Chapter 445 Initiative
Diana curled up on the floor, the drug making the hair that fell across her face feel like needles.
It wasn't quite the right word to describe hair, but those few strands, under the influence of the drug, scraped her skin with intense itching and slight pain.
Her blood vessels throbbed, her skin gradually warmed, turning pink, and her senses became sharper.
It wasn't just her face that felt intense; even her body pressed against the floor was incredibly sensitive.
She could feel every tiny tremor with each breath, sending continuous sensations from the surface of her skin, spreading to her muscles, bones, and even her internal organs.
She tried to hug herself, but the action didn't provide any defense. Instead, the friction between her hot skin and the texture of her clothes created layers of intense, unstoppable pleasure.
Diana's tongue itched and trembled, and she could only bite her lip, letting out a helpless, soft moan.
"Do you like it?" Charles asked, his voice dripping with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Rub against me, it'll feel good."
Diana's eyes were red, her vision blurred with tears.
She tried to scratch herself, but her hard nails left red marks on her skin, triggering sharp pain and an even deeper longing.
'Help me.'
'What can I do?'
With all her strength, she rolled over on the floor, the smooth surface briefly soothing her skin for a moment.
'More.'
Instinctively, she sought relief on the floor, trying to ease the sensations on every inch of her skin, rolling and rubbing like a cat that had lost its mind.
"So cute," Charles murmured, kneeling on the floor, his knees brushing against it as he moved closer to her. "Hold me."
He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, the smooth, cool fabric with fine texture touching her warm, supple muscles.
Diana shivered; it felt much better than the floor.
But he was the one who made her like this.
She whimpered, her instincts uncontrollable, grabbing onto his clothes.
The clean, cold scent of wood filled her nose. She should have felt disgusted, but instead, a heavy breath escaped her throat.
Diana leaned closer, rubbing against his thigh like a cub clinging to a tree, enveloping him with her soft body.
Charles seemed surprised by her reaction, his sigh mixed with a trembling breath, like a moan of pleasure.
His voice carried a strange, suppressed tone, "Good girl, I need to reward you, baby, be good."
He extended his hand to her, clean, with long, straight fingers, aesthetically pleasing.
Excited, his palm was hot and trembling, brushing over her skin like a burning sparkler.
His hand moved from the back of her neck down to her tailbone, as if petting an animal.
Itching, pain, continuous pleasure.
Besides that, Diana heard the faint sound of a zipper, her brow furrowing as her back cooled.
Charles was undressing her.
But soon, his hands roamed her back, and her initial resistance was replaced by pleasure.
Diana's forehead rested against his waist, her brain throbbing and jumping inside her skull, her body numb as if electrified.
Charles grabbed her ankle, lifting her curled, twitching leg, pressing her lower body tightly against his waist.
Layers of her dress piled between them, soft yet thick.
He didn't rush to remove it, instead tracing his fingers over Diana's reddened collarbone.
He admired her restrained expression and trembling body.
Compared to before, this touch was pure torture.
Diana's eyes were hazy, her hands clutching her dress, shifting impatiently.
But the fine itching still came from her neck, and the dress prevented her from seeking pleasure from Charles.
Her mind was foggy, but she acted quickly. She lifted her arms and pulled down the precarious neckline hanging on her shoulders.
Since the dress was strapless, she wasn't wearing a bra, only floral pasties covering her nipples.
Her chest was perky, her breasts trembling slightly with the movement.
Exposed to the cold air, her nipples quickly hardened, pushing up the edges of the pasties.
Charles's eyes darkened, and he leaned down, suppressing her, eagerly licking and sucking her reddened body.
The hairs on the back of Diana's neck stood up. She was hot, anxious, terrified, her mind blank in the unfamiliar pleasure.
He kissed her for a long time, seemingly tired.
His chin rested in the crook of her shoulder, heavy breaths in her ear. It seemed like he was the one being tormented, not her.
Diana opened her mouth, her moist, thin red lips revealing white teeth.
In a vengeful move, she bit down hard on his shoulder while he was being tender.
The taste of blood spread in her mouth. She bit hard, but once she realized it was human flesh, she felt nauseous and spat it out.
Charles grunted, grabbing her jaw, forcing her to open her mouth.
Seeing the blood on her lips, he smiled slightly, a mix of mockery and appreciation.
The next second, he gripped Diana's chin, making her lift her head.
His wet lips climbed from her collarbone, leaving a bite mark on the delicate bone, then his tongue licked over her carotid artery, up to her chin, and kissed her lips, making a sucking sound.
Diana was annoyed, but the kiss on her lips brought an irresistible tingle. She felt overwhelmed by external stimuli, unable to escape his grip, so she opened her mouth and bit his lower lip.
The once gentle kiss turned rough due to her resistance. He pried her teeth open with his tongue.
As their lips parted, blood-stained saliva connected them, then he kissed her again. His slippery tongue wrapped around hers, licking deep into her mouth.
The deep kiss, stimulating her throat, made Diana almost gag. She endured, frowning, trying to bite him, but Charles cunningly pulled away in time.
He laughed against her face, his blood-stained lower lip brushing her lips and chin, pecking like a woodpecker.
"Your teeth are so naughty, always biting."
Then he kissed her again, muffling her breath. Diana instinctively parted her lips to breathe, and the next moment, his tongue slipped in again.
The overly agile invasion and withdrawal, the slippery, wet sensation... filled her mouth, leaving her breathless.
Transparent saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth.
She was almost suffocating, about to pass out, when he finally let go, allowing her to take a few breaths of fresh air.
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