It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 88
Despite the torment that must have been coursing through him, his gaze remained impossibly gentle. The desire burning within him hadn’t subsided, but even now, he held himself back, looking at me with nothing but concern.
My heart clenched, seeing his affection and concern. Clearly, his patience was greater than mine.
“Lionel, kiss me.”
I reached up and looped my arms around his neck, urging him closer.
‘I like you.’
So much so that…
‘I’m greedy for more.’
I wanted more of him—so much that it made me impatient.
‘I want to know you more. I want to be closer to you.’
His hand cupped my cheek, thumb tracing the damp curve of my skin as he lowered his lips to mine.
His breath tangled with mine, scorching and heavy. As his lips parted over mine, he rolled his hips, rubbing his length against the spot he had teased earlier with his fingers.
“Mmnh….”
My breath hitched, swallowed by his kiss.
The firm muscles of his chest were damp with sweat, his back and waist pressing into my thighs as his body burned against mine.
I wasn’t any better.
My own body quivered, aching to pull him deeper as the heat between us grew unbearable.
Each slow, deliberate movement sent shivers crawling over my skin, deeper. And deeper still.
Throughout the long, drawn-out process of my body adjusting, Lionel kissed my hair, my forehead, my cheeks, gently stroking my skin and sharing his breath with mine.
When I finally exhaled in relief, realizing we were now fully joined, he let out a soft chuckle.
“You look like you just survived something.”
“Honestly… I think I understand now why you’ve never had a lover before.”
Someone as inexperienced as me wouldn’t know any better, but any woman with the slightest experience would take one look at his size and flee without a second thought.
“Oh?”
His brow lifted slightly.
“But don’t worry. I won’t run away.”
Who else but someone like me, blessed with divine power, could possibly be his wife?
“…That’s a relief.”
His hand slid down my back, stroking it softly as he murmured against my skin.
“I was just thinking that even if you tried to run, I wouldn’t be able to let you go.”
Something about the way he said it sent a shiver down my spine. And in the next moment, without warning, Lionel thrust his hips upward.
“Hngh…!”
A sharp jolt of sensation shot through my entire body from below, forcing my eyes wide open as a cry escaped my lips.
Each time he pulled back and pressed in again, it felt as though countless sensitive nerves were being struck all at once. The pleasure that surged through me was incomparable to what I had felt from his tongue or fingers. It was overwhelming, like a tidal wave crashing over me.
‘What… is this?’
Just moments ago, I had been gasping from the sheer pain of being stretched open. How had it turned into this so quickly?
I could feel my insides growing slicker once more, betraying my body’s reaction to him.
His movements weren’t entirely gentle—he was still careful, but the sheer size and force behind each motion made my body tremble with the mix of pain and pleasure. My hips, my legs—nothing could stay still.
“Ah, ah… Lionel…!”
As I gasped and clung to him, calling his name, he caught my flailing hand and pressed a kiss to it.
“Serenia.”
He whispered my name in a low voice, then intertwined his fingers with mine, pinning both hands down onto the sheets. Beads of sweat dripped from his chin, landing on my flushed cheeks.
His pace grew faster, more intense, making my breath hitch uncontrollably. His was just as unsteady, ragged, hot, and desperate.
As I gasped for air, struggling to fill my lungs, I met his burning gaze. His crimson eyes, ablaze with unwavering focus, held an undeniable promise—he wouldn’t let a single moment of this escape him.
