After I Died, He Died After Me Too - Chapter 43
Chapter 22.1
‘…Someone I miss?’
“Hnngh!”
The moment she regained her senses, a hot member pushed its way between her legs. Unlike the hands that had been stroking her, this sensation sent a sharp tremor through her body.
“Ah! Haht, ngh!”
Her body lurched forward under the relentless force from behind, leaving her no chance to focus on the way her chest moved with each thrust. It brushed against her sensitive skin, parting her folds briefly before slipping away.
Bianca glanced down between her legs, watching as the dark, rigid length thrust forward, then retreated again in a steady rhythm. Continuing the act while standing only heightened the pleasure. Her body burned hotter, almost as if she were becoming one with him. Every sensation coursing through Dexter seemed to flow directly into her as though it were her own.
‘That can’t be possible.’
She knew exactly what was in his gaze, yet she chose to look away. Whether it was affection, love, or maybe even longing, she refused to face any of it. Their relationship existed solely because of circumstance. So why did she catch glimpses of resentment and anger beneath it all?
She couldn’t quite grasp what he was feeling, no matter what it was. It felt like something he had been holding onto for a long time, making her question if she was mistaken. But even as their bodies pressed together, the intensity of his emotions made her waver.
“I have no intention of telling you.”
It was as if he had read her mind when he leaned in, pressing against her and whispering into her ear. Bianca instinctively tried to turn away, but a sudden, forceful thrust of his hips made her shut her eyes tightly.
“Haahng!”
“So keep wondering.”
“Angh, hnngh!”
“Think of me. That would only be fair.”
His words wove around her like a spell, making her nod before she even realized it.
“Keep your legs together.”
“Uuhng…”
“Otherwise, I’ll put it inside.”
“No, I don’t wa—hnngh!”
His length slid between her closed legs. Trapped between her tight thighs, he thrust forward relentlessly.
Her body felt like it was melting, consumed by heat. Her mind had completely shut down, chasing nothing but pleasure. The sensation was so overwhelming that, for a fleeting moment, she thought she wouldn’t mind being imprinted like this. If it already felt this good, she didn’t need to imagine how it would feel when he finally entered her throbbing entrance.
The moment she experienced that sensation, she knew she wouldn’t be able to escape it. That much was certain.
“You’re greedily taking in my pheromones, helpless against the pleasure overtaking you.”
“That’s… haht, I—no, huhk!”
“So you’re saying this isn’t pleasure? If you insist, I suppose that must be true.”
A shiver ran through her as his touch grazed her waist. She couldn’t understand why he sometimes embraced her as if venting his frustration. His voice carried anger, yet his hands, when they touched her, were unbearably tender.
“Haangh!”
The moment she flinched in pain, he would soften as if nothing had happened.
If being imprinted meant feeling everything this intensely, perhaps she had been right to stay away from it before. The thought of how much more intensely she would feel everything if they were imprinted terrified her. Even though she wanted to ask why he was so harsh with her, it was clear he had no intention of answering.
“Keep wondering about me like that.”
As if this were some kind of punishment.
“And keep thinking of me.”
Thinking of what?
“I already said I wouldn’t tell you.”
His lips trailed over her neck, teasing and pressing down as he whispered low. Heat and desire radiated from him.
“Haht! Y-Your Highness, why…”
“You have to figure out for yourself why I’m doing this.”
This wasn’t just about their compatibility. The heat where they were joined made her feel like she was unraveling. His relentless movements, sliding in and out of the slick space between them, left her gasping as her fingers scraped against the wall.
A surge of trembling heat made her body lose strength. If she kept surrendering to his embrace like this, she might end up saying something she could never take back.
She pleaded, feeling as if she were on the verge of abandoning even her beliefs in the face of pleasure.
“P-Please, hngh, please… stop… no more, haangh!”
Her vision wavered, blinking in and out.
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The fact that he could feel this much pleasure without even being inside her was enough to drive him insane with need.
Dexter couldn’t bring himself to stop as he watched Bianca react to him like this. The sight of her tear-streaked face pushed him closer to the edge, forcing him to grit his teeth to hold back.
‘If she can endure because of me again today, then maybe I’m allowed to be this selfish.’
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