We’re in a Contract Marriage, But I’ve Imprinted - Chapter 121

Amidst the increasing ecstasy and excitement, incomparable to the heat period he had been experiencing, Ian could no longer hold himself back.

“Wa, wait…”

Melissa felt scared seeing a side of him she hadn’t seen before. She tried to turn and flee, but his large hand pressed her down effortlessly.

“Ugh!”

“…Don’t run away, Mel.”

I want to ask… skipping her words, he fiercely gripped her fair buttocks as if he was going to crush them and pulled them apart aggressively. Not taking his eyes off her already slick entrance as he drove himself in.

“Haahng!”

Slam, slam, He moved wildly from the start, as if possessed. The heat from her hot walls seemed to melt his spine.

He couldn’t stop himself. All he wanted was to release deep inside her.

“Huuu! Aahh, Ian!”

“Hoo…”

The sounds of splashing water echoed. It seemed like water was constantly leaking from her.

“Haa, Mel. Even when I block it like this, your juices keep flowing out. What should we do?”

He pressed his hips firmly. He grinded his tip directly against her cervix, and swirled his hips.

“Aah! Huh!”

Pinned down by him, Melissa squirmed and trembled violently. He hugged her close, grasping her breasts firmly.

“Huhng!”

Melissa could only arch her neck back. Her eyes widened, overwhelmed by excessive pleasure, saliva dripped down her face as he leaned down to kiss her.

He extended his tongue, greedily lapping up her tears, saliva, milk, and fluids. Everything about his omega was intoxicatingly sweet to him. Slam, slam, he thrusted and sighed, then climaxed deeply inside her but didn’t stop moving.

“Ha-ugh, uung…”

“Haa, sweet. Mel, you’re too sweet.”

He sloppily licked her face, keeping himself inside her as he tried to turn her body around. That’s when the chain of the shackle clinked audibly.

As Ian’s intense golden eyes locked onto the chain, he didn’t withdraw but instead pulled Melissa close. Holding her in his arms, he effortlessly lifted the bed with one hand to release the chain from its anchor.

Even as he fastened the round ring on his own wrist, his lips did not stop from tasting and marking her skin. Fortunately, Melissa was wearing a choker, allowing him to focus his bites and kisses everywhere else, leaving deep red marks along her flesh.

As he held her upright and thrust upwards, Melissa moaned in surrender. Attempting to lay her back on the bed, Ian was pleased by her clinging to him. He continued to drive his hips against her with vigorous thrusts. Skillfully targeting her most sensitive spots, she wrapped her legs and arms around him, pulsating with each deep penetration.

“Hick!”

A sudden warmth under him with the sound of fluids had begun to drip down. Ian had only taken out his member in haste, causing his pants to get soaked. He chuckled lightly, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

“Did you just pee?”

“Haah, haak…”

Melissa couldn’t even answer. The intensity of his pheromones was so overwhelming that she could barely breathe, as if every part of her being was marinated in his essence.

Despite being accustomed to Ian’s pheromones, never had they been as potent as today. Additionally, his size felt larger and thicker, making her acutely aware of every pulse inside her. Beyond mere firmness, his rigid pillar aggressively scraped her walls, triggering involuntary tremors in her legs.

Ian, finding her disarray cute, planted a kiss on her cheek. While his lower body moved wildly, his hands were gentle and caring.

“Haa, can’t keep your mind straight?”

His voice, sweeter than the milk he had tasted from Melissa, whispered seductively as he ramped up his movements. With every thrust, Melissa’s body lifted off the bed before crashing back down. With each cycle, he penetrated deeper.

“Ahng!”

Melissa was in a daze, the world spinning around her as she clung desperately to Ian’s neck, her hands sliding and leaving red streaks across his back. These entwined streaks looked like a mesh net.

After a few more thrusts while standing, Ian, still holding Melissa, climbed onto the bed. He propped her against the headboard and lifted the chain fastened to her wrist.

One of Melissa’s legs was lifted and was exposing her more, but Ian seemed delighted by this and smiled broadly. He then hooked the chain around one of the short posts at the headboard and picked up the shirt he had thrown on the floor earlier to tie her other ankle securely.

He hooked it like the other leg to the opposite end of the headboard.

“Hah, uhng…”

Without even knowing what Ian was setting up, Melissa was lost in the pleasure. Even without her imprint, the sheer density and vastness of his pheromones would have been overwhelming. But to Melissa, who was imprinted on Ian, it felt even more intense.

Her brain felt like it was melting away into mush. Even though he had withdrawn, her body continued to spasm. Tiny explosions of light burst in front of her eyes, her mind a complete haze. She whimpered, reaching out for Ian as if calling to him.

His large hand firmly grasped hers, weaving his fingers between hers and locking them together. Ian let out a soft chuckle. The sight of his omega, so exposed and vulnerable beneath him, was endlessly delightful and satisfying.

With her legs widely spread and her waist arched, he lifted her slightly, positioning her hips in an ideal angle for him.