Chapter 133 - The Duchess’ Rage, Again (19)
Chapter 133 – The Duchess’ Rage, Again (19)
Chapter 133: The Duchess’ Rage, Again (19)
Igor lightly kissed her lips, climbing on top of her. Rihannan’s eyes widened, realizing what he planned to do.
Looking at her cute and surprised expression, Igor smiled and lifted an eyebrow. “I told you last time, didn’t I? When men wake up in the morning, they want to do it even more.”
Before she could muster a reply, his shaft poked her abdomen. It increased in size and pressured down on her glaringly.
“I’m only like this because you fell asleep right after we did it… once… I could barely hold back my desires to pounce you while you were asleep…”
Ah… the reasons why she felt his frustrations and why he embraced her tight first thing in the morning was because of… her…
Rihannan was dumbfounded.
“…Igor…”
Nevertheless, Igor steadily opened her legs, his fingers running up the skin of her legs as he lowered his hand and bit onto her thighs, chewing lightly as if a form of punishment.
Rihannan’s skin practically glowed at his touch.
“It’ll feel nice, you’ll feel good… don’t look annoyed.”
Igor planted light kisses in her inner thighs. He looked at her flower; it was slightly damp from their deed last night. He spread her open to look inside. It was pink and perfectly smooth—created in perfection.
Igor buried his tongue inside her wet flower.
Her body had gone rigid from the sudden connection. She mumbled incoherent words as he fought to keep his tongue inside her folds.
“Ha….!”
Thereafter, Igor rose up and placed his shaft at the entrance of her garden. He pushed forward, Rihannan’s inner flash parting easily to happily greet his manhood.
She gripped him with tenacity as she cried out, letting out an unintelligible moan. The insides of her muscle slowly took the shape of him.
Igor gave a low grunt. He could already feel the pleasure starting to build.
Rihannan’s arm shook; she wrapped it around his neck and left her body to the pleasure of sensation. She had completely spent her energy last night; she had no strength left in her, so she allowed Igor to do as he pleased.
He didn’t move too fast nor too slow… just perfect.
Light sounds of breathing and skin slapping against each other we’re the only sounds filling up the room in the early crack of dawn.
His slow and calm thrusting quickened. He could feel her churning and writing as their breathing became heavier. The unbridled pleasure of org*sm coursed through the both of them.
And then, reaching climax, Igor grunted and Rihannan wailed in unrestrained ecstasy, bodies shaking heavily.
Igor pumped his seed inside her, feeling her womanhood clenching in him desperately as she climaxed. He jammed his mouth against hers and kissed her fervently, feeling the need to touch her.
Thereafter, he collapsed on top of her.
Rihannan could the warm fluids inside her spread around as she closed her eyes. The heavy weight of the man pushing her down was not the least bit uncomfortable. Though it hadn’t been long since they slept together, she had grown hard to his comforting presence.
Igor rubbed her lower lips lightly as he watched her breathe in and out.
“…It must have been painful,” he mumbled. He licked her lips, which swole and bruised from his caress. “I’m sorry. This won’t happen again.”
She wanted to reply, but she had already closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.
Igor looked at her dreamlike expression and let out a sigh. “Are you going to sleep again?”
Rihannan had fallen into a deep slumber.
***
“That fool’s driving me crazy,” Mrs. Cessley lashed out as she helped wash Rihannan in the bathtub.
She had ordered the maids to step out while she personally tended to Rihannan.
“Your lips are all bruised and the marks on your nape… hmmph!”
If one compared to how Rihannan looked in her fight with Igor, then she left the battlefield with only a few bruises.
When she walked into the room, Mrs. Cessley did not expect to see Rihannan with curl lips and bite marks first thing in the morning after sleeping with the king.
She immediately sent the maids away and grabbed Rihannan’s hand, asking sincerely if anything happened last night between her and Igor.
Rihannan assured her nothing happened, to which comforter Mrs. Cessley’s mind a bit. Regardless, Mrs. Cessley’s complaints didn’t stop as she threw out endless curses and complaints toward the no-good-king.