Not Even a Husband - Chapter 1.2

He seemed to be gnawing on curses in a low voice.

A tear that had gathered in Isabel’s wide, surprised eyes fell with a plop.

“B-but. You never did this before, so why?”

“You don’t believe me.”

He murmured, rubbing the teardrop with his firm thumb. Isabel just stared blankly at him. Her wet, clear eyes held only a sullenness and a familiar resignation.

The cold handsome man’s brow furrowed. He swept his disheveled silver hair back with an arm veined with blood.

“I didn’t raise you so prettily to send you off to another man, Isabel.”

“Ah!”

Her waist was grabbed and pulled down sharply. Her body, which had been slightly raised, collapsed again, and Isabel lay defenseless on the cloak, blinking.

“You don’t believe me, does that mean you intend to go to some other bastard?”

The large hand that had been stroking her waist dug into her crotch. As the skin covering the flesh was forcibly peeled back, a round mound of flesh popped out entirely. As he rubbed it hard with his thumb, a pleasure that stole her breath overwhelmed Isabel.

“Ngh!”

“Lying here with your legs spread wide, showing everything.”

“Jerod, ngh, you’re too hard, easy, Ah! Ugh, ngh!”

With a wet sound, precum spurted out as her clitoris was rubbed fiercely. As he stroked it rapidly enough to leave fingerprints, sharp pleasure made every pore in her body quiver.

Isabel writhed, letting out a shriek.

“Hk, ah!”

Her body felt like it was melting. Her toes curled and uncurled on their own. Isabel pushed against the cloak beneath her with her heels, twisting her body as a strong tremor coursed through her.

He spread her yielding thighs to their limit. His shaft, precisely aimed at her opening, pulsed with arousal. The skin where they touched was so slick with arousal it threatened to slip.

His blue eyes, burning with lust, gazed down at her ripe body. His voice, always chillingly calm, cracked.

“Relax.” “Ah, can’t you just not, not put it in?”

But Isabel shook her head, panting with pleasure.

“Just, hk, without putting it in.”

Isabel pushed him away with eyes full of disbelief. Her already highly aroused lower body had become slick, and she didn’t even realize she was nibbling his glans like a candy.

Without answering, he grabbed her delicate jaw and fixed her small face towards him. Her hazy, crimson eyes, with only a single point of focus left, filled with the man.

Eyes filled with cultivated pleasure and arousal. And eyes that didn’t trust him. He twisted his lips and whispered.

“I’ll cum inside you.”

Her crimson eyes widened.

“We can confirm it together. Whether I’m getting married or not.” I’m curious too.

He whispered arrogantly, biting Isabel’s soft earlobe hard. His spine, etched deep into his back, sculpted with muscle and devoid of any fat, he thrust his hips forward powerfully.

The thick head of his shaft dug deep into her small opening.

“Hk. Hiss, ngh! Aaaah!”

A wine cellar filled with the scent of grapes. Amidst the endlessly arranged round oak barrels, the sounds of liquid and moans, darker than wine, mingled.