Chapter 447 Entanglement
Charles' tongue moved skillfully inside her, driving her wild as it brushed against her most sensitive spots.
Diana bit her lip, leaving deep teeth marks on her soft skin.
The pleasure kept building, her abdomen tensing as if preparing for the climax.
Just then, Charles lifted his head, his face glistening with moisture.
His eyes were dark and unreadable as he leaned close to Diana's flushed shoulder and whispered, "You sound amazing when you moan."
Diana was on the brink but couldn't quite reach release. Ignoring his words, she was desperate to end the overwhelming desire.
Charles noticed her intent and mischievously pressed his knee between her legs, lifting her effortlessly.
Diana instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist to keep from falling.
Still damp from the shower, she was hastily dried with a towel before being carried out of the bathroom.
Her naked body, flushed and warm, rubbed against the cool silk sheets, trying to alleviate the heat.
Charles braced himself on either side of her, his tall frame completely enveloping her.
He started by kissing her eyes, making Diana instinctively close them. Her eyelashes brushed against his lips, tickling him.
Next, he kissed her cheeks, forehead, and chin, his slow, restrained pecks uncharacteristic of him.
Diana frowned slightly, her heightened sensitivity making his playful kisses feel irritating.
Finally, under his intense gaze, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
As long as they finished, she could regain her clarity.
Sex and love were separate; one encounter didn't mean anything.
She reassured herself, unaware that her initiative added to the night's passion.
Diana's kisses were uncoordinated, her teeth nibbling on his lower lip like it was a piece of candy.
Charles' breath hitched for a moment before he took control.
Her breath was stolen again, his hot exhalations mingling with hers, the room filled with the sound of their kissing.
His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring thoroughly, leaving Diana struggling to keep up. Each time she turned her head, he would firmly guide it back.
Unable to swallow their mingled fluids, her mouth began to overflow, the liquid trailing down her chin before he wiped it away and fed it back to her.
Just as she caught her breath to speak, Charles kissed her again.
As her mind went blank, she felt a hot, firm pressure at her entrance.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
His large head began to rub against her opening, parting her folds repeatedly, the slickness quickly becoming evident.
Suddenly, her clit was pressed hard, making her buttocks clench.
His head, followed by the shaft, started to push in, each thrust deeper and harder. Diana couldn't help but moan.
A small gush of fluid sprayed out.
Her body trembled, hands gripping his arms, her entrance suddenly stretching wide.
"So tight, relax."
He panted, his breath heavy.
With a deep, forceful thrust, he fully entered her, her wet folds parting to accommodate him.
Charles threw his head back, exhaling deeply, before pulling back slightly and thrusting in again.
The sound of their bodies slapping together was unmistakable.
His already large member, enhanced by the drug, felt even bigger.
Diana moaned, her tongue barely retracted before he started thrusting again.
His hips moved with deep, powerful strokes, their pelvises meeting.
A drop of sweat fell onto her forehead. Diana gasped, lifting her eyes to meet his dark gaze.
The next thrust hit a spot inside her, making her shudder and release another wave of fluid.
Diana regretted it a bit; this level of intensity made her question if he was even human.
She preferred gentleness over this wild roughness, but she had no say in the matter now.
Biting her lip, she pressed a hand against his chest, trying to create some distance, her voice breaking,
"Slower, gentler."
To her surprise, Charles actually paused, pulling out slowly, his hard length dragging against her walls, making Diana let out a sharp cry.
Just when she thought he was going to withdraw completely, he stopped, leaving just the head inside.
Then, he stretched his fingers, pressing against her waist, measuring her body.
"I can reach here."
He tapped her lower abdomen, the brief touch sending a shiver through her. The next moment, he thrust in fully, making her stomach bulge slightly.
"Right in the middle." He pushed in further, filling the remaining space.
Her eyes widened, almost gagging, her thighs clamping around his waist, "No, stop..."
"Don't go any deeper."
His tip was already pressing against her cervix. He paused there, biting her protruding nipple.
"So tight." He murmured, sucking on the wet fabric, his tongue making wet sounds, "Your pussy is so tight, holding me so close."
Diana panted heavily, her mind buzzing as her overly sensitive entrance kept contracting, sucking on his length, fluids flowing uncontrollably.
The rising heat and tingling made her eyes water, tears that Charles licked away.
She slid up the bed, clutching his neck, pulling his hair, her voice changing pitch, "Stop..."
Thankfully, she hadn't eaten much earlier, Diana thought, or she might have thrown up from the intensity.
"I'm in, you're gripping me," he murmured against her neck, leaving vivid marks, "Can you feel it?"
His long, strong fingers pressed on her stomach, moving up from her pubic bone, pressing down on the bulge he created, making her whimper.
Her sensitivity wasn't limited to her vagina; her entire lower abdomen, her pelvis, everything inside was trembling.
Diana resisted, tightening her thighs around his waist, contracting her abdomen, clenching every muscle.
Her vagina contracted, feeling every detail of his shape and the slightest pulse, slick and gripping, her walls squeezing his length.
He panted heavily, his hand caressing her thigh before slapping it lightly.
He held her waist tight, making her buttocks rub against him, fitting perfectly, "Relax a bit, you're squeezing me too tight."
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