The Concubine Does Not Love the Emperor - Chapter 1.2

However, Suleiman, with Margaret’s breast filling his mouth, remained silent. His eyes playfully curled in a positive manner.

“Look at this bastard!”

She clenched her fist and swung it towards the man, but suddenly found herself suspended in mid-air, caught by the now freed hand of the man. Suleiman playfully nibbled on her n1pple, teasing it with his tongue. Electric sensations surged through her spine. Eventually, Margaret couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed onto the man’s firm chest.

“You, you mad bastard.”

“Why do you not think of me as the Emperor?”

In that moment of distorted vision, the situation shifted. As Margaret’s br*ast slipped out of Suleiman’s mouth, she found herself trapped between his solid thighs, with the man’s expression turning chilly as he looked down at her. It was a completely different face from when he laughed, exuding a cold demeanor.

“That’s-“

She couldn’t utter a word. Suleiman didn’t even bother to listen to her response; he simply attacked her lips. His plump tongue pressed forcefully between their joined lips. When she tried to turn her head away, the man’s hand firmly gripped her chin. In a seamless connection, he tightly sealed their lips, skillfully entwining his tongue in a sensuous manner. Despite knowing it was wrong, her body blazed like it had consumed fire, radiating heat.

“You’re Kadima.”

Suleiman momentarily released his lips, his voice trembling with ecstasy. Before she could respond, he covered her lips once again. The man continued to delicately suck on her mouth, both his tongue and teeth caressing her delicate membranes, leaving them permeated with his saliva.

“Haah! You’re Kadima!”

Once again, he murmured in admiration. Margaret’s voice and breath were so hindered that her lips could only slightly part. Every time they did, his agile tongue delved deeply, teasing her before gently releasing it, just as she was about to lose her senses. The fervor of pleasure made her clenched fist, once tight with determination, loosen without strength. The hand that had held her wrist was now freely exploring and fondling the ample flesh of her bosom.

“Hmm.”

Her once pale br3ast flushed red, and a soft moan escaped through the parted lips. The man’s touch, caressing her protruding n1pple, was skillful. Her waist instinctively wriggled.

“This can’t go on.”

She had come prepared for such an event to occur, but her counterpart had to be an Emperor Suleiman, not Ray. Margaret grasped the thin thread of her fading consciousness and forced her eyes open. She met his elegant violet irises. Suleiman momentarily froze, staring intently at her. However, it was only a brief pause as the intensity of their actions intensified further.

“Huh… Huhuh.”

A sob seeped through their sealed lips. Suleiman, pressing Margaret with his beast-like, massive body, directed the hand that held her chin downward. The man’s hand, invisible through the translucent fabric, ventured into her intimate place without hesitation. Margaret’s waist jolted as if it were engulfed in flames. With moist eyes, she shot a glance at Suleiman. However, he continued to gaze at Margaret with his penetrating eyes, as if he wanted to capture every reaction she had to his actions.

Finally, as Margaret tightly closed her eyes under the unrelenting caresses, the man slowly released his lips.

“Since the moment I first saw you, I wanted this.”

“Mad… Huh… Insane! Huh… You… Huh!”

She cursed him as a madman, but her moans grew even louder. However, seemingly understanding her words, Suleiman let out a light laugh.

“You’re right.”

The man’s hand quickened its pace.

“I am mad.”

The growing heat permeated her damp core. Simultaneously, a sinister sensation rippled through her abdomen. Could it be? Margaret’s knees trembled with surprise. Suleiman’s eyes narrowed as he observed her. With a smug smirk escaping his lips, his legs gradually pushed between Margaret’s knees. Without any resistance, her legs spread wide open.

“Do you know that?”

Smooth fingers, teasingly grazing the sensitive spot between her plump folds, slipped inside her entrance.

“Gasp!”

Margaret’s hand tightly clenched the man’s sturdy forearm, her nails digging into the flesh. Suleiman, biting down on his lower lip, pushed another finger inside. Margaret’s shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

“You drive me insane,” Suleiman whispered in a soft voice, as if confessing a secret. A sob, more than a cry, burst from Margaret’s lips. Embracing her squirming hips, the man’s fingers skillfully probed her most sensitive area, lightly flicking and teasing.

“Haah…”

Eventually, her body arched in a rounded curve, quivering with intense pleasure. It was provocative. Margaret felt a surge of vivid anger building up inside her.