Chapter 265 Lick
The warm, wet tongue slid over her mouth, leaving a woody taste that made her head spin. Her lower lip tingled from his sucking. Charles's heart pounded like a drum, his breath growing heavier.
Naturally gifted? Yes, she certainly had a natural talent for playing with his emotions.
Games were like that, and so were feelings.
She used to love him with every fiber of her being, but now, strangely, she didn't care anymore.
It didn't matter if she didn't love him. He would keep her until she fell in love with him again.
Diana winced in pain as he bit her lip.
No blood, but Charles continued to suck on it after the bite, causing it to swell and tingle. Diana pushed him away with a sharp slap, the sound reverberating in the quiet room.
Finally free, Diana retreated to the head of the bed, breathing heavily, her lips swollen.
Her palms tingled, a reminder of her recent strike.
Charles's head was turned to the side from the blow, his slightly long hair falling over his eyes.
Feeling a bit scared, Diana curled up and exclaimed, "You're playing dirty. Kissing me when you lose is one thing, but biting? That hurts."
She touched her swollen, teeth-marked lips as she spoke.
Charles licked his cheek, meeting her gaze in silence.
When Diana struck him, the first sensation he felt wasn't pain but the scent that wafted from her swinging arm.
The scent filled his nostrils, turning the burning on his face from pain to pleasure.
His desire evident, Charles's eyes locked dangerously on Diana, his erection strong.
"Get off me!" Diana demanded, recognizing the look in Charles's eyes.
Seeing that look on Charles before, Diana knew exactly what he had in mind.
She called out as she scrambled to get out of bed, desperate to escape this lustful situation.
But her efforts were in vain.
Charles seized the collar of her nightgown from behind, and in the next instant, the force flung her onto the bed.
Thankfully, the mattress cushioned her fall, and she landed with a few bounces, lying breathless beneath him.
Her hands were pinned above her head, and her kicking legs were restrained.
Charles's fingers traced the edge of her nightgown down to her waist, gently kneading the sensitive area, causing her to arch weakly in response, like a fish trying to escape.
Lowering his head, he captured her lips once more, his tongue exploring her mouth in a deep, suffocating kiss that left her gasping for air.
Only when her face turned red from lack of oxygen did he relent.
Moving his hot, wet lips down from her chin to her neck, he sucked and nibbled on the delicate skin, eliciting soft, ambiguous sounds from her.
Her skin, easily marked, brought tears to Diana's eyes from the intense stimulation, her vision blurred as she gasped weakly.
Lifting her head slightly to meet his hazy gaze, she quickly averted her eyes.
He nibbled lightly, unfastening her nightgown.
Her breasts spilled out, emitting a sweet fragrance that teased his senses.
The nipples, darkened by pregnancy, hardened under his touch, trembling as they met the cool air, a tantalizing sight.
Withdrawing his hand from her waist, he cupped her chest, squeezing and kneading firmly.
Diana's breasts were modest in size, so when he grasped them, the soft flesh overflowed between his fingers.
After childbirth, her breasts would swell and start producing milk.
If a wife's breasts were engorged, it was best for the husband to suck out the milk directly.
In the next moment, he buried his nose in her breast, his warm, wet tongue drawing the nipple into his mouth, licking and tending to it with care, exploring the area relentlessly.
"Stop, don't... don't lick!" She gasped, the intense sensation sending a wave of heat through her lower abdomen and causing her thighs to moisten.
Ignoring her plea, Charles continued to lick. Gradually releasing her hands, he ran them through her hair, grasping the back of her neck.
His stubbly head rubbed against her chin, giving her the sensation of being nuzzled by a large dog.
Turning his attention to the other breast, he took it into his mouth, the nipple glistening when released. His tongue trailed down to her lower abdomen, sucking gently on the soft skin.
The sweet aroma on his nose evoked memories of a childhood cake. In that moment, he couldn't discern if it was hunger or desire driving him.
Diana clutched his hair with both hands, attempting to pull him away.
But her efforts were futile against Charles's strength. The slight pain from her tugging on his scalp only fueled his desire.
As his moist kisses landed on her lower abdomen, Diana instinctively tensed, her body stiffening.
Over three months pregnant, her naturally slender frame only showed a subtle bump in her belly.
A layer of soft flesh covered her lower abdomen, the slight curve appearing particularly enticing.
Charles closed his eyes, holding her waist gently, planting light kisses on the area.
Their child was growing inside her, the only bond that held them together now.
Struggling to prop herself up on the bed, Diana observed as his actions descended further.
Her heart raced, her mouth involuntarily watering, which she nervously swallowed, urgently saying, "Stop..."
But before she could finish, Charles's long fingers trailed up her pink, flushed thighs.
Reaching the edge of her panties, where the dampness soaked his fingertips.
Charles paused, a look of surprise crossing his face as he raised his head.
He found Diana blushing, her eyes glazed as she gazed at him.
So, whether she wanted it or not, there would still be a reaction, right?
An impish idea sparked in his mind, his fingers now slick, delving straight into her tight, moist core.
With a string of soft moans, she grew increasingly limp, her desire peaking, tears of pleasure forming.
His eyebrows twitched as her inner walls clung to his fingers relentlessly, constricting so much that they could barely move.
Charles had to introduce a thumb to stimulate the clitoris above.
Diana's thoughts turned to mush, unable to comprehend how she had ended up in this situation.
She wasn't one to easily succumb to desire, but this sensation felt undeniably good.
What surprised her was Charles's usually strong sense of attentiveness.
Rather than rushing to the main event, he preferred to tease her first, like molding dough.
Only when she was completely pliant would he consider moving forward.
It was akin to childhood, always saving the best for last, prolonging gratification.
His fingers increased to two, gently exploring her depths, skillfully mimicking the thrusting of intercourse.
His other hand pressed firmly against her thighs to prevent her from clenching due to desire.
"Do you enjoy it?"
He lifted his head, a faint blush coloring his face, appearing even more thrilled than Diana.
"No, I don't like it!"
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