My Dear Grand Duke on a Leash - Chapter 77

Chapter 39.1 — Honeymoon Night (17)

It wasn’t her fault.

Since crossing into the bedroom, or even before closing the wedding car’s driver’s side door, Riette had no idea how taut his nerves were. She didn’t even know the fact that it was dangerously precarious to express it in words. She had no idea how tense his nerves had been since he entered the bedroom, or even before he closed the driver’s door of the wedding car. She didn’t even know the fact that it was dangerously precarious to express it in words…

…If she had made a mistake, she would’ve made a mistake by not being aware of how provocative the act of shaking her back while swallowing his tip was.

As he had done in his dreams for the past week, it took all the patience in the world to avoid clinging to her like a beast and pounding her like a dog.

Truly, it was a reason to show reverence.

He endured it all along

As a gentleman and a civilized man who had learned the common sense of treating his future wife from a young age… As an unscrupulous man who took the first night of a princess as innocent as a young lady who has just made her debut…

What was the point of it all?

Although it merely touched, there was a terrible and immense shiver. If her mistake was an ignorant provocation, then his sin was one… to be born with an overly grandiose self-destruction.

“This time, just once. Certainly…”

“Ah! Aheuk, uhn… Ah…!”

The pillar of flesh pushing down through the narrow, damp area was like a merciless weapon, carving a space in the smooth, dense earth to its own shape.

As she dug her nails into his forearm as she hung onto him, the tingling sensation of scraping against the skin was so stimulating. The woman who experienced entry for the first time felt excessively tight and constricted. Although the fluids that had been painted over and over again beforehand were pushed in and replaced with lubricant, she was still tight.

It was painful enough to feel pressure even though only the tip had entered. Even though he tried to carve a path in his shape as he pushed in, when he withdrew, it returned to its original shape again.

Since it seemed futile to coax her to relax, he thought it would be less painful if she adapted quickly. So…

“Ah…!”

Slap!

His member went all the way to the base.

Riette’s head jerked back.

As hot breath and saliva intermingled continuously from her open mouth, tears of physiological response streamed down from the corners of her red, swollen eyes. It wasn’t just because of the pain. The pressure and weight that felt like her organs were being pushed up to her chin, the heat of the pillar molding her insides to his shape, the pulsating rhythm…

It was a sense of connection.

She could feel him. He shuddered as he was inside her…

For a while in the bedroom, only the sounds of the two people’s breathing were intertwined. Cain paused for a moment as if he was savoring the sensation inside, or perhaps he was waiting for her.

The pain that seemed to spread through her pelvis gradually subsided. It was replaced by a peculiar sensation of pleasure, sneaking in slowly. He pulled his hips back slowly. He entered between the flesh, closing a beat too late, then entered again, withdrew, and repeated the process of widening and entering again while she clung to him, gasping for breath.

His shape was being carved into her body.

‘I-I, I can’t breathe… Ah, uuk! Hngh…’

Even though it clearly hurt just a moment ago, so much so that her mind was burning bright red from pain…

“Ah, uunh, huuk…”

The cries of pain shifted to a different form.

As her sobs gradually mixed with moans, a tingling pressure weighing on all sides from within brought forth an unfamiliar and dangerous pleasure. Even though she vaguely realized that she was making strange noises like an animal, as Cain increased his pace, her awareness scattered back into her subconscious.

Her insides, which had been cringing in agony, began to cling desperately to him like a creature that had discovered its taste.

Thud, thud.

Every time the hot, thick pillar slid in and out, there was an obscene sound of flesh getting tangled up.

Afterwards, Cain let out a heavy breath and raised himself up.

As their positions changed, his p*nis brushed against the puckered flesh, causing her to gasp once more. Lying on the bed, her pelvis floated in the air. When he had risen to his knees just as he had inserted, the lower half of her body lifted lightly as if it were a stuffed toy.

Her vision flashed.

‘Ah… Too deep…’

With her vision flickering, Riette could only gasp and tremble without being able to spit out the words. Struggling to clear her hazy vision, she looked at him. Still, even though everything was blurry and difficult to see, she could tell that he was staring at her tenaciously.

He firmly grasped her slender waist with his large hands and pushed his pelvis against hers.

“Ah…!”

The blunt tip pressed so deeply that it felt like it would pierce through her lower abdomen. Hot sweat streamed down his temples, and sticky fluid trickled down his lower abdomen and thighs.

Cain moved his hips firmly, round and round, as if to expand her insides with the object he inserted. Even when he was staying still, the sensation of being thoroughly pressed against filled every gap, so when he directly stimulated her, the pleasure of being tightly squeezed from all sides burst forth from below.

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