TFM 123

Chapter 123

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He carefully wrapped his body around hers.

Her smooth skin, faintly glistening with sweat, clung to him like velvet. As he rubbed against her, savoring the sensation, a look of fear flitted across her small face, shrouded in darkness.

As if to erase that look, he pushed his tongue back into her tight mouth. As he greedily ravaged her moistened flesh, a purring moan tickled his throat.

Gasping for breath, he gently pressed down on her writhing, delicate body.

Her skin was now slick with sweat. Or perhaps it was his own sweat seeping out. His mind grew hazy from his rapidly rising body temperature.

He rubbed his body, hardened by desire, against her flesh as soft as flower petals, sliding his lips along the delicate curve of her neck.

When he gently bit her rapidly pulsing nape, she shuddered and dug her fingernails into his shoulder.

Her nails—roughened from repeatedly growing them long only to break them off—scraped against his skin, and for some reason, his arousal intensified even further.

As if to fan the flames of his reaction, he bit down on her prominent collarbone and sucked hard, then lowered his lips to her rapidly rising and falling chest.

Her body, which had been limp as if frightened by this unfamiliar act, suddenly stiffened. He stroked her quivering spine as if to soothe her, then took her soft skin into his mouth.

A mixture of moans and sobs poured out from the top of his head. The heat sweeping through his body was now reaching an almost unbearable level. But his wife still couldn’t relax.

Varkas gently stroked every part of her stiffened body with anxious hands. As his hands gradually moved downward, the tension surrounding her grew even more intense. He whispered in a hoarse voice into her burning ear.

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you, so relax.”

In the darkness, he could see her large pupils wandering aimlessly.

He kissed the corners of her eyes, damp with sweat and tears, and caressed her carefully. The woman, who had been tossing and turning as if uncomfortable, gradually began to accept his touch. The scene was so erotic it made the back of his neck tingle, and for a moment, his vision went blurry.

Sitting up straight and closely watching her reaction, Varkas clenched his teeth and pulled her even closer. As his touch grew more intimate, a moan escaped through her rose-like, parted lips.

“Th-that’s enough. It’s enough, so just do it already.”

He gritted his teeth. His body felt like it was about to burst with the urge to obey her command. But he couldn’t let himself be fooled twice.

“No. You have to hold back for now.”

“No. I can’t hold back. So just stop already…….”

He devoured those tiny lips that were goading him on.

Her smooth, sweat-drenched forearms immediately wrapped around his neck. This woman had always thrown him off balance with her capricious behavior. She’d pull away when he approached and give him a reproachful look when he backed off—a woman who had always driven him mad. Now, holding her in his arms, he devoured her frantically.

How long had he been caressing her damp skin and rubbing his tongue against hers? He could feel her body, which had been stiff with tension, gradually relaxing.

He gripped her right thigh and slowly lowered himself. Her moist skin wrapped tightly around him.

Exhaling heavily, Varkas gripped the headboard tightly and braced his thighs firmly. His spine was soaked through with sweat as he struggled to suppress his body’s wild urges.

After enduring for a while, his cheeks flushed with the effort, he pushed his hips forward a little further. At that moment, a stifled moan burst from her lips. 

Despite all the time and effort he’d put in, she couldn’t accept him easily.

Frowning at the steadily increasing pressure, Varkas lay on top of her and took a deep breath. It wasn’t a particularly good idea. As her body heat rose and her body scent—stronger than usual—filled his lungs, his mind began to grow hazy.

He gritted his teeth and gripped the headboard even tighter. With a loud crack, he heard the dense wooden slats splinter.

Fearing she might see it and be frightened, he flinched and looked down. But his wife seemed oblivious to everything happening around her.

Seeing her dazed eyes, completely engulfed by unfamiliar sensations, the reins of his reason snapped completely.

With his hand braced against the side of her head, he began to thrust his hips back and forth. All he could do in that moment was struggle not to thrash about like a stallion in heat.

Every muscle in his body spasmed as he tried to control himself so as not to damage her fragile body, which was so delicate it would sway even in the wind.

With his brow furrowed, Varkas repeated shallow thrusts and withdrawals, but when the pressure showed no sign of easing, he pulled his hips back.

At that moment, she clung tightly to his back and let out a strange sound—a mixture of sobs and whimpers. The instant he realized his name was woven into those sounds, the blood in his entire body surged hotly through his veins.

He resumed his movements, his tongue still thrust deep into her mouth. He could no longer restrain himself.

His unbridled desire gradually gained momentum. He strained with all his might to regain control, but his body, once it had slipped from his grasp, only grew more intense.

He grimaced in frustration as he looked at her.

“Does it hurt?”

She shook her head at the question he barely managed to utter and clung to his neck.

“Ha, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

Her moist breath clung to his eardrums like hot candle wax.

He gripped her waist tightly, scraping together every ounce of self-control. She might be lying. Wasn’t she a woman who habitually inflicted pain on herself? She might be forcing herself to swallow the pain again this time. He absolutely must not let his guard down…………….

“But… my body feels so strange, Varkas… Do something about it.”

Her voice, laced with sobs, swept away all his thoughts in an instant.

Gritting his teeth as he bit back curses he’d never uttered before, he pressed her body forcefully down onto the sheets.

As her damp skin enveloped him completely, the last shred of his rationality evaporated in an instant. Soon, the sound of the bed creaking violently and their ragged breathing filled the darkness.

He roughly wiped the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead with the back of his hand as he looked down at her, her body swaying in rhythm with his movements.

Her quivering movements were like a water lily swept away by a raging current. He clutched her delicate body and pushed himself to the very edge of desire. At that moment, her body began to tremble slightly.

He held her convulsively twisting waist tightly, his spine stiffening with tension. Soon, a fierce shudder pierced his spine, and a violent explosion erupted from deep within his stomach.

Feeling his vision blur, he closed his eyes tightly.

He had no idea how long he’d been like that. After waiting for his ragged breathing to settle, he slowly sat up and looked at her.

As he brushed aside her hair, matted with sweat, he saw her dazed face. Seeing her limbs hanging limply, not moving a muscle, a chill crept into the pit of his stomach.

He cupped her cheeks, drenched in sweat and tears, and anxiously looked into her unfocused eyes.

“Are you all right?”

She looked up at him with a bewildered expression.

Fortunately, she showed no signs of distress. She simply seemed exhausted, as if she’d used up all her energy at once.

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, he kissed the corner of her eye. Her dazed eyes widened, and a fierce ripple stirred within her dilated pupils.

Before he could even begin to fathom why, his shoulder was shoved aside. He frowned and looked down at her. The woman was frantically trying to wriggle out from beneath him. Instinctively, he held her down.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Get out of the way! You’re heavy.”

As her struggles grew more intense, he reluctantly sat up. She immediately rolled to the side, fumbled for her clothes at his feet, and tried to pull them on with frantic hands.

Varkas, who was watching her silently, pulled her back by the waist.

“Stay lying down a little longer.”

“What for?”

The woman, who had flinched, snapped back in a voice still trembling.

“It’s over, isn’t it? I’m going back to my room now.”

“Who said it was over?”

Pulling the woman, who was trying to pull away from him, back onto his lap, he pressed his lips against the hot nape of her neck. The sweet scent of her skin sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through his body.

“Please sleep in my room tonight.”