Chapter 22
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 22
She mumbled, her voice trailing off as she bit her lip. Her cheeks flushed so deeply it seemed they couldn't possibly get any redder.
Why did she have to think of that now, of all times?
Vanessa fanned herself with her hand, trying to cool her burning face. Just then, her eyes met River Ross’s. His gaze was steady, as if he had been watching her all along. The moment she realized it, her heart hammered in her chest as if she had just run a sprint.
"..."
Vanessa gasped, biting her dry lips. Just meeting his eyes left her breathless. If this kept up, she really wouldn't be able to stop herself…
"River."
The moment she anxiously called his name, he rose from his crouch. His hand, still damp, caught her chin and tilted it up. His thumb parted her flushed lips, and then his mouth covered hers.
It was a deep kiss, as if he had no intention of letting her escape this time. Her unsuspecting tongue was drawn into his mouth and sweetly suckled. She couldn't think straight amid the obscene sounds of wet flesh colliding and sliding together. Vanessa gripped his shirt, crumpling the fabric in her fist.
River Ross stroked her trembling, flushed cheek with his thumb. His eyes, hazy with a smoky desire, were rimmed with red. Everywhere they touched burned.
"Mnh…"
He bit down painfully on her soft earlobe. His hand slipped under her clothes, stroking her smooth waist before cupping her swollen breast, thin underwear and all.
Her breast overflowed his large hand. His calloused palm squeezed the soft, swollen flesh tightly, then kneaded it as if to crush it.
Vanessa bit her lip, barely swallowing a groan. Even though he was just squeezing her breast, the sensation was completely different from when she touched herself. The pressure, the strength of his large, firm hand…
"Ah…"
Just as a languid breath escaped her, his rough fingertips scraped over her tightly beaded nipple through her underwear. He pressed down until her breast indented, then moved his hand in circles. Beneath the sheer lace, the sight of her flushed nipples being so carelessly crushed looked lewd even to her own eyes.
As Vanessa let out a gasp, he caught her lower lip between his teeth and tugged.
When he unfastened the tight straps of her bra, her large, suppressed breasts spilled free. The red marks from their confinement were vivid on her pale, ripe skin. Her bright pink nipples, thoroughly toyed with, looked as if they might drip milk at any moment. With a body like this, she had no choice but to bind herself so tightly. If she walked around freely, she would draw nothing but lewd stares.
"W-wait."
As Vanessa instinctively tried to cover her chest, he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head. His thumb and middle finger pressed down hard on both of her erect nipples at once. He kneaded them gently before pinching the swollen tips—which felt as if they were filling with milk—between his thumb and index finger. He pulled until they stung, then gave them a sharp twist. The groans she had been desperately stifling turned wet and breathless.
"Ah, ugh…"
The moment her head fell back limply, his warm tongue touched a stinging nipple. The shock of it sent a gasp tearing from her throat. The sight of his sculpted face buried between her breasts was incredibly obscene.
Chup, slurp. He licked and bit everywhere, sucking as if trying to draw milk that wasn't there, using his tongue to pry at the tiny opening at the tip. It felt as if sparks were erupting across her sensitized skin. As if satisfied with her reaction, River Ross let out a languid breath and lifted his head.
Before she knew it, he was lifting her naked body into his arms. She froze in surprise.
"Relax, Vanessa."
His hands, which had been painfully spreading her buttocks, loosened their grip. Terrified of falling, Vanessa desperately wrapped her legs around his waist. A soft chuckle brushed against her forehead as if in praise, and then they tumbled onto the soft bed.
Even as he cast a massive shadow over her, reality refused to return. She couldn't think about what this meant or what she was about to lose. All she could see were his blue eyes. His handsome eyes, which had always held a certain coolness, were now burning with raw desire. Vanessa swallowed a tremor, unsure if it was hers or his.
