Killing Your Sweet Breath - Chapter 34 - 🔞

Chapter 17.2

Winter bit down on the back of her hand, desperately trying to hold back, but it was as if Van refused to allow even that because he restrained her arms as well.

It felt like she was drowning—like being tossed around in deep water by massive waves. Van Helgram’s movements sent her body from a state of limpness to sudden, jolting awakenings.

“Ah, ngh, mmph!”

Finally, the largest wave crashed over her.

Tears spilled down Winter’s cheeks as Van slowly stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Through her blurred vision, she could still see him watching her, his eyes reflecting an unfulfilled need for comfort.

Keeping his burning gaze locked on her, Van Helgram leaned down and kissed her ankle.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably in his grasp, as if they no longer belonged to her.

“We haven’t finished enjoying ourselves yet, have we?”

Had he ever smiled like that before?

So relaxed, so sensual.

Even in her dazed state, his expression burned into her memory.

“Haa… Of course not.”

Winter gritted her teeth and spread her arms wide, signaling she was still there to offer him much more “comfort.”

Van smiled, satisfied, leaning in again. But this time, Winter felt his erection pressing firmly against her lower body.

Though she had opened herself to him without fear, the sight of his large member made Winter quickly turn away.

At that moment, it seemed far more terrifying than any knight’s sword.

But she had promised to comfort him. She had made this choice, and now she had to face it. Winter bit her lower lip.

“Your efforts are adorable.”

Van chuckled, as if he could read every thought running through Winter’s mind.

The problem was that, despite seeing her struggle, he had no intention of holding back.

In one smooth motion, Van plunged into her, sliding effortlessly along her slick walls. Her tight muscles clenched around him, spasming in shock.

“Haa!”

Winter was startled by the sound of her own voice. She slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes widening in disbelief. Had that really come from her?

“Ah, ah, ngh…!”

Her moans escaped uncontrollably as Van held her wrists down, his hips grinding in a steady rhythm.

This experience felt entirely different from before. She couldn’t tell if it was because her body hadn’t fully recovered from the previous waves of pleasure or because Van had completely unleashed himself.

The sensation was indescribable, beyond anything she had ever imagined.

It felt like her body was being split in two by a surge of pleasure that radiated from her core. The constant moans pouring out of her felt foreign, as if her body had a mind of its own.

In the end, Winter had no choice but to beg for what she had been trying to avoid.

“Hnggg, please, just a mo– just a mo… ment.”

Even the briefest pause was all she needed.

Thankfully, Van stopped.

A pang of disappointment hit her as the intense sensation of being filled by him disappeared, but this wasn’t the time to crave more. She needed the break.

For the first time, she could get a good look at his face. The relaxed expression he’d worn earlier had vanished.

The skin underneath his cold eyes was flushed, and his once-pristine clothing looked disheveled. His heavy, steady breathing filled the quiet room.

“It wasn’t even all the way in yet, and you’re already like this?”

His teasing voice contrasted sharply with Winter’s shock. Her eyes widened.

Not all the way in? What on earth had she been feeling then?

The pressure in her abdomen had been so intense, yet that wasn’t all of it?

“Haa, that’s impossible…!”

Winter suddenly felt something stir inside her, like an emotion ready to burst forth.

“I’m the one being comforted, so why are you crying?”

Van’s words snapped her out of her thoughts, and it was only then that Winter realized she was crying.

She couldn’t believe it. Not just his words, but the fact that they had brought her to tears.

She quickly tried to wipe them away, but Van was faster. He grabbed her hands and pinned them down.

“No, don’t wipe them away. It makes me feel better to think you’re crying for me.”

Once again, she felt his hard, hot length pressing against her sensitive core, ready to push deeper into a place no one had ever reached.

The tip teased her entrance, and slowly, Van began to roll his hips, sinking deeper and deeper.

The sensation of him filling her so completely was overwhelming, even with his measured, deliberate pace. It ignited an indescribable feeling in the pit of her stomach.

The slow, squelching sounds of their bodies joining, her wetness soaking the sheets beneath them, and Van Helgram’s scorching gaze—hotter than their tangled bodies—completely unraveled Winter.

Unable to cry out or make any sound, she was swept away by the overpowering sensations coursing through her.

“So, Winter, if you pity me at all…”

Van smiled as he filled her to the brim, reaching her deepest parts.

“Cry for me all night long.”

Translator’s Note: I— OUR BOY WAS STARVINGGGG!!!