After I Died, He Died After Me Too - Chapter 42

Chapter 21.2

Dexter slid his fingers through her soaked folds, teasing the swollen nub. He couldn’t help but wonder why she had chosen to isolate herself like this.

“I, ah! I don’t… huhk, hngh!”

“The only reason your body was fine yesterday was because I did exactly what you say you hated.”

“Hnngh, ahngh. Haht!”

“Sucking, licking, teasing your body like this.”

“Aahngh!”

“I just didn’t put my c*ck in the place that was begging for it. Just like you wanted.”

He slipped his fingers between her trembling folds, curling them slightly as he dragged along her inner walls. Bianca’s body arched sharply as if she’d been electrocuted. He didn’t stop until his fingers were buried deep, filling her completely.

“Lady Astri.”

Why was she crying?

“Why were you crying?”

He wanted to understand what was causing her such deep sorrow. If she was haunted by memories she regretted… or perhaps if it was just a dream she had…

Desire me, Bianca Astri. Tell me you longed for me, that you’re sorry for abandoning me and leaving me alone. If you do, I’ll give in to you again, whenever you want.

“Haangh… Y-Your Highness… ngh. Deeper, hngh… more…”

“…Bianca?”

Dexter watched Bianca as she panted, moving her hips instinctively. It was only then that he realized he had unconsciously been releasing his pheromones, and he quickly pulled them back.

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Her head felt foggy, his words barely registering in her ears.

It was difficult to control the waves of pleasure that engulfed her entire body.

‘Didn’t I just get through this on my own?’

But as his voice broke through intermittently, the truth began to sink in, and a feeling of emptiness washed over her. She had suspected it, but she still didn’t understand why he had helped her.

“Huuhk, ahngh.”

The relentless moans spilling from her lips sent a shiver through her. Her hips rocked involuntarily, unable to stop. With each motion, the fingers inside her pushed deeper, and her mind melted into a haze.

At some point, her hazy vision locked onto a pair of fiery red eyes, glowing like flickering candlelight. They felt like a beacon, drawing her in, making it impossible to look away. If she kept moving toward them, she felt like everything would be alright. Her mind emptied in an instant, then sharpened with clarity.

‘Ah. The headache had subsided.’

Did someone resurface in her thoughts because of a dream she was better off not having? She had once found it repulsive. Yet, oddly enough, Dexter’s touch felt comforting.

It was as if she were under a spell… craving him.

‘Why… was I hesitant about guiding?’

She couldn’t remember. All she knew was that she wanted the relentless tingling in her body to stop. She wanted him to soothe the fire surging inside her.

“Please…do something…”

Bianca exhaled a hot breath as she grabbed his hand. Her body burned hotter with each passing moment, and every breath made her vision swim.

It was different from just pheromones. It seemed to have a distinct, almost intoxicating scent. It reminded her of the sweetness that bursts in your mouth when biting into ripe fruit. Or perhaps, it was like standing in a sunlit field of flowers, a soft breeze drifting through the air.

Maybe that was why she kept breathing in the intoxicating sweetness.

“Huuhk, Angh!”

Her body moved on its own, instinct taking over as her hips began to rock. She didn’t even try to hold onto the strength slipping away from her body. With pleasure filling her mind, she didn’t want to think about anything else.

“…Bianca?”

“Hurry… ngh, faster… Haahng.”

She wanted him to reach deeper and ease the lingering ache in her lower belly. His fingers plunged inside, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Please, do something… uhng, ah!”

With trembling hands, she reached behind her, grasping his large hand. Each time his thick fingers pushed deep inside and withdrew, waves of pleasure sent shudders through her body. At the same time, she guided his other hand to her chest, pressing it firmly against her soft flesh.

He understood what she wanted without a word and did exactly as she wished. Her breasts, spilling forward, were kneaded and ravaged by his grasp.

“What’s so hard about it?”

‘Had I been the one struggling?’

Bianca was confused by his words. Her body buzzed with restless need. His fingers alone weren’t enough. Unable to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through her, she let them take over.

“…Damn it.”

He muttered a low curse. The hand that had been kneading her breast slid up to cup her chin, tilting her head toward him before pressing a tender kiss to her lips as his fingers pressed deeper inside her.

“Haht!”

The overwhelming pleasure left her mind hazy, unable to think clearly.

“Tell me why you cried like that.”

“Haahngh!”

His soft, whispering voice felt strange, yet it sent waves of longing through her. She was drowning in emotions she couldn’t quite place.

Tears streamed down her face, and his lips traced their path.

Bianca felt conflicted by the tenderness in his actions, yet she couldn’t push him away.

“Did you see someone you’ve been missing?”

His words snapped her out of the haze, clearing her mind entirely.