Deceived 79

Chapter 79

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Edmund stood beside the bed, breathing heavily as he gripped Blair's waist. He thrust in and out slowly at first, as if moistening his shaft, then suddenly pushed deep inside, stretching the wet folds of her walls taut. He pressed firmly all the way to the softest limit, and a faint spasm rippled through her from within.

"Hah, uhh..."

Blair struggled to take him, straining to accommodate him despite the discomfort. Forcing his massive shaft into the narrow opening, barely wider than her newly grown nails, was inevitably taxing for her. Yet, she looked up at him with furrowed brows, reaching out to grasp his hand. As if she could only bear it by touching him anywhere, as if her delicate body might shatter otherwise.

It was utterly endearing. The affection the woman conveyed was, in fact, a catalyst. Unaware of this, Blair kept offering her sweet warmth repeatedly, and Edmund, swallowing dryly, began to increase his pace.

"Ah...!"

As if desperate to get closer, she thrust herself forward, colliding with a thud. With a sloshing sound, droplets of fluid scattered everywhere.

He wanted to know her limits. The proof was like an experiment, and experiments always hurt someone. He knew it, yet couldn't stop. He wanted to know how far he had to go to fully grasp her heart.

"Ugh... Ah, Edmund, just a little... slower..."

Unable to withstand the sudden stimulation, Blair instinctively tried to pull her hips away. He grabbed her trembling knees and pushed her all the way to her chest. As he thrust fiercely downward in that position, her sharp cries broke off in staccato bursts.

Holding the woman arching her back, he felt a strangely peculiar satisfaction. It was a sense of liberation, like long-buried self-reproach had reared its head and screamed.

Was this contradiction normal? He had clearly regretted that first night he had coveted Blair and been swept up in lust. He had believed it was something that should never happen again.

But if that night was a sin, now it felt like he could only breathe by repeating that sin. As if he had become some monster that couldn't calm down unless he buried himself inside Blair's body.

He was that far from his senses. The reason that had fled far away showed no sign of returning. Low moans kept escaping between his lips. He thrust into her again and again, grinding the tip of his cock deep inside her. It was the movement of a stallion in heat, unable to control himself.

"Haahh...!"

Suddenly, the pressure tightening around him intensified. The woman curled her body tightly, her knees trembling violently. Sticky fluid gushed out between her legs, while the tight walls continued to contract and relax rhythmically.

Edmund stared down at the woman, swept away by her climax as if electrocuted. He watched her almost mesmerized, then lunged forward before the last echoes of her pleasure faded, biting down on her breasts as they swayed wildly. He gathered her full flesh in both hands and sucked on her nipple. He sucked as if drinking milk that wouldn't come, then stuffed her entire breast into his mouth, rolling it around until his cheeks caved in. Blair thrashed and finally pushed his shoulders away.

"Ugh, wait, wait, I can't...!"

Of course, her feeble strength couldn't push him away. Even if she had, it would have been useless; he would have lunged back like a dog tasting meat for the first time. He sucked and bit her nipples repeatedly, thrusting forward roughly. Her eyes nearly rolled back as she dug her nails into his shoulder blades.

"Ah, no, stop, I don't like...!"

Edmund lifted his upper body, which had been practically covering Blair, and looked down at her moist eyes.

"What don't you like?"

"Huh, ahh..."

"You don't dislike it."

"It feels... it feels strange..."

"Blair."

In that instant, he didn't even know what had triggered him. It felt like his thought processes had completely short-circuited.

"It's not that you dislike me, right?"

"Ah, ah...!"

"Huh? Say what you said earlier again."

"Just a little, just a little, hmph, slowly...!"

"Say it again, Blair. I want to hear it. Say it again. How you feel about me, how much you like me."

Like a madman, he repeated it over and over in a breathless voice while thrusting his hips at a maddening pace. So, of course, it couldn't properly reach her ears.

Edmund, who didn't even want to stop this, grabbed her limp wrist dangling in the air and pulled it toward him. He lifted the woman from the bed and pulled her close. He held her tightly, pressing her soft breasts against his chest until they flattened against him, matching the rhythm of his pounding heart. Then, his voice sinking low like a whisper, he murmured into the soft fuzz of her earlobe.

"Say it."

The low tone, almost chilling, made Blair flinch and shiver.

"Ahh, what, what..."

"Say you want me. Say it has to be me."

He rested his chin on her small shoulder, demanding an answer. His throat was parched, desperate to be loved in return. Listening to her gasping breaths, his eyes fixed on the empty space, the whites half-exposed, gleamed. He stopped thrusting his deeply embedded member and only rubbed slowly.

"Mm... Ah, Ed..."

A honey-sweet voice, mingled with tremors, escaped her lips. Edmund waited for her next words as if he were someone parched for days, waiting with parted lips at the edge of a rock spring where drops fell one by one.

Hurry. Hurry up and say it. So I can breathe.

"I want you... Ah, it feels so good.... So good that...."

Her overwhelmed voice conveyed her affection. A heart, whose owner was unknown, began to race even faster.

"Now, it has to be you. I, I..."

The words came out in gasps of breath. That single confession hung in the air for a long time. The world was silent. As if only they existed, for a while, only the sound of their hearts beating out of sync could be heard.

Blair raised her arm and stroked his hair. She caressed him soothingly, then slid her hand down to his nape, touching him with the utmost care. It was a touch so gentle it seemed afraid to hurt the man who had tormented and driven her so fiercely.

"I love you."

And she conveyed her love with clearer pronunciation. Edmund rested his chin on Blair's shoulder for a while, catching his breath. As if examining a gift received for the first time in his life with curious eyes, savoring that unfamiliar love, he chewed it over several times, willingly accepting the woman's precious warmth.

"Edmund."

He recognized the name calling his name a beat late. With a slightly worried voice, Blair asked.

"...Are you okay?"

Instead of answering, he slowly lifted his head and met Blair's eyes. Her face flushed crimson. Sweat dampened her hair, sticking it to her forehead. She was still dazzlingly beautiful.

"I'm fine."

When he answered softly, a flicker of relief crossed her small face. Blair lowered her gaze briefly before looking up at him again. Even in the darkness, her hazel eyes sparkled, holding a certain expectation.

Expectation. What did she expect from him? It didn't take long for Edmund to read her mind perfectly.

She wanted her feelings reciprocated. It was a look that begged for a single word, for the love she had offered to be returned.

His Adam's apple bobbed sharply. He swallowed something, or perhaps he was about to confess. But Edmund said nothing.

He couldn't bear the weight of reality once spoken, feared touching her precious heart would defile it, dreaded inevitably breaking it. Making cowardly excuses, he maintained his silence to the end. Her love let him breathe, but to him, love was always just another name for sin.

Edmund pulled Blair, who gazed at him with clear eyes, tightly into his arms. It was not an answer, but an escape. Yet, at that moment, he knew no other way.