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CHAPTER LXXXl-82

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As he looked down at her, moving his hips fluidly, he whispered like a devil.

“Is there something you want?”

Lucas already knew that Leila clung to him more during s-x. As if trying to fill a void in her heart, she spread her legs wide to accommodate him, holding onto him tightly, wanting him to go deeper.

And whenever he forcefully thrust his tongue between her parted lips, she quickly reached her climax. While her body was easy, her heart was not.

He knew that while she clung to him during s-x, by morning, she would act as if nothing had happened and distance herself. It had been like that since they first became intimate.

Thinking back, it was always him who made the first move. Lucas, who had never felt the need to please a woman in his life, had his pride hurt. So, he moved his hips in a circular motion, tormenting her insides with his cxck, and asked again.

“There are things you need to express with words, just like now.”

With each rotation of his cxck, her insides made wet sounds as her juices flowed, trickling down his shaft. Being sensitive to sound, her legs trembled at the noise.

He intentionally grabbed her ankles and spread them to the limit, pressing down to lift her hips slightly, making it easier to thrust deeper.

“Nng, haah, ah!”

With his rapid thrusts, Leila’s mind went blank, making it impossible for her to answer. Desperately trying to hold on, she reached up, pressing her palms against the wall to stabilize her wildly shaking body.

With her body somewhat stabilized, his thrusts became even more forceful. The sound of their wet, sloppy union grew louder with each powerful thrust.

Even as he demanded an answer from her, the rising pleasure consumed him, making him focus solely on his thrusts. He relentlessly pounded her deepest part, her cervix.

As his cxck reshaped her insides, Leila quickly reached her climax, her slender legs stretching out.

“Aah, ngh…”

Unable to scream or even breathe properly, she tightened around his cxck with all her might. Her body froze momentarily, and the only sound was his heavy breathing above her.

“Damn…”

Lucas was surprised he hadn’t come earlier. The intense pressure she exerted on his cxck was stronger than if she had been gripping it with her hands. Overwhelmed, he released his seed forcefully.

Feeling humiliated, he bit down hard on her delicate ankle.

“Ouch!”

The brief pain made her squirm, finally exhaling a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“Ahh!”

Caught in the overwhelming aftershocks of her xrgxsm, she scratched at his arm with her fingertips. The multiple bursts of pleasure seemed to consume her entirely, and she spread her arms wide.

Tears more transparent than gla*s beads rolled down her jewel-like eyes. Unable to tear his gaze away, Lucas spoke through his labored breaths.

“Tell me what you want.”

“…Please, stop.”

Finally hearing the response he wanted, Lucas twisted his lips into a smirk and leaned into her arms. She clung to him eagerly. Moments like this gave him a satisfaction beyond words.

“This might become a habit.”

He muttered quietly, then wrapped his arms around her waist and stood up. Supporting her effortlessly with one arm, he said,

“Could you help me take off my shirt?”

Unlike her, he was still fully dressed. Holding her with one hand, he used the other to pull down his trousers. With trembling hands, Leila slowly managed to unbutton and remove his shirt.

The sensation of skin against skin brought immense comfort. Leila stroked his arm and then hugged him tightly. Resting her head on his shoulder, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“To think you’d act like this…”

Gripping her a*s firmly, he grumbled as if displeased but was secretly delighted by how she clung to him. Standing up, he began thrusting again.

With each upward thrust, the semen he had spilled inside her started to trickle out. The wet, obscene sounds grew louder.

Leila didn’t mind these moments when she could feel him with all her remaining senses except for sight.

No, that was a lie. She loved it.

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She brushed away all unnecessary thoughts and traced his face with her hands. Even with just the touch of her fingertips, she could tell he had an incredibly handsome face.

She covered one of his eyes with her palm, following the rhythm of their movements, then slowly traced down his nose, outlining his features. Her actions made Lucas halt his fierce thrusts. He pressed his face closer into her palm, as if inviting her to touch him more.

Leila cupped his face with both hands. Gently caressing him, she slowly brought her lips to his. She could feel his lips tremble slightly as they barely touched. His reaction felt awkward but not unpleasant.

Despite her reservations, she wanted to do as she pleased whenever their bodies intertwined.

“Kiss me, please.”

Lucas, who had been watching her intensely, kissed her roughly. An indescribable feeling of immense satisfaction made his heart pound even harder.

***

“Leila.”

The woman’s name, meaning the ‘night’, was softly called. Lucas ran his fingers through the black hair of the woman sleeping vulnerably in his arms. Although her hair seemed unkempt from lack of care, it felt silky smooth to the touch.

Her faint pheromones were intoxicating. The sweet, grassy scent was reminiscent of the Darjeeling tea he loved.

He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger and kissed it. The fragrance of her pheromones seemed to emanate even from her hair, rekindling the heat in his body that had briefly subsided.

“Haah…”

Instead of waking her directly, he continued to stroke her hair, licking the shell of her ear. He licked her earlobe while cupping her ample brxxst, which overflowed from his large hand like soft pudding.

Gripping her erxct nxxple between his thumb and forefinger, he tugged slightly before inserting his tongue into her ear.

“Mmh…”

As her senses slowly awoke, a soft moan escaped her delicate lips. Lucas didn’t miss that tiny sound. Still intertwined with her, he slowly lifted his upper body. The thin blanket that covered them slid off.

His bare, fair back was like a sculpture of an ancient god, muscles perfectly defined. As he moved, his muscles rippled smoothly. The faint red scratches criss crossing his broad back looked like a sketch.

Though the sweat stung, the sensation excited him because it was Leila who left those marks.

“Will you not wake up?”

Although he had put her to sleep not long ago, he wanted to see her awake again. The more he shared his body with her, the more insatiable his desire became, like drinking saltwater.

Recalling the moment when Leila had initiated the kiss, he sighed softly and murmured,

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

She had never shown such behavior before, only approaching him after he had taken the initiative. Did she really not understand what that meant?

He wanted to wake her immediately to find out.