Chapter 123
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 123
He lowered himself over her with deliberate care.
Her smooth skin, slick with a fine sheen of sweat, clung to him like velvet. As he shifted against her to savor the sensation, a flicker of fear crossed her small face, half-hidden in the shadows of the room.
As if to drown out that fear, he pressed his tongue back into the searing heat of her mouth. As he greedily explored the soft, sensitive depths, a low, purring moan vibrated against the back of his throat.
Breathing heavily, he gently pinned her lithe, squirming body beneath his own.
Her skin was slick with perspiration now—or perhaps it was his. His mind grew hazy as his body temperature soared to a fever pitch. He rubbed his desire-hardened frame against her petal-soft flesh, trailing his lips along the delicate curve of her neck.
When he lightly nipped the pulse point at her throat, she shuddered, digging her nails into his shoulders. Her nails, jagged from a cycle of being grown long and then broken, scraped against his skin; for some reason, the sting only heightened his arousal.
To fuel her reaction, he bit and sucked hard on her prominent collarbone before trailing his lips down to her chest, which heaved with ragged, uneven breaths.
Her supple body suddenly went rigid, as if startled by the unfamiliar sensation. He stroked her back to soothe her trembling spine, then took a mouthful of her soft flesh.
A sound—a fractured mix of moans and sobs—washed over him. The heat ravaging his body was reaching an unbearable peak, yet his wife remained unable to relax.
Barkas gently massaged her rigid frame with anxious hands. As his touch moved lower, the tension radiating from her grew even more acute. He leaned into her burning ear and whispered in a hoarse, strained voice.
"It’s all right. I won’t hurt you. Just relax."
In the darkness, he could see her wide eyes trembling aimlessly.
He kissed her eyelids, damp with sweat and tears, and continued to caress her with painstaking care. The woman, who had been shifting uncomfortably, gradually began to yield to his touch. The sight was so provocative it made the back of his head tingle, and for a moment, his vision blurred.
Propping himself up to watch her reaction closely, Barkas gritted his teeth and pulled her even closer. At his more intimate touch, a strained, melodic voice escaped her rose-swollen lips.
"E-enough. It’s enough... Just... do it quickly."
He clenched his jaw. He felt as though he might explode from the urge to obey her command, but he couldn’t let himself be fooled twice.
"No. You have to endure a bit longer."
"I don’t want to. I can’t stand it. So, please..."
He swallowed the small lips that were egging him on.
Her sweat-slicked arms immediately wound around his neck. This woman had always made his head spin with her fickle behavior—retreating when he approached, yet looking at him with resentful eyes when he pulled away. He devoured her mindlessly now, trapping the woman who always drove him mad within his arms.
How long did he spend stroking her damp skin and tangling their tongues? Finally, he felt her body, once rigid with tension, slowly begin to melt.
He gripped her right thigh and slowly lowered himself. Her moist flesh enveloped him with a tight, dragging friction.
Barkas let out a shallow breath, gripped the headboard of the bed firmly, and braced his thighs. His spine was drenched in sweat from the sheer effort of suppressing his rampaging instincts. He endured the sensation for a long moment, biting the inside of his cheek, before finally pushing his hips forward. A stifled groan broke from her lips.
Despite the long time he had spent preparing her, she could not accept him easily.
Barkas, frowning at the increasing pressure, leaned over her and took a deep breath. It was a mistake. As her scent, thickened by the heat, filled his lungs, his mind went blank.
He ground his teeth and gripped the headboard even harder. A sharp crack echoed through the room as the dense wood splintered under his hand.
Startled, he looked down, worried the noise had frightened her. But his wife seemed oblivious to anything happening around them. Seeing her eyes glazed over, completely submerged in the unfamiliar sensations, the last thread of his reason snapped.
Bracing his hands beside her head, he began to move his hips. All he could do in that moment was try his best not to run wild like a stallion in rut. His entire body convulsed as he struggled for control, desperate not to break the fragile body that seemed as though it might shatter in a mere breeze.
With a furrowed brow, Barkas repeated shallow thrusts and retreats, but when the pressure refused to ease, he started to pull back.
In that moment, she threw her arms around his back and let out a strange sound—a mix of a whimper and a sob. The moment he realized his name was buried in that cry, the blood in his entire body surged in a heated rush.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth and resumed the movements he had briefly halted. He could no longer restrain himself.
His desire, having slipped its leash, rapidly gained speed. He tried desperately to regain control, but once his movements had broken free, they only grew more violent. His face contorted with a sense of failure as he checked on her.
"Does it hurt?"
At his barely managed question, she shook her head and clung to his neck.
"N-no, it doesn’t hurt at all."
Her humid breath pressed against his eardrum like hot candle wax.
He gripped her waist tight, scraping together the last of his self-control. She might be lying. Wasn’t she a woman who habitually practiced self-sacrifice? She could be forcing herself to swallow the pain again. He absolutely couldn’t let his guard down—
"But my body feels so strange, Barkas... Do something."
That tearful voice stripped away all thought in an instant.
He swallowed a curse he had never uttered in his life and pressed her body firmly into the sheets. As her wet skin enveloped him perfectly, even his last shred of reasoning evaporated. Soon, the darkness was filled with the violent creaking of the bed and the sound of ragged gasps.
He roughly wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead with the back of his hand and looked down at her, swaying in time with his movements.
Her limp movements were like a water lily swept away by a rough current. Holding onto that delicate body, he crawled toward the very edge of desire. In that moment, her body began to undergo minute spasms.
He gripped her convulsively twisting waist, his spine stiffening with tension. Soon after, a fierce explosion erupted within him, accompanied by a savage thrill that pierced his very soul.
Feeling his vision blur, he closed his eyes tightly.
*
He didn’t know how long he stayed like that. Waiting for his ragged breathing to settle, he slowly propped up his upper body to check on her.
Brushing away the hair matted with sweat, he saw her face, looking utterly dazed. His heart went cold at the sight of her lying motionless, her limbs sprawled. He cupped her cheeks, soaked with sweat and tears, and anxiously peered into her unfocused eyes.
"Are you all right?"
She looked up at him with a bewildered expression.
Fortunately, there was no sign of distress. It seemed she was simply exhausted, having spent all her energy at once. Driven by an unknown impulse, he kissed the corners of her eyes. Her hazy eyes widened, and a violent ripple stirred within her dilated pupils.
Before he could even fathom the reason, she pushed against his shoulders. He looked down at her with a frown. The woman was scrambling to get out from under him. Instinctively, he pinned her down.
"What is it?"
"Move! You’re heavy."
As her struggling grew more intense, he reluctantly sat up. Immediately, the woman rolled to the side, fumbled for her clothes at the foot of the bed, and tried to put them on with hurried hands.
Barkas, watching her silently, pulled her back by the waist.
"Lie down a bit longer."
"What for?" the woman snapped, her voice still trembling. "It’s over. I’m going back to my room now."
"Who said it was over?"
He pulled the woman, who was trying to flee, onto his lap and rubbed his lips against her hot nape. The sweet scent of her skin made his body heat up once again.
"You will sleep in my room tonight."