though it might be, it was a choice she had made herself. Even the tension was transforming into pleasure under his touch. 

She couldn't lie anymore. Blair wanted him. Completely.

Edmund cast his shadow over her again as their lips met. He tilted her chin to deepen the kiss, sucking her tongue in as if to swallow it whole, followed by the wet slurping sound of moist flesh.

Soon, the man pressed against her, already slick with moisture. Using her flowing juices as lubricant, the glans moved up and down, distorting the plump, fleshy lips of her pussy before finally splitting the tightly closed opening and thrusting inside.