Moonlight Ball - Chapter 88 (18+)
It was a foolish jealousy of a silly man. Even though he knew what the truth was, he couldn’t help but drown in liquor until he lost all his rationality. But he couldn’t tell this to Iris. It was such a petty and ugly emotion that he couldn’t reveal it. She wasn’t Iris back then. They were two completely different people and he was the one who knew that better than anyone!
When Iris led Sidrain to her bed strenuously, she suddenly closed her eyes without being able to scream. Sidrain had pinned her on the bed and hovered on top of her. Iris was frightened as her body was maneuvered out of her control; she shut her eyes and attempted to pacify her shock.
A while later, when her nerves had calmed down, she opened her eyes. She was met with Sidrain’s red orbs. Blazing. Fiery.
“Ris,” whispered Sidrain.
Iris nodded her head, a word not leaving her mouth.
“Is today okay?” he asked.
Iris stared at him, oblivious of the meaning behind his question. At her silence, Sidrain’s hand crept slowly to Iris’ chest and his fingers caressed her breast with explicit intention.
“How about today?” he asked again.
It slowly dawned on Iris: Sidrain was waiting for her. It wasn’t because his desire towards her had dwindled. He was trying his mightiest to stifle his desire lest he violate Iris. He wanted to protect her.
Iris blinked. Sirdrain’s face, reflecting the faint moonlight’s glow, displayed a frown. He seemed to think he was rejected. Even so, he was looking down at her with his eyes full with desire, not renouncing what little hope he had.
He needed her. He wanted her. He craved her. Sidrain was drowning in passion. The world had gone mute and the bed became a small boat, aimlessly floating under the moonlit sky.
Iris couldn’t say the word ‘okay’. She was still shy about it. However, she mustered every ounce of courage she had to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss the side of his lips. Her peck disturbed the quiet room. It was her permission.
With that kiss, Sidrain set loose his suppressed desire and invaded and explored Iris’s mouth. He sucked on her tongue until it hurt while his hand fondled with her bre*sts.
Sidrain’s touch was demanding yet gentle at the same time; he seemed like he would explode in pleasure any second now, but his touch remained as soft as a feather. Eager to feel some more, Sidrain lifted a finger and played with Iris’ taut n*pple. He cherished it, stroking it in circles.
Iris was easily stimulated, her body heating up from his every touch. She couldn’t hold her moans. No, it seemed like it had become a habit in this state; her body effortlessly melted under Sidrain’s caress. Sidrain was surprised, he never thought Iris could and would act like this.
Sidrain finished their long, passionate kiss and whispered huskily in her ears, “Can I engrave myself in you?”
The smell of alcohol emanating from Sidrain’s body was harsh but it wasn’t too bad. It seemed like it was alcohol from fresh fruit. Iris’ mind became fogged as if she was intoxicated.
Sidrain’s hands remained kind and sweet and full of love, but underneath that love was obsession flashing in his red eyes. But hazy Iris couldn’t feel that obsession. Mm. Iris twisted her body, moans rolling from her tongue. Sidrain could no longer hold back and started to slowly put his hand down from her bre*st. His fingers traced her supple skin as they descended to her lower abdomen. Slowly. “Ris, give me permission. That I can,” he whispered.
“Ha, mm. Wh, what are you engraving?”
“D, does it hurt?” Iris asked.
Sidrain smiled softly, “No, it won’t hurt. It’ll only feel good, Ris.”
This body already knows everything, Sidrain thought. Rosemary’s shell was already used to pleasure so it wouldn’t hurt. Even though Sidrain’s manhood was enormous, her body could easily swallow it.
Sidrain rested his hand on top of her nether region. He then began to stimulate her. He could feel her bush, her rustled bush. Iris’ hair was blond, so that place would be blonde too. Before, when it was Rosemary, he mindlessly shoved his manhood inside her until he ejacul*ted like he was sick of it. He nevery paid attention to Rosemary’s features.
Right now, however, he was so impatient that he was going crazy. He wanted to see the colour of this bush. He wanted to comb it with his tongue. He wanted to pierce the small divide and play with the bud underneath. He wanted to suck it. He wanted to see her cry in pleasure.
At this point, Sidrain no longer felt any jealousy.
He, who was her husband, didn’t even know her completely. How would other bastards know her? Iris moaned quietly unlike Rosemary, who moaned loudly on purpose; Iris closed her legs as she felt it unlike Rosemary, who would open her legs wide to even a little stimulation. How were they the same people? It was such a stupid thing to even think about.
Men are stupid like that.
He cursed himself and caressed the top of Iris’s pajama, his throat dry.
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