Refusing Your Ex-Husband’s Obsession: A Guide - Side Story 4 - 🔞

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Side Story 4

Translator: Yonnee

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Ciel didn’t hold back, grinding his hips unrestrainedly against her, ravishing her body. The touch of her skin on his lips was too soft, too sweet to stop.

While indulging in his wife’s addictive body, he called out her name over and over.

“Haa, Irene…”

Her response was nonexistent, even to his calls. Sneaking a glance at her face, pleasure suddenly spiked anew.

The dazed expression mixed with tears and sweat made for an irresistibly provocative scene.

“Ahh, Honey.”

“…Nnngh.”

“Who are you trying to kill?”

“Huht!”

With a smirk, he vowed not to restrain his urges and greed any longer. She was his wife, boldly claimable. The possessiveness and desire to monopolize her, which he had suppressed, erupted.

Suddenly, he withdrew, releasing Irene’s compressed body only to grasp her slender waist and turn her around.

“…Mmh?”

Muffled by the pillow, Irene murmured. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the exposed view before him. The outer pink petals and the deeper red within made her exposed core resemble a shyly blooming rose, irresistibly luscious.

Saliva pooled in his mouth and his adam’s apple bobbed. Unable to endure even a moment’s separation, his member twitched in anticipation.

Grasping her peach-soft buttocks firmly, the flesh that peeked between his fingers blushed pink. Positioning his tip at her eagerly awaiting entrance, Ciel didn’t hesitate to plunge back in.

With a forceful thrust—

“Angh!”

“Haah!”

The sensation of her flesh clinging tightly to his made Ciel let out a rough exhale. Holding onto her hips tightly, he began to thrust wildly.

“Ahhh!”

With every deep penetration, her waist arched like a bow, bending and flexing. Reaching over, he circled her sensitive nub outside tenderly with his fingertips.

“…Nnngh!”

Hot fluids drenched his member in response.

“Sh*t…”

An expletive slipped out, unfiltered. He feared tonight might be the night his wife would assassinate him with some extraordinary technique, bursting his heart.

He pressed his chest against her back, grasping her swaying breasts as if to burst them open. Unable to resist, he bit down on her shoulder, expressing his emotions.

Slipping a finger between her parted lips elicited from her moans, he felt a compelling need to claim all of her. The sensation of her sucking him in was irresistible, and he pounded her with all his might.

With every thrust, hot fluids drenched his thighs, driving him to the brink of madness.

Blood rushed through his veins as Ciel growled like a beast, shaking his hips wildly. Clutching her fluttering arms tightly, he moved with reckless abandon, driven to see the end yet fearing it.

To him, his wife was that kind of woman.

His dearly beloved wife.

One who made him throw his all.

“Keugh!”

“Ahngh!”

At the peak, everything whitened before their eyes. Such ecstasy without any guiding was unfathomable.

Why didn’t he realize this sooner, Ciel wondered. But at this blissful moment, no other thoughts mattered.

“Hah…”

He poured out everything. The sensation of surrendering his soul to her was fulfilling and beautiful.

“I love you, Honey.”

He spoke in a husky voice, and beneath him, Irene chuckled softly, whispering back.

“I know, you fool.”

“Haha…”

Their laughter filled the room, their private world brimming with happiness. Ciel nuzzled into her nape, nibbling gently. One moment he was a wild beast, the next tenderly caressing with his tongue.

Their night was far from over.

“Ahh, Ciel…”

With an excited voice and a grip in his hair, Ciel had no choice but to become a beast once more.