Predatory Marriage

Predatory Marriage — Chapter 84. Please, stop (1)

Translator: Atlas / Editors: Eyljee, Regan

The dark night was a bottomless abyss of devilish and sinful desire.

They had already done it twice and still the man’s hunger wasn’t satisfied. Leah wasn’t surprised by his insatiable lust; she thought she knew how voracious he was, how vigorous. But now she was aware of how incredibly naive she had been. Help him? She had entered the lair of a starving beast and offered herself on a platter.

His manhood was tireless. How many times would he want her before he was satisfied? Two, three, four? Would the beast be satisfied by dawn? Sobbing, Leah slapped his shoulder, wordlessly protesting.

“What? Did you get bored with this position? Do you want me to have you on your back?” asked Ishakan, who knew that wasn’t the trouble. Turning her around, he pushed her into the iron bars, their hardness crushing her breasts as his body pushed into her from behind. The bars were cool against her cheek as Leah took a breath and lifted her hips. Ishakan gripped her and slid his manhood over her, brushing into her wetness.

A burning pleasure coursed through her body. A light kiss brushed her shoulder, sending sparks through her, the beginning of a fire that she thought had been thoroughly quenched.

Ishakan squeezed her bre4st and whispered, “You have gained a little weight.”

Though she had been drifting and nearly asleep, Leah stiffened, surprised. Cerdina had been distracted, so Leah had been eating all she wanted. The effect on her body must be obvious. She was instantly ashamed and gripped the bars, wishing she could cover herself. She had to be careful and control herself…

Her eyelashes quivered as she blinked, hesitating, and finally asked quietly, “is that a bad thing…?”

The simple question made her heart pound fiercely. She expected him to laugh nonchalantly and list all the defects of her imperfect body. She wanted him to point out every place where she had gained weight, to humiliate her with sarcasm and…

It was just as well that she had her back to him. He couldn’t see her impatience and anxiety as she waited for his answer. But Ishakan only brushed her hair aside to reveal her slender white neck and gently covered it with kisses.

“What?” he asked gruffly.

“I’ve gained weight, so…”

Ishakan licked along her earlobe and whispered, “I like this much better. If you gained a little more here, you would be even more perfect.”

His tongue licked and his teeth bit again and again, tasting her as he told her in a dozen ways how amazing he thought her. Her shoulders shrugged in embarrassment and her insides twisted, her heart pounding just as it had before she asked the question. But she felt strangely complete, the anxiety and nervousness vanishing.

“……”

She pressed her hot face against the cold iron bars, and Ishakan had no time for further idle talk. His manhood was swelling further and working its way into the core of her body, opening her. A deep moan echoed in the silent night as his hot breath brushed her neck, and his body molded against hers as he pounded her so hard, she rose up on her toes, almost lifted from the ground due to the difference in their heights.

Grasping her swelling n!pples, he squeezed, twisting them, an obscene milking movement. The pain and pleasure invaded her, he was attacking her from above and below and she couldn’t take it, it was too much. Trembling, she swallowed and managed to plead.

“Ahhh… not my br3asts…”

“You don’t want this, you don’t want that.” Ishakan squeezed both n!pples and a moan escaped her as she quivered on her toes. His voice sounded behind her. “Help me with this, Leah. What can I do?”