It had been a month since she married Emilio.
Every day, he licked the secret part of the sleeping Alana. It was usual for Alana to c*m before she woke up.
He held her so tightly that she could not escape from the stimulation. The curves of her body were sensually carved; caressed over and over until she could not differentiate what was north or south.
When she was at my limit, breathless and in pain, silver hair appeared in her field of vision, and she looked into violet eyes filled with lust.
It was so beautiful that it made her skin crawl. Alana gasped loudly, impatient and helpless.
She felt like crying. But she held it back.
“Do you want it so badly? If you want it, Alana, say you want it,” as her breasts hummed in rhythm with him, he stroked her sweaty forehead.
“Do you think I’m unclean? Do you think I’m filthy? Do you hate? ...Alana, say what you want,” Alana trembled. The tip of her nose raised as a violent storm raged down below.
She wondered if she was craving him. Her body squirmed as he sucked her as if desperately trying to plug the long, deep, gaping hole with his heat.
“─. You want me too much, you.” The rhythm resumed immediately. Hard. Precise. It pierced its way to the back.
It didn’t end until he ejaculated. He was relentless every time and never let up. As he passionately expelled his s*men, Alana’s insides contracted over and over again, as if she was trying to squeeze him even more. Her body seemed to be delighted. She was made aware that she wanted him.
The mind and body were separate. The body felt good, and when it felt good, it tingled violently. However, her heart refused to stop. She was not eligible for pleasure.
But when her rational mind immediately came up, it disappeared. She hoped this time would continue forever. If he hugged her tightly, the blurred scenery became even more blurred and disappeared. Something was spilling out from the nape of her neck.
She knew that she must not let him see her.
“...Why were you crying?” Her eyes were wiped with an unfriendly, rugged hand. Maybe he was trying to stop her tears, but he rubbed hard. It was hard to stop something when it was handled with such force. She believed he was a man used to women, but he wasn’t used to them at all. He raised his upper body while holding Alana. And he stroked her head. Alana took it with mixed feelings.
[Chapter 57 – Illustration]
As she looked at him, her eyes narrowed. His thin lips seemed to be smiling, which confused her. Alana looked at his mouth, but she realised that he was also staring at hers.
She inadvertently hid it with her hand, but he caught it and moved it aside.
“Do you hate me?”
“There is no reason to hate you.”
“Yes. But you still cry. You feel troubled.”
The tears on Alana’s eyelashes splattered.
“If you stop crying, I’ll put on your dress and comb your hair. I’ll tie it out of the way. After that, let’s have a meal. I have something to tell you. Something I want to try for your hand.”
Luciano caught Alana’s lips. His stretched fingers suddenly pushed into the teeth hiding behind the plush red cushions. His gaze shifted upwards towards Alana’s eyes.
Immediately, their eyes met.
“Stop crying now. I’ll do something that feels good until you stop crying.” He laid Alana’s body in the bed. He looked at her from above, and she gasped.
She could see her own reflection in his violet eyes. He was looking only at Alana. She thought he was associated with many women in the castle because she allowed him, mistresses. At least that was the case with him Benito’s report. However, since he came to the castle, he had only held Alana to this day. What was wrong with her was that she was happy with it. She had to disappear as soon as possible. It was not worth it. She was not worth living for.
“Ah.”
Her chest curled and writhed under his touch. He knew exactly what Alana felt. Alana closed her eyes, wincing. She wanted to remember the starry sky she once saw.
It had been a month since she married Emilio.
Every day, he licked the secret part of the sleeping Alana. It was usual for Alana to c*m before she woke up.
He held her so tightly that she could not escape from the stimulation. The curves of her body were sensually carved; caressed over and over until she could not differentiate what was north or south.
When she was at my limit, breathless and in pain, silver hair appeared in her field of vision, and she looked into violet eyes filled with lust.
It was so beautiful that it made her skin crawl. Alana gasped loudly, impatient and helpless.
She felt like crying. But she held it back.
“Do you want it so badly? If you want it, Alana, say you want it,” as her breasts hummed in rhythm with him, he stroked her sweaty forehead.
“Do you think I’m unclean? Do you think I’m filthy? Do you hate? ...Alana, say what you want,” Alana trembled. The tip of her nose raised as a violent storm raged down below.
She wondered if she was craving him. Her body squirmed as he sucked her as if desperately trying to plug the long, deep, gaping hole with his heat.
“─. You want me too much, you.” The rhythm resumed immediately. Hard. Precise. It pierced its way to the back.
It didn’t end until he ejaculated. He was relentless every time and never let up. As he passionately expelled his s*men, Alana’s insides contracted over and over again, as if she was trying to squeeze him even more. Her body seemed to be delighted. She was made aware that she wanted him.
The mind and body were separate. The body felt good, and when it felt good, it tingled violently. However, her heart refused to stop. She was not eligible for pleasure.
But when her rational mind immediately came up, it disappeared. She hoped this time would continue forever. If he hugged her tightly, the blurred scenery became even more blurred and disappeared. Something was spilling out from the nape of her neck.
She knew that she must not let him see her.
“...Why were you crying?” Her eyes were wiped with an unfriendly, rugged hand. Maybe he was trying to stop her tears, but he rubbed hard. It was hard to stop something when it was handled with such force. She believed he was a man used to women, but he wasn’t used to them at all. He raised his upper body while holding Alana. And he stroked her head. Alana took it with mixed feelings.
[Chapter 57 – Illustration]
As she looked at him, her eyes narrowed. His thin lips seemed to be smiling, which confused her. Alana looked at his mouth, but she realised that he was also staring at hers.
She inadvertently hid it with her hand, but he caught it and moved it aside.
“Do you hate me?”
“There is no reason to hate you.”
“Yes. But you still cry. You feel troubled.”
The tears on Alana’s eyelashes splattered.
“If you stop crying, I’ll put on your dress and comb your hair. I’ll tie it out of the way. After that, let’s have a meal. I have something to tell you. Something I want to try for your hand.”
Luciano caught Alana’s lips. His stretched fingers suddenly pushed into the teeth hiding behind the plush red cushions. His gaze shifted upwards towards Alana’s eyes.
Immediately, their eyes met.
“Stop crying now. I’ll do something that feels good until you stop crying.” He laid Alana’s body in the bed. He looked at her from above, and she gasped.
She could see her own reflection in his violet eyes. He was looking only at Alana. She thought he was associated with many women in the castle because she allowed him, mistresses. At least that was the case with him Benito’s report. However, since he came to the castle, he had only held Alana to this day. What was wrong with her was that she was happy with it. She had to disappear as soon as possible. It was not worth it. She was not worth living for.
“Ah.”
Her chest curled and writhed under his touch. He knew exactly what Alana felt. Alana closed her eyes, wincing. She wanted to remember the starry sky she once saw.