"Mnh…"
His hands were leisurely yet urgent as they pulled down her skirt and underwear. He forcefully grabbed her pale thighs, which were shrinking back in embarrassment, and parted them. Between her legs, the petals of flesh were a pale coral, slick with a clear fluid that shimmered like pearls.
As he slid his hand into her meltingly soft entrance, the tight walls of her passage clung to his fingers. Somehow, she felt even tighter, more swollen than last time.
"Ugh, ah… Ri-River… Just, don't do that… and…"
She was barely catching her breath, writhing without a thought for her situation. He stretched her tight, twitching entrance, which seemed to struggle with even two fingers, and pushed in a third.
"Do you want me to stop teasing you and just fuck you?"
Vanessa gritted her teeth at the sensation of him ruthlessly stirring inside her. His thick-jointed fingers pushed in one after another like a coiling snake. He pressed deep and stimulated her in circular motions, quickly making her mind go blank.
Even though it was just fingers, her arousal was overwhelming. Every time his long middle finger thrust into her wet flesh with a squelching sound, her entire body jolted. Now she finally understood just how much he had been holding back in the garden.
"Ah, hng…"
River bit down somewhat hard on her wantonly swaying nipple. From all his teasing over the past few weeks, Vanessa’s inner walls were raw and pliant. Even if he just stirred her randomly, her juices flowed so freely that she would surely let out pretty moans if he thrust in right now.
Nevertheless, he persistently rubbed her ribbed vaginal walls with his firm fingertips and stretched her entrance wide.
She had such a small, narrow body. He couldn't believe, even as he watched, that this tiny thing could stretch enough to swallow him whole.
"Ah, yes, mnh… yes…"
Her body, responding faithfully to his every touch, was beautiful. Vanessa's pale thighs were slick with her juices, glistening under the light.
She was soft and warm everywhere he touched, but to his eyes, she was a beautiful monster. A Siren, just like the seductive creatures of legend. Just like her name.
"Ah, ah, hng."
As he quickened the pace of his thrusting fingers, her faint whimpers grew increasingly high-pitched. The moment he pushed his fingers deeper and stirred, her body’s reaction changed. Her lower abdomen tightened, and he could see the muscles along her slender thighs rapidly contracting.
Her eyes were completely devoid of reason, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted—she looked utterly wanton. Covering her eyes with her forearm as if unable to bear the shame, Vanessa finally came apart in a shuddering climax.
River withdrew his wet fingers from her trembling body. As he unbuckled his trousers, his fiercely erect shaft sprang free. He grabbed Vanessa's twitching thighs and spread them wide, pressing the thick head against her entrance.
Feeling that heavy pressure for the first time in her life, she let out a shallow gasp. As the reality of the situation crashed down on her, her light gray eyes widened in shock.
"Ah, mnh… W-wait…"
Her hands grew desperate, her nails digging into his shoulders. Perhaps because she was frantic, but every time she writhed, her entrance innocently twitched and tightened around him. Damn it. A crude curse, one he rarely used even in the military, rose to the back of his throat.
River let out a sigh and swept his messy hair back from his forehead. Irritation flared within him, the feeling of a man dying of thirst being denied a spring. He wanted to cover her mouth, blindfold her, and ravage her until she was a weeping, messy puddle. The veins on his throat bulged with raw desire.
"Vanessa."
When he called her name in a low voice, her shoulders flinched, as if merely being called by him was a great shame. His sigh brushed over her pale cheeks.
"Focus and tell me what you want. Should I stop?"
The muscles in his firm thighs tensed. He neither pushed in further nor pulled back. River licked his lips impatiently.
It was only his fierce pride that allowed him to hold on to his sanity. He wasn't so desperate he'd rut like a dog against a woman who didn't want him. Nor did he want to sink that low. No matter how delicious she was, letting his cock rule his head was just pathetic.
Squeezing out the last of his patience, River braced his arms against the bed. He was at the exact moment he was about to pull himself completely free of her hot, wet flesh.