Enoch snorted as he looked at Aranâs current expression. He wasnât her lover, and she, too, had lost her will to resist in fear. Though, somehow, he wanted her to look his way. Heâs not sure why.
Having erased the thought from his mind, Enoch bent down and persistently licked her bosoms. He flicked his tongue lightly, caressing her gently then moving in deep, circular motion.
A series of stimuli filled Aranâs core slightly. She was forced to endure Enochâs advancement and she couldnât help but let out a muffled groan from time to time. Each time she did so, her face contorted pitifully.
Enoch liked to watch the expressions on her face. After the Bloody Wedding, she hadnât shown any expression. Sheâd always bite her lips and hide what she felt. The only times she changed dramatically were during the times that it looked like theyâd be exposed.
He took in all her fluttering eyelashes, furrowed eyebrows, and panting lips with grace, kissing them all affectionately without missing a single beat. Aran was ashamed when she felt his gaze boring into her.
He was aware that her body temperature was growing hotter, yet he pretended not to notice and continued touching her as if it was his life mission. It was clear that heâd only drive herself to further shame and heâd have been gentler this time around butâŚ
Why was he upset?
The face of Aran, the empress, dancing face to face with Duke Silas kept coming to mind and it kept egging him further in annoyance. Enoch managed to hold back his anger and swallowed her bosom wide.
âAhhâŚ!â Aran tilted her neck convulsing with pain and pleasure.
âDid you want a d*ck that bad?â
âWh-what⌠are you sayingâŚ?â
Whenever he spoke vulgar language, she wanted nothing more than to cover her ears, but instinctively, she knew that if she did, she would only hear something far worse.
He caressed her br**st, her pillowy marshmallows, and opened her legs wide. The sudden revelation caused blush to form on Aranâs cheek.
He did not give her time to recover her senses. He brought his face between her legs and inhaled her flowery scent. Aran, who instinctively tried to cover her lower area, paused for a moment. She remembered the scene in the office. Enoch, too, thought of the same scene.
Thinking of that day, his half-spirited manhood quickly rose. He raised Aranâs hips high. Her tightly sealed an*l and rosy red flesh beneath it were revealed in detail. He gently placed his hand on top of her pink flesh. She flinched.
âNoâŚâ
Aran shook her head. Her movement was followed by a pool of love juice secreting. Enoch liked it without reserve, hot lips sweeping up her thigh and all the way to her fleshy entrance.
âAh!â
She did not want to hear the lewd sounds any further. She closed her eyes, eventually, but she knew it was futile. It was not possible to block the sensation below. The tongue invading her womanhood⌠it was not enough to lick all her fluids.
She tried to move away from his grip, but it was impossible. He wrapped his grip around her waist tightly.
Her inner walls, which allowed outside intrusion, tightened itself and wrapped his tongue. Hot breath escaped her lips. She seemed ready to melt down at any moment.
âAh⌠stop⌠EnochâŚâ
The quilt rubbed her nipples. It became persistently ridiculed from the sensation she was fed up with. Whenever that happened, a hot and itchy feeling gathered from her womb.
Aran managed to restrain her waist and hips to shake regardless of her subconscious. However, her inner walls were anxious and begged for outside invasion. Every time Enochâs tongue poked her, a little pleasure welled up in piles and ran towards its peak.
âUhhâŚ!â
Just before she reached her zenith, his tongue suddenly slipped out. The pleasure of having lost it out of nowhere flowed all over her body. There was a muffled sound forming deep in her throat.
Enoch removed her hand from her ear.
âYour Majesty,â he called her.
Aran looked back at him with blurred eyes. The moment he faced her eyes filled with pure yearning, Enochâs heart fluttered greatly. He did not want her to reach climax. Yet. He was not disappointed.
âDo you want me?â he asked.
He brought Aranâs hand to his manhood. Aran almost nodded. She shook her head hurriedly, barely holding on to reason.
âThen do you want the dukeâs?â
It was as if cold water washed over her.
âI⌠I donât know what youâre talking aboutâŚâ
âYou didnât reject me so violently back then. Was it because you thought it was the duke?â