Chapter 385 Nightmare
The room's air conditioning hummed softly, keeping the temperature just right.
The minimalist, cold decor of the bedroom was softened only by the glow of a single nightlight.
In the center of the room, Diana lay deeply asleep on a large, soft black bed.
She was completely at peace, her thick eyelashes resting quietly, her rosy lips slightly pouted.
The nightlight cast a gentle, serene glow on her face, oblivious to any danger around her.
Charles sat lazily at the head of the bed, his eyes dark and unreadable, tracing Diana's silhouette from head to toe.
He watched her for a long time before leaning down.
His lips hovered just above hers, his prominent nose brushing against her nose tip, mingling with her gentle breaths.
After a moment, he spoke, his voice roughened by desire, "You came back to me on your own."
His hot breath brushed against her face, causing Diana's eyelashes to flutter slightly, but she showed no signs of waking.
Charles turned his head, inhaling the scent of her skin at her delicate neck, the warmth and fragrance filling his senses.
He buried his face deeply into the side of her neck, his teeth grazing the vulnerable skin. His rough tongue licked the soft flesh, like an addict, breathing deeply and greedily, savoring her scent.
Five years. It had been so long since he last experienced this intoxicating aroma.
Only after leaving a bite mark on her neck did he reluctantly pull away. His dark eyes burned with desire, and the fabric of his suit pants was already straining with his arousal.
During the day, he could suppress his urges, maintaining a facade of decorum. But at night, he didn't care about anything else; he just wanted to claim what he had been holding back.
Was that too much to ask?
Charles straightened up, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her shirt. Diana's clothes were quickly stripped away, piece by piece, landing haphazardly on the carpet.
Her body lay bare on the black bed, which looked like an altar, her naked form bathed in a dim moonlight, giving her skin a gem-like sheen.
Her slender, toned body was fully exposed, her limbs long and graceful, her waist tight and supple.
Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, the pink nipples standing out, innocent yet provocatively inviting.
Charles' gaze swept over her body, spreading her legs apart.
His hands roamed urgently, and when he saw the small red mole at the base of her thigh, he smiled and pulled her closer.
His tall frame enveloped her completely.
One hand roamed her thigh, feeling the smooth skin and warmth. He breathed heavily into her ear, pulling her into a tight embrace. Even through their skin, he could feel her heartbeat.
He nervously reached out to check her breath, feeling the warm air against his fingers, and finally relaxed.
Staring at her face so close, Charles licked his teeth. His teeth itched, his heart itched, he wanted to devour her.
Where should he start?
His gaze fell to her pink lips.
He parted his lips, capturing hers, his tongue prying at her mouth, trying to delve deeper. But her teeth were clenched too tightly.
Charles frowned slightly, lifting her chin to force her to breathe. Her mouth finally opened, and his tongue slipped in, exploring her teeth, entwining with her tongue.
The room filled with the sound of their wet kiss, growing more urgent, almost like a beast devouring raw meat.
In her sleep, Diana felt like she couldn't breathe. She furrowed her brows, trying to push out the intruding tongue, but it only made the kiss more intense.
Only when her face turned red and her body moved did Charles reluctantly let go.
Although he had used a little something to keep her asleep, the possibility of her waking up at any moment excited him even more.
He was curious about her reaction when she opened her eyes and saw him, so he became even bolder.
As the sound of a belt being unbuckled filled the room, his hard penis sprang free, rubbing against her waist.
Her legs were spread apart, hanging limply at his sides.
Charles gripped her thigh, feeling it was a bit fleshier than before, then his fingers moved inward.
When he touched the narrow slit, he paused, then spread it open, finding the small nub.
He pinched it lightly, as if pressing a switch. The sudden climax made Diana arch her back, moaning, but she couldn't open her eyes.
His fingers were coated in her fluids, and he inserted two fingers into her tight vagina. The freshly climaxed flesh clung to his fingers, making it difficult to push in further.
Her flushed face tilted back, but the nightmare held her tighter.
The sound of wetness grew louder, and Diana's dream turned bizarre.
She dreamt of being captured by a giant tentacle monster.
The ground beneath her turned into a swamp, making it impossible to stand. She couldn't see the monster's face, only its tentacles, like a giant octopus.
The tentacles were dark purple at the base, fading to a pale pink at the tips, like petals. They were smooth, with small, fleshy suckers on the underside.
In the dream, Diana screamed, falling backward, but she didn't feel pain because her hands were held by the tentacles.
Just when she thought she would be eaten, a tentacle wrapped around her waist. Diana struggled, but four tentacles held her limbs.
The slimy, soft tentacles stripped her clothes, exploring her body, teasing her navel. Diana shuddered.
Two more tentacles spread her legs.
"No!"
She screamed, but her voice was muffled, her throat blocked.
Diana suddenly realized she was dreaming.
Yes, it was a dream. Even if she was eaten, it wouldn't matter; she wouldn't feel anything.
She tried to calm down, stop struggling, and control her thoughts to change the dream.
But soon, she couldn't stay calm. A purple tentacle reached between her legs, the small suckers wrapping around her vagina, sucking gently.
The sensation wasn't strong, but it was enough to feel. The pleasure spread from her core, her body like a sponge being squeezed, all the moisture absorbed by the tentacle.
Diana bit her lip, the image blurry, but the pleasure was clear. The suckers covered her wet slit, spreading her soft lips, sucking hard on her tight entrance.
One tentacle pushed in slightly, slowly stretching her tight walls, moving back and forth.
Diana's moans turned into broken whimpers, her climax forcibly prolonged.
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