Carmine must marry the Duke of Malakai, Damian Sangkajaya, who is famously known as the Monster from the North. Her unfavorable position made her dare to offer a contractual marriage to the Duke. In exchange for Damian's protection, Carmine would be...
The cold air made Carmine let a puff of smoke out of her plump lips. The hair on her neck stood up. She could feel the coolness of the wooden table where she sat in a tent.
But she did not feel cold at all.
In front of her, a man held her warmly. His strong hands gripped Carmine's hips firmly while he rammed into her woman garden, hard. Like a battering hammer continuously barging the same hole, demanding to enter Carmine's deepest core. His movements were fast, full of urgency ... as if the man needed to mark the deepest part of Carmine.
Damian gave a small kiss to Carmine's neck and shoulder. The man's lips and tongue gave a tingling sensation to the girl's skin.
"Ah... Damian..."
Every time Damian pierced her, Carmine was increasingly being carried away with an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. A feeling of ecstasy kept on piling up inside her. She could feel her insides twitch and envelop Damian's like a wrapping blanket. As if the walls of her insides had been sculpted according to the shape of Damian's manhood.
Thinking about that made Carmine groan deeply.
Carmine's voice sounded like honey to Damian. And he was addicted to it. Damian felt satisfied and happy to be able to make the woman in his arms feel good. He wanted to continue to bring that pleasure to Carmine.
Some moments throughout the night, he slowed down his movements. Then he showered Carmine with millions of kisses all over her body. Other moments, he accelerated his movements suddenly, deliberately making Carmine gasp... even screaming incoherently. When he couldn't keep it in any longer, he would increase his speed even more and deepen his reach inside of her. Until they both reached the peak of ecstasy.
"Haaa ..."
"Ngg... Ah..."
"Carmine," Damian whispered into her ear. "Carmine. Carmine. Carmine."
The two of them groaned. Carmine's body became limp right after riding her wave. The woman hooked her arms around Damian's neck as she tried to calm her racing heartbeat and raspy breathing.
But before Carmine could restore her breathing rate to normal, Damian lifted her body easily. And without Carmine's approval, he started ramming the woman's burrow yet again.
Damian and Carmine continued this cycle countless times. They did it on Damian's mattress, on the rug made of fur, and on the table where a royal map and important documents were laid. Sometimes Carmine positioned herself below him, sometimes she demanded to be above Damian, and other times they were lying side by side. But their intimate movement continued like a mystical dance they didn't want to stop.
Carmine did not want their night to end.
Because before the sun rose, she would have to leave Damian. While Damian had to lead the troops to war, she would not wait.
Even though her heart was sore, she had to face this risk. The world was at stake. And for the sake of the world that Damian and Darius lived in... Carmine was willing to burn whatever got in their way.
But tonight... just for tonight... Carmine wanted to forget the world and only focused on the man in front of her. The man that was embracing her. The man that had penetrated through her heart in various ways.
Truthfully, she did not want to let go of Damian's embrace. She was reluctant to let go of the man's warmth.
For Carmine, that night might be the last time they could be together. Yes, Damian did not yet know about her decision. And Carmine did not want him to know. If he knew, she was sure that Damian would not let her go.
She looked down, where Damian's body conjoined with hers. A little smile crept on her lips.
"You like what you see?" Damian asked playfully. Deliberately, he pulled his manhood out slowly. Then without notice struck its whole length into Carmine fast.
"Damian...."
"What am I supposed to do if you like it so much?" Damian asked, still with that playful tone. "I have to embrace you multiple times so you would not forget the pleasure that only I could give you, Wife."
She laughed lightly hearing his jest. "Yours is the only one in the world for me."
Damian, who did not expect Carmine to say that, blushed. Both of his ears went red. This was too cute for Carmine to see. Damian, who had nicknames such as The Devil and The Monster from the North... blushed when she praised his shaft.
Their relationship was indeed funny. It started with a marriage contract without love. They, two people who never really believed in love... have learned to love each other.
Carmine, who pent up great anger toward the world, and Damian, who was mocked by the entire world. Now both of them have accepted one another with a feverish passion.
Unfortunately, tonight might very well be their last night. Before finally, they would save the world... or create destruction never seen before in this world.
'Destruction,' a word that in the old tongue pronounced as 'Malapetaka' ... and was Carmine's other name.
The Journey Starts Now
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