Chapter 91: Fever of Desire ( 91 )

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Chapter 91 of "A Love I Shouldn't Feel" opens introducing characters: Chapter 91: Fever of Desire ( 91 ) When they arrived, Haruki parked the car just... Find out more!

Chapter 91: Fever of Desire ( 91 ) When they arrived, Haruki parked the car just outside the small, modern house. Kyouko stepped out and took in the view. A single-story home. Neighbors nearby but not too close. And just beyond the trees. The glimmer of the ocean, calm and endless. "Wow..." Kyouko whispered, adjusting her purse strap. "This house is big. You live here?" "Hm? Oh..yeah. The company provides it." "And the car?" "Also company-provided," Haruki said with a small shrug. Kyouko nodded slowly, eyes still on the ocean breeze, then turned toward him. "Wanna go inside?" Haruki asked, tilting his head with a grin. Kyouko looked at him for a second. Then smiled faintly. "Why do you think I followed you here?" Haruki unlocked the door and stepped inside, the soft creak of the hinges echoing faintly in the quiet house. Kyouko followed behind him, her steps light. The door clicked shut. And the silence between them shifted. Haruki turned. Without a word, he leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Kyouko didn’t resist. She melted into it, her fingers resting gently on his chest before sliding up around his neck, returning the kiss with slow, aching need. Their breaths mingled. Hands began to move. Kyouko’s fingers brushed over the buttons of her dress, loosening each one with care, her movements serene. Never rushed, never crude. Haruki’s jacket slid off his shoulders as his hands moved to meet hers, helping her bare the skin he had missed so deeply. "I missed you," he whispered between kisses. "I missed you too," she replied softly, her voice trembling, not from nerves, but from everything she had held back for days. Haruki lifted her into his arms, his breath already growing heavier with need. Kyouko didn’t resist. She wrapped her arms gently around his neck, her body light against him, trusting. He carried her across the room and laid her down onto the couch—soft, slow. Then, his hands moved with more urgency. He reached behind her, unfastening her bra with one practiced motion. Kyouko arched slightly, adjusting her posture to let him slide her panties down with ease. The fabric slipped away from her skin. And there she was. Revealed to him again. Kyouko’s body was everything he remembered. Her skin, soft and smooth, caught the faint morning light pouring through the window. Her breasts, full and naturally firm, rose and fell with each gentle breath. Her pink nipples delicate and inviting. And lower, her pussy....flawless, hairless, warm with waiting. Haruki stared for a moment, breath catching. The sight he had missed so much. So beautiful. So perfect. Haruki hovered over her, eyes burning with longing and lust. As he moved closer, he noticed it. She was already wet. Haruki leaned down and kissed her deeply. Devouring her lips, breathing her in, tasting the ache they both carried during their time apart. His hand guided himself lower, the thick weight of his arousal nudging at her entrance. "Slowly, Haruki... don’t—" Her whisper cut short. "Ahhh!!" Kyouko’s eyes widened, her breath caught as he slammed into her in one rough, desperate thrust. Her pussy stretched in shock, tightly clenching around him. Still half-smiling, she lifted her hand and gave his arm a soft slap. "Are you... too hungry?" she asked, her voice trembling between laughter and moans. Haruki leaned in close, his forehead nearly touching hers. "...Yes," he whispered hotly. Then he kissed her again. Deep, devouring, needy. And his hips slammed forward once more. Harder. Deeper. Her entire body jolted beneath him, the force of his thrust reaching that sacred, sensitive place deep inside her. Kyouko let out a sharp breath, her hands gripping his shoulders as her legs slowly wrapped around his waist. Her back arched. Her mouth parted. Kyouko’s breath caught again as Haruki slammed into her harder, deeper. His penis pushed against the very end of her, thick and full inside her, stretching her walls in a way that sent a sharp, jolting pleasure through her pussy. A little pain... but it was delicious. Her back arched. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her body trembled beneath his weight. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, holding him in, keeping him there. Each thrust sent a ripple through her hips, a sharp mix of fullness, pressure, and heat. Her mind spun. He’s so deep... too deep... But she didn’t want him to stop. She couldn’t speak, her voice lost in ragged breaths and soft, uncontrollable moans. That thickness... that size... moving inside me... It was overwhelming. It was perfect. The friction along her most sensitive walls, the blunt force of each thrust striking that deep spot. It sent her body into waves. And then— "Ha...ru...ki..." Her body tensed. Her thighs trembled. And in one burst of unbearable pleasure, she climaxed. Hard. Her body jerked beneath him, her moan spilling through the air like a song. Her core clenched around him, fluttering tight, soaked, desperate. She felt her body convulse,her nerves tightening like a drawn bow, and then releasing in waves of sweet, shaking release. She kissed him. Messy, deep, breathless. Pulling him in as she rode out the pleasure, her chest rising and falling. Inside her mind, the words echoed like a whisper she couldn’t say aloud: Only you... Only you make me feel this... this real. The sharp rhythm of skin meeting skin echoed through the room. Haruki’s hips slammed into hers, faster now. Harder. The wet sound of their bodies joining filled the air, raw and heavy. Kyouko clung to him. Her nails dug lightly into his back. Her breath stuttered. Her body rocked with every deep thrust. Inside her mind.. She loved this. This side of Haruki. The beast. The man who craved her so fiercely, like she was the only one who could satisfy him. The look on his face when she climaxed. His eyes locked onto hers, hungry, fixated, as if her pleasure was what fed him. He was watching her... enjoying her... Even as her body trembled, as she cried out in climax, he didn’t stop. Not like the first time, when he was careful. Not like the second, when he slowed to let her recover. Now. Now he kept going. Like he wanted to break her with his love. Her thoughts scattered. Because just then, his thick length slammed deep. And hit it. That spot. Her eyes shot wide open. Her body jerked violently beneath him. She gasped. Breathless. Haruki slammed again and again. That same spot. And then it hit her. The surge. The sudden, burning wave that tore through her pussy. Her body tensed. And she squirted. Hard. Liquid burst from her pussy in a wild release, wet and sharp, soaking her thighs, the couch, everything between them. Her body trembled violently, back arching, her voice caught in her throat. Inside her mind. Ohhh...!! ( End Of Chapter )

Chapter 91: Fever of Desire ( 91 )

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