Page 77 of Sumanika

I pressed my thighs together, and the moment I felt his hand lowering down to the side of my midriff from my nape, I opened my eyes to look into his. He was shielding me from the world, protecting me, and simultaneously pushing me to my limits. His rough hand slipped beneath my untied blouse, which hung from my shoulders and barely rested against my skin. His thumb was closer to my bosom.

I inhaled deeply, my lips parted, and I couldn’t help but break eye contact to make it feel less timid for me. But, the moment he encircled the outline of my bosom and gently cupped it with his hand, I felt shaken and shattered. My eyes closed tightly, and I could hear my heartbeats. My breaths were evident to both of us, and my knees grew weak, unable to support me still.

“You are so soft,” he murmured against my cheek in his deep, resonant voice, sending fresh shivers of sensation across my skin.

I buried my face in his neck as he softly pressed against my chest. A soft groan escaped from his lips, followed by a tender kiss on my cheek.

His thumb brushed against my swollen, firm bud, gently rubbing it with the pad of his thumb, drawing a slow moan from me. I had never experienced anything like this. I couldn’t believe what he was making me feel at that very moment. I had completely surrendered myself to him.

But this was just the beginning; he pressed my breast harder this time, and I couldn’t help but moan in slight pain. "Aannnhhh,"

He kissed my cheeks again, more forcefully this time. I could feel the warmth of his mouth on my skin. I noticed his other hand moving slightly, accompanied by the sound of the dagger. "Either my tongue or this," his slow voice brought a thunder of dizziness to my brain. The thought of either of them alone seems too destructive.

“Hn?” I managed to ask, and his words tingled in my ears.

“I need to taste my custom-made sweetness again,” my cheeks flushed, but the options were oddly thrilling.“Choose faster, or you’ll have both,” his following words made me feel wetter due to his impatience.

“Both?” I tried to ask. My brain struggled to process this complexity. It was busy registering the intensity of heat between us.

"This dagger inside you and my lips caressing your crown," His slow, deep voice laced with dirty words made me feel even wetter between my thighs. I tried to push them together. His hand gently caressed my bosom. The thought of his words was too unimaginable.

I gulped, moistening my throat, and managed to mutter in a slow voice,“Not your tongue.”

That would be too much for me.

“Great choice,” he muttered, and I turned to him, facing the mirror. My eyes met my own in it. I felt extremely timid. My nipples were visible through the fabric. The sleeve slipped off my shoulder, and I placed my hands on the table to steady myself.

He moved my hair away from my back, pulling it to one side. I looked at his dry, deep red lips spitting onto the tip of the dagger’s handle. My cheeks burned as I gazed at him.

He lowered his dagger, and I felt him wrap his other arm around me. His chest made me feel safe, but his hand tugging at my skirt caused me to lower my gaze. I sensed him lean into my ear, softly muttering against it.

“You need to trust me on this, Suman. I will never hurt you,” His words aroused me already. I sensed his fingers on my thigh. The shame had been stripped away from me. I licked my lips, biting them, and held his wrist when he placed his hand between my thighs.

A moan escaped my lips when I felt his warm fingers against my burning skin. It felt like sitting in the sun amid the winter. The cold metal with his thick slaver rubbed gently against my skin, making me tighten my fist.

I rolled my head back, pressing against his neck.

"Widen your legs a little," He spoke, and I glanced at him in the mirror. Both of his hands rested between my legs, lifting my skirt and rubbing the metal against my skin. His green eyes locked with mine, stirring a sense of warmth leaking.

Suddenly, he slipped his leg between mine, gently parting them. My heart raced, and I moaned with furrowed brows.

He kept rubbing it against my skin until I no longer felt cold.

"Just a little," He muttered against my ear and slowly slipped a little of an inch-thick dagger's handle inside me. My skin stretched with painful slowness and pleasuring pain, wrecking me into pieces. A slight smile appeared, and he planted a few kisses on my neck. His hand froze right there until the pain subsided, and my body craved for more. I felt his fingers on my skin, making me feel needy right now.

I could not help but move myself against his finger. It felt wet. My eyes closed as I thought about the sensations climbing the mountains of my spine. Slowly, steadily, one after another gentle glide on his fingers, I felt what I had been missing all these years. My body suddenly felt alive. The bones, the blood, and the pores had been excavated after centuries of abolition.

He gradually began to slide the dagger into me, thrusting it softly and slowly, intensifying everything for me.

I gripped his wrist tightly. A loud moan escaped my lips.“Aannhhhhhhhh,"

"I want a lot of sweetness dripping over it," His lazy words tightened my stomach, pulling me back from the edge. I dug my nails into his wrist out of frustration.

He kissed my neck as a reward, calming me and guiding me back to the structure of release he was creating slowly and carefully.

When my hips found a rhythm to move against it, he replaced his fingers with the thumb of his other hand, the one holding the dagger, and moved his hand to my waist. His palm felt large and tanned compared to my size and skin.

He strolled up, pulling the hem of my blouse, making me look at my bosom as he cupped one. It fits perfectly that I look into his eyes, reflected in the mirror as he looks at me.

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