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“Ah…!”

Like a small boat tossed in a storm, Elysia’s body jerked upward in an instant. Hadeon pressed down her upper body with his weight. Even with a slight bend of his upper body, Elysia was entirely covered by his shadow. With no space to escape, she felt him penetrate deeply inside her.

Hadeon’s eyes captured every detail of Elysia’s wide-eyed and open-mouthed expression, filled with shock, despair, and a faint trace of ecstasy. His lips curled into a faint smile.

“Do you like it when I put it in?”

Elysia’s lips parted in despair. Her eyes reddened, ready to shed tears. A woman crying while embracing him was irresistibly endearing. Overcome with uncontrollable desire, Hadeon inserted a second finger.

As her insides filled and squeezed tightly around him, Elysia’s eyes shut tight, reflecting a moment of pain. When her struggling legs were pinned down by his thighs, she quickly calmed. Her breath became erratic, as if she had run a marathon.

Hadeon’s cold gaze absorbed every scene. His fingers were tightly gripped by her inner walls, making him feel choked.

“I asked if you liked it, Elysia.”

“I don’t know… Ugh!”

As if she couldn’t bear to speak, Elysia raised her hands to cover her face again.

It felt like death for him as well.

Hadeon, holding back an urge to rip off his shirt’s top button, endured the moment with immense self-control. A single mistake and this human woman lying beneath him could be his last. This thought, sharp as a honed blade, restrained every action deeply. Each touch with her skin, now a habitual thrill, brought him even closer to the edge.

When he slightly curved and moved his fingers, Elysia’s brows furrowed, feeling the stimulation.

“Ahh…”

“Have you ever masturbated?”

At his provocative words, Elysia’s eyes widened as if she had encountered a demon committing a sin.

Well, such a reaction was expected. Hadeon recalled their second meeting, where she was veiled and praying more devoutly than any woman. She was a truly devout and sincere woman.

The memory of her saintly figure, the object of his lust, made him feel like a scoundrel. His arousal intensified as he thought of her modest, prayerful backside. Though he ignored the urge to go all the way today, knowing he had to pay the price for invading her sanctity.

Using the strength of his forearms, Hadeon started moving his fingers. Her insides tightened around him, biting his fingers.