Deceived 78

Chapter 78

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The fierce rain lashed against the transparent ceiling. The downpour that had started in the evening showed no sign of letting up. Blair stared blankly at the pelting raindrops and slid her fingers into the man's hair covering her.

"Ahh..."

She found it impossible to stifle her moans. Even in this desolate place, it was an open space, completely exposed. And with workers nearby, someone might see—but she didn't care. Neither did Edmund.

He slowly pushed his way inside her, repeatedly thrusting deep into her core. He withdrew fully, then thrust back in, stretching her narrow walls as he continued to pound against her tender walls. The sensation that washed over her with each thrust of his hips was ecstatic. Her toes curled, and she instinctively tightened around him, holding him deep inside.

"Blair, just a moment."

"Huh..."

"Try to relax. It's hard to move when you clamp down like this."

"Ugh..."

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

The man murmured softly, then sat up, hoisting her pale legs over his shoulders. As he thrust his hips forward, a pleasure bordering on shock surged through her. Blair gasped, her eyebrows furrowed in a grimace. With the deeper penetration, their drenched flesh collided. Even amidst it, their gazes remained locked, as if connected by an invisible thread.

It was slightly different from their first time, when they’d both lost their minds and driven each other to the point of ecstasy. At least, that’s how Blair felt. It wasn’t so much that she’d grown accustomed to taking his thick shaft… It felt like communion. A great connection of body and soul, confirming each other.

It felt good. So good that she felt more aroused than when he kissed her below, a wave of heat washing over her. If only it had ended in thought. But the penis, already slippery and wet, slid in and out of her thoroughly soaked walls, glistening like it had been oiled, dripping her juices. The man, who had been moving slowly while breathing heavily, lowered his gaze to their tightly joined union. A hint of a smile flickered in his eyes.

"What were you thinking to get so worked up?"

"Ugh..."

"I'm curious. Answer me."

"Good... so good..."

"Good?"

He grabbed the legs dangling over his broad shoulders and spread them wide. Continuing his thrusts, he lowered his hand and rubbed her swollen clit. Blair barely stifled the cry threatening to escape against her will.

"...Haah, more than that, ah..."

Edmund flipped back the foreskin with his thumb, rubbing the exposed flesh while resuming thrusting into the slick, wet opening. Simultaneous stimulation of her most sensitive spot sent a white lightning bolt crashing before her eyes. Overwhelmed by the unbelievable pleasure, she instinctively gripped his firm wrist.

"Ahh, hmm, you... I like you..."

The confession came abruptly. Her voice trembled, making her words unclear, but there was no way he couldn't understand. The rhythmic thrusting, grinding against the swollen flesh, paused momentarily.

Edmund quietly looked down at Blair, who was shaking beneath him. Taking advantage of the moment, Blair cautiously reached out her hand. Just as he had done moments before, she gently touched the sharply defined face.

He was a strikingly handsome man, she realized anew. Beneath his straight forehead sat thick eyebrows. His expression wasn't exactly kind, but the ash-gray irises within his long-stretched eyes and his high nose bridge were all outstanding. So how could one not fall in love with him... Blair's fingertips, which had caressed him without omission, now rested on his full lips. The only soft spot on the man's body. Enveloping his cheek with her palm, she slowly traced his lips with her thumb. He exhaled sharply, as if tickled.

Below, tangled and sticky, offering tender caresses wasn't absurd. Once the dam of long-hidden sincerity burst, it flowed freely.

"I really like you."

Her heart pounded painfully. She knew he felt the same. His broad chest heaved as he drew a deep breath.

Perhaps, perhaps from the very first moment they met... The love caught on her tongue couldn't quite find its voice. 

Then, Edmund, who had suddenly bent his upper body forward, kissed her like someone desperately searching for breath. Like someone who had been plunged into deep, dark water for an eternity and finally managed to surface, gasping for air, he frantically sought out Blair's lips and pressed his own against hers. He tangled his tongue with hers, sucking it deep, while below, he increased his pace, pressing into her, burrowing inside her.

"Huh, uh, ah, ahh...!"

Unable to hold back, she burst out in a messy, almost inarticulate moan, clutching his shoulders. The slapping sounds grew faster, and before her eyes, his dark hair swayed wildly. Then, the moment he groaned, she felt his throbbing, pulsing member deep inside her. Blair gasped for breath, wrapping her legs around Edmund's waist and pulling him closer. The rapid beat of his heart was transmitted through their tightly pressed chests.

"...Haah..."

"Blair."

"......"

"Don't fall asleep."

Her eyelids fluttered shut as he whispered something in her ear. Blair tried desperately to stay conscious, but she couldn't shake off the dull fatigue that followed the thunderous physical release.

And his voice faded faintly into the air. Blair couldn't even tell if it was a dream or reality.

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The woman asleep in his arms opened her eyes groggily a couple of hours later. Edmund, who had been brushing her golden-brown hair back behind her ear, lowered his gaze. He'd been worried she might be uncomfortable on the sofa instead of a bed.

Still nestled against his arm, Blair fidgeted. The moment their eyes met, she pressed her lips to his in a quick peck. It was a childishly cute kiss that made him smile involuntarily. She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"I've never seen you smile like that before."

"Is that so?"

"Do you know you don’t often smile?"

"Then you should stay by my side."

Blair's eyes widened as if hearing an unexpected confession. After staring intently into his eyes for a long moment, a bright smile spread across her face. She pressed her lips to his repeatedly, and he silently opened his mouth to receive her.

Something too intense to call mere desire boiled up inside him once more. He knew he was sinking deeper with every embrace, yet he couldn't stop. He knew this tiny warmth was dangerous enough to swallow him whole, yet he didn't know how to stop.

"It's still raining."

Blair murmured, gazing up at the transparent ceiling of the garden where raindrops fell, but Edmund could scarcely focus.

"I see."

"They said the downpour would stop soon, but it's still... Edmund? Where are you going?"

Blair asked in a puzzled voice as he suddenly lifted her body, which had been leaning against him. The two were still completely naked.

"The conservatory is cold. There's no bedding, just a sofa, so it's uncomfortable."

He answered steadily while holding the naked woman, then flung open the glass door. Returning to the hallway and walking through the townhouse interior, where dim lights flickered, Blair looked quite flustered.

"Um... Maybe we should get dressed before someone sees us..."

"You're worried about appearances now? After screaming and doing everything over there."

"Ah, um. Still..."

"Put them on later. You'll just take them off again soon anyway."

Edmund headed for his bedroom on the first floor. It was a space he had never once allowed anyone into, someone who had always strictly maintained distance from others. Not only the servants, but even his closest friend, Benjamin, had never been inside.

Click. He reached behind him to close the bedroom door and walked toward the bed. Blair, who had been flustered, now looked around his bedroom with curious eyes. Of course, she wasn't given much time for that.

"...Ah."

The moment he laid her slender body down on the bed as if collapsing her onto it, he grabbed her face and bit her lip. He seemed genuinely addicted to this act. Whenever he was consumed by that unfathomable shadow, holding Blair made it bearable. In that moment, he could forget the anxiety that clung to him.

"Ah, Ed..."

As he thrust his hard penis inside her, her voice broke unintentionally. Even that was a tender, sweet voice, making his chest ache with tightness.

He couldn't bear this kind of warmth. Whenever he felt the illusion of being loved, he inevitably wanted to test it. He wanted to probe deeper, crush her, see how far she could endure, how much of him she could handle.

Even if it meant destroying her.