Chapter 240
‘By the way, was this secret space here from the beginning, or did Lionel make it himself?’
Curiosity stirred, and as I was about to look around, Lionel quickly wrapped an arm around my waist.
‘Hm…?’
The way he leaned, it felt as though he was deliberately blocking my view.
But a moment later, I had no room to think about anything else.
Lionel began rubbing his fully e***t length against the cleft of my hips. With one hand, he even started stroking me below.
“Ah… L, Lionel….”
I called his name in a whisper, keeping my voice as low as possible.
Vivian, Dantère, and Ardin were still right outside. What if I made a sound and they heard?
“You must be tired from all the walking. Lie down here, Vivian. I will massage your legs.”
…They did not seem about to leave anytime soon. Since they were already in a room with a bed, it looked like they intended to rest for a while.
“I am sorry. It is hard to hold back when we are this close….”
Lionel muttered in a low voice.
With them barging in while things were in full swing, Lionel had not been able to finish at all. I, on the other hand, had reached my peak several times even in that chaos, so I had little to regret, but he had been left with his desire completely unreleased.
The moment I realized this, a sharp wave of guilt washed over me.
‘What should I do….’
As I agonized, I slipped a hand down between my thighs and guided him into the space between my s*x and my inner thigh. Then I gently stroked the tip, from which clear fluid was dripping, with my palm.
If I let him inside, I knew I would never be able to hold back my voice, so this was the best I could do for Lionel.
“Ah….”
Letting out a stifled groan, he braced one hand against the back of the bookshelf and slowly began to move his hips.
It was a subtle, unhurried motion. The stimulation below was not as intense as when he licked me or thrust inside.
And yet, why did it feel this good?
The thick s***t, its veins standing out starkly, was quickly soaked with the moisture I had spilled. The sound of wet flesh sliding against wet flesh was blatant enough to be clearly audible.
“Mmm….”
A sound slipped from me without my noticing, and I hastily covered my mouth, startled by myself.
My heart pounded fiercely, afraid that someone outside might have heard.
Even as I strained my ears for any sign of movement, I tightened around him and lifted my hips in time with his motion. The more pressure was applied to him, the hotter and rougher his breath became as it poured against my ear and the nape of my neck.
“Haah, Serenia….”
Lionel, too, seemed thoroughly aroused. His hands roamed over me in a frenzy, groping, stroking, caressing.
The deep yearning and impatience in his touch only made my body burn all the more.
‘Ah… what do I do….’
I knew I would not be able to keep quiet. I knew that if we were discovered, it would be disastrous.
And yet.
I wanted more.
I grew desperate to have him fill me completely.
Even knowing it was wrong, I could not stop the impulse.
Each time his tip brushed against my entrance, my body tensed, wanting to swallow him whole.
Overcome by a burning thirst, I tilted my head back to look up at Lionel, parted my lips, and let my tongue show. He hurriedly kissed me, caught my tongue, sucked on it, then pushed deep inside my mouth.
At that very moment, his tip tapped against my opening once more.
‘I cannot hold back anymore…!’
I reached down between my legs and wrapped my hand around him.
Then, starting from the head, I slowly began to guide him into me.
The tip of his tongue, which had been stirring my mouth, faltered and went still.
When I opened my eyes, I saw his lowered lashes trembling.
Patience pushed to its limit, and the thin thread of reason about to snap.
Caught between the two, Lionel clenched his teeth and seized my chin. He sucked my tongue so hard it tingled, and thrust his hips up with force.
“……!”
As his length, which I had only just taken to the crown, forced its way deeper inside, a shallow climax rippled from my lower abdomen through my entire body.
Meeting Lionel’s gaze, I felt a chill bordering on shudder running through my body.
I realized then that the impulse and longing I had felt were nothing more than a child’s play.
Compared to the pitch-black, seething greed now burning in his red eyes.
