Chapter 163 - 162: Again and Again (R18)

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Chapter 163: Chapter 162: Again and Again (R18) She tugged at the laces of his tunic with trembling fingers, her knuckles brushing the hard lines of his stomach. He pulled her dress upward, the fabric gliding over her thighs, her hips, her breasts, before it slipped from her shoulders and puddled at her feet. Aurelya stood naked before him, bathed in firelight and shadows. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, their pink nipples tight with arousal. Her pale skin flushed in patches, cheeks, chest, belly, leading his gaze downward. Lumberling’s eyes lingered on her soft mound, her neatly trimmed nether lips glistening faintly in the light. A tremor ran through her thighs as she felt his gaze upon her. "You’re perfect... every time." "Don’t stare like that," she murmured, cheeks flushing deeper. "You’re making it worse." His fingertips traced the slope of her waist, the dip of her lower back. She shuddered beneath his touch, biting her lip to suppress a moan. Not from cold. From heat, from pressure rising inside her womb like a kettle about to boil. When his lips brushed her collarbone, she tilted her head back with a breathy gasp, baring her throat like a creature offering itself. "Touch me," she breathed. "Don’t hold back tonight." His mouth trailed downward. Neck, shoulder, then to her breast. He took one nipple between his lips, sucking gently, teasing it with his tongue. She arched into him, her hands curling into his hair. Her voice trembled with need. "Lumberling... ah, keep going, just like that..." His hands slid down her sides, firm and possessive, gripping the curve of her hips before moving to cup her ass, kneading it with slow deliberation. Her thighs squeezed together, her body aching for more, for friction, for release. Then he pushed her back onto the bed, and she let herself fall, her hair fanning out like a golden halo across the pillow. The sheets twisted beneath her as she opened her legs slightly, just enough for him to see, to want. He followed her down, the mattress shifting beneath his weight as he lowered himself between her thighs, kissing her again, deep, hard, full of restrained hunger. Her legs wrapped around him. His hands roamed possessively, cupping the firm curves of her ass before sliding upward to her breast, his palm warm against her flushed skin. He kneaded gently, teasing the hardened peak with thumb and knuckle until she whimpered, her back arching in silent invitation. Then his touch drifted lower, down her ribcage, over the soft rise of her stomach, fingers brushing a trail that made her muscles quiver. She spread her thighs without being asked. His hand dipped between them. He slid his fingers slowly over her slick heat, and her breath caught, her whole body trembled. "So wet already..." he murmured. Aurelya’s eyes burned into his. "Just put it in already," she whispered, voice ragged, needful. "So desperate. You need it that badly?" Aurelya bit her lips. "I need you." He shifted forward, positioning himself between her thighs, the heat of her body drawing him in like a flame luring a moth. His tip brushed against her entrance, and he paused, just long enough to lock eyes with her. Then he pushed forward. Her body resisted at first, as if clinging to the memory of every time before, but he sank into her slowly, deeply, inch by pulsing inch, until she took all of him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her breath caught in a moan. "Still so tight... gods." "Ahhh..." Her head fell back against the pillow, golden hair cascading wildly. He didn’t wait. He knew what she wanted, no teasing, no slow buildup. Just raw, furious need. "Take me," she whispered, eyes pleading. "Ruin me again." He started thrusting into her with powerful strokes, his hands braced on either side of her head. Her cries bounced off the stone walls, high-pitched and urgent. "Faster," she begged, clawing at his back. "You’ll regret asking," he warned with a smirk, slamming harder. He kissed her hard, swallowing her sounds, their bodies colliding with slick heat. Then he seized both her wrists and pinned them above her head, locking her down as his rhythm deepened, merciless and rhythmic, each thrust pressing her further into the bed. "Your mine," he growled into her ear. "Say it." She gasped. "Yours...Lumberling, I’m yours!" Aurelya offered no resistance. Her eyes rolled back, her body shaking under him, her thighs quivering around his hips. All she could do was take it, helpless to the overwhelming rhythm he set. He drove into her until heat welled in his spine, until tension burned through every muscle. And then, release. He groaned into her neck, letting go, spilling his essence deep inside her, painting her womb as she cried out, her body spasming around him, tightening with her own climax. They collapsed into each other, limbs tangled, breathless, slick with sweat. But she wasn’t finished. Still trembling, Aurelya pushed herself upright, straddling him, guiding him back inside with slow confidence. She brushed hair from her face, eyes wild. "I’m not done with you yet." Her hair clung to her temples, her skin glowed in the firelight. She began to move on top of him, slow, grinding circles, then bouncing with increasing speed, her hands pressed to his chest for balance. "You’re beautiful," he whispered into her pointed ear. "Then don’t look away." He nipped at the tip, and felt her clamp tight around him. Her face twisted with pleasure, flushed cheeks and parted lips betraying how close she was again. She rode him harder, faster, letting go of restraint, chasing the edge of pleasure that blurred the line between pain and ecstasy. "I’m close... Lumberling, I’m..." Her breathing hitched. Her thighs trembled. Then, she stiffened. He felt her break around him, tightening, spasming. She moaned, raw and open, as her climax tore through her. He followed seconds later, pulsing inside her with a groan, his fingers digging into her hips as his head fell back. She collapsed onto his chest, still joined, breath hot against his skin. Then he turned her over with firm hands, pressing her down into the mattress. Her golden hair splayed across the sheets like a halo, her breathing wild and ragged. She looked over her shoulder at him, her cheeks flushed, lips parted, sweat gleaming at her temples. "Gods, you’re insatiable," Aurelya gasped, breathless, a half-laugh tumbling from her lips. Lumberling met her gaze, eyes dark and unwavering. "Say stop... if you want me to." She flashed him a wicked grin. "Don’t you dare stop." He grabbed her legs, lifting them onto his shoulders. The motion bent her sharply, folding her beneath him in a position that made her gasp, half pain, half unbearable anticipation. Her thighs trembled against him, exposed and helpless. "Lumberling..." she moaned, already breathless.

Chapter 163 - 162: Again and Again (R18)

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