When Beauty Destroys The BL World

Chapter 113~The Night Deepened~

*TRIGGER WARNING: This contains some themes and depictions that might be sensitive to certain readers. HEAVILY contains sexual content that is unsuitable for children.*

Nickolai's eyes darkened with raw hunger as he gazed up at Irene, her body still trembling from the waves of her release.

Her pussy glistened with her juices, and the scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating him further. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, savoring the lingering taste of her on his tongue-sweet, musky, utterly addictive.

His cock throbbed painfully against the confines of his pants, straining for release, but he wasn't done worshiping her yet.

"Irene," he murmured, his voice rough and laced with desire, crawling back up her body. He didn't find it awkward at all calling her that name.

It suited her perfectly, this woman with her wild hair splayed across the pillow and her body marked by his mouth. Some deep attachment lingered in the way he said it, a thread pulling him closer, binding him to this moment.

His mind wandered briefly to the past, to the man he'd once desired-the one whose shadow had haunted his thoughts with unrequited longing.

That same man had craved her, pursued her with dedication that Nickolai had envied from afar. And now, here she was, the woman he once hated to death, utterly undone beneath him, her pussy still quivering from his tongue, her skin bearing the red imprints of his teeth.

The irony twisted in his gut, odd and exhilarating, a twisted satisfaction blooming in his chest.

'Mine....all mine...'

His hands slid over her sweat-slicked skin, tracing the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, feeling the rapid flutter of her heartbeat beneath his palms.

She looked at him with those intense eyes, half-lidded and filled with a mix of vulnerability and fire that made his chest tighten.

She reached for him, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down until their lips met again.

This kiss was slower, deeper, their tongues sliding against each other in a dance of shared breaths and whispered moans.

'She tasted so sweet,' Nickolai thought as tilted his head, deepened their kiss.

Irene's hands roamed his bare chest, nails scraping lightly over his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his groin.

He groaned into her mouth, his hips instinctively grinding against her thigh, the friction doing little to ease the ache.

With a growl, Nickolai broke the kiss and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants, shoving them down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already leaking pre-cum.

Irene's gaze dropped to it, her breath hitching-a sight that nearly undid him right there.

'Shit-'

Heat flushed his skin, every nerve alight as he fought the urge to plunge inside her.

This was his first-he craved nothing more than to fill her completely, but with his limited experience he wouldn't wish to hurt her, not when her body trembled beneath him this way.

Nickolai's cock pulsed with need against Irene's slick entrance, the teasing friction of his grinding sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Irene gasped at his deliberate movements, her hips bucking instinctively, craving more of the pressure against her clit. Her breaths came in short bursts, her pussy growing wetter with each slow grind of his thick shaft along her folds.