After I Died, He Died After Me Too - Chapter 44

Chapter 22.2

He spilled his fluids between her thighs, breathing heavily as he tried to steady himself. Yet, when he looked down at his p*nis, still hard and swelling again, he let out a quiet, breathless laugh. No matter how many times he c*m onto her body, his hunger only grew stronger.

Her sweat-drenched skin clung to his palm. The moment he brought his hand down on her soft, round buttocks as if punishing her, a rush of fluid spilled out.

“You said you don’t like imprinting, yet it seems mixing our bodies is quite to your taste.”

“That’s not—ahngh!”

“Not what? You’re making such a mess like this. Ah, don’t tell me you’re still going to deny that this doesn’t belong to you?”

Dexter smeared his sem*n across his fingers. If they had been on the bed, there would have been no choice but to replace the sheets.

“Are you going to say it’s just the pheromones?”

Watching her struggle in humiliation only pleased him now. It didn’t matter if she pointed fingers and called him out as out of his mind. As long as she was finally being honest with her feelings, that was enough for him. It was far better than that empty, emotionless face. It was still fascinating to see her express so many emotions, but even so, his greed only intensified.

The way she trembled, like a butterfly desperately flailing with torn wings, only fueled his cruel amusement. If he held her tightly enough so she couldn’t fly away, maybe she would finally accept him.

Dexter exhaled a deep, heated breath, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate motions.

How tempting it was to simply ignore everything and sink himself into that trembling opening. Even now, just rubbing against her like this was enough to make his mind blur with pleasure. He could only imagine how overwhelming it would be to be inside her.

She refused to give him anything, yet she was enjoying herself. It didn’t bother him. If she kept letting him in, little by little, maybe someday she would open her legs wide and accept him.

Until that moment, he was determined to slowly and persistently bring her down.

“Ah… ngh, you’re too fast, haangh!”

He held her close as she writhed in pleasure, pushing herself so hard that she was on the verge of collapse. He didn’t try to hide his burning desire.

“What shall we do now? There’s nothing left to blame. Lady Astri, the pheromones have already been gone for a while.”

It wasn’t until he had completely cut off her escape, leaving her unable to blame anything else, that a feeling of satisfaction finally surfaced.

“So, the way you’re making these obscene noises and moving your body like this means it’s all your own doing.”

Dexter, seeing her unguarded entrance twitch, withdrew his pen*s from between her legs. The sensation was intense, likely due to the slick fluids coating her soft thighs.

He gently picked up Bianca, her body sweating, and carried her to the bed. As he laid her onto the sheets, she flinched in surprise and struggled weakly. He eagerly sucked on her breasts, teasing and ravishing them as his hands caressed her. Bianca’s body shuddered as his tongue traced over the slick fluids on her skin.

“Hnngh! Ahn, no, inside—huuhk, dirty…”

“It’s not dirty.”

‘It’s my heart that’s dirty.’

Only after he had sucked, teased, and ravished her breasts to his satisfaction did he finally pull her fingers from his hair. Without hesitation, he brought them to his lips.

“Heut… wh-what are you… How long are you planning to—”

“Who knows.”

Until I no longer feel like driving it in? But that’s unlikely.

Unless she pleaded for him to imprint her, he wouldn’t take her. So, until that day came, he had no plans of letting her escape.

“Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m about to go on a rampage.”

“Ahn, ahh… That’s a, hngh, lie…”

“It is.”

He didn’t refute it. As he licked and sucked each of her fingers, the hunger inside him only grew, wanting to consume her entirely. He didn’t mind losing control like a restless stallion.

“Did you say it was disgusting?”

“Huht!”

“Do you still think so?”

He swirled his tongue around her fingertips before pulling them into his mouth, sucking slowly.

As he did, his gaze fell on her shuddering, trembling breasts. There were so many places he longed to savor, but only one mouth to do it with. And the most beautiful and cherished part of her… No matter how much he kissed or claimed other parts of her, this was the one he could never truly possess.

When he parted the pubic hair with his fingers and spread the soft labia, the delicate, flushed flesh was revealed. Swollen from friction, it felt like a ripe fruit.

“It’s become like a ripe fruit. Maybe it’s because you’ve been dripping so much.”

“Ahhng!”

He opened his mouth and traced over her folds with his tongue. The glistening fluid pooling in her parted flesh was like a flowing spring. The only problem was that no matter how much he tasted, his thirst remained unquenched.