Rebirth: The unfavored Princess is the Tyrant King's favorite-Chapter 73: R +18 -- I surrender 2
"Now tell me, Luciana, does this feel wrong?" he asked.
Luciana ignored his question in her state of euphoria as her eyes glazed over and she slightly parted her lips to allow herself to breathe. Her breaths came out slow and heavy.
Luciana’s eyes were blurry, and tears pooled in them as his touches and strokes sent her to unknown heights she never knew were possible. It was a sweet and addictive feeling she didn’t want to end.
When she thought the feeling was too much to bear and she was nearing her orgasm, he pulled out his fingers before she had her release.
Luciana opened her eyes as a shout of protest threatened to break out of her lips, but she stubbornly gritted her teeth and tried not to ask him to pleasure her. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction, but she didn’t realize he had already seen the hurt expression on her face.
Nicholas took in all the emotions on her face, intently studying every twitch and frown. His left hand was wrapped around her waist, and his right index finger was at the entrance of her pussy. He brought his face closer to hers and grazed his lips on hers seductively before he asked in a low whisper.
"Does this feel wrong? Tell me, Luciana, and I will stop right here. But think carefully before you answer because I promise to take you to heights you never thought were possible. I’ll be your ever-gentle lover; I’ll worship your body and make it my only temple," he said seriously as his eyes bore into hers.
Without thinking it through, Luciana said what he wanted to hear. She really couldn’t take it anymore; she wanted the itch in the pussy to be attended to. She couldn’t lie to herself anymore; everything felt right.
"No, it doesn’t feel wrong," she admitted, and her words had not even ended when he glided his fingers back into her wet core and his lips captured hers in a hungry kiss.
There was a raging monster inside Nicholas wanting to be unleashed when his lips claimed Luciana’s soft ones. His hands that were around her waist found her hair and grabbed a fistful of it before pushing the back of her head to meet his lips and deepen the kiss.
All the while, he added another finger, making it two inside her wet pussy, gliding and twirling in and out of her. Their tongues intertwined with each other as they tasted each other, breaths mingling.
Luciana was a writhing mess in no time as her hips moved on their own, thrashing against his fingers for a deeper feel, and as he promised, he took her to unimaginable heights as his kiss deepened.
A low moan escaped their meshed lips when they parted briefly for some air before they clashed again in a fiery union of flesh and need.
Nicholas was sure her lips would be swollen by the end of the kiss and tried to be gentle, curbing his supernatural strength, but the more she opened up to him, giving in and granting him more access, the more his rationality left him, causing him to lose control.
He caged her between the bathtub and himself, his left hand grabbing the edge of the bathtub with his right hand still in between her legs.
He was feeling so much lust, desire, and many foreign emotions within him that he wanted to experience more of it; he wanted to explore more of it and feel its core and essence. He had always known this; she was his poison.
A cracking sound caused them to pause, and they saw a huge part of the bathtub was broken off, with water gushing out and wetting the floor. Luciana stared up at him, knowing what had just happened; he was losing control of his supernatural strength.
He saw her clear eyes and gently kissed her.
"Luciana, I think I’m in love with you more than I think. Even my supernatural strength is fluctuating because of you," he whispered, and Luciana blushed.
He claimed her lips again, deepening it and moving his fingers faster now between her legs, not caring about the water that kept gushing out of the broken tub due to their activities and causing the room to flood.
He had always been certain he wanted this; whatever he was feeling at this moment, he needed it. He realized he was doomed; he wanted to be the only man that plagued her thoughts. He knew she was his wife, but he wanted everything else too: heart, body, and soul.
After a moment, Luciana felt she couldn’t hold on; the emotions were too much, and it was ripping her apart and piecing her together at the same time.
"I’m cuming," she said in between their kisses, panting hard.
"Cum love," he said, and her body obeyed him in a mind-blowing way. She felt her release assaulting her like waves. She had never experienced something like this in both lives.
"You look so breathtaking, Luciana; I have never seen anything look so divine and beautiful," Nicholas cooed, a lopsided grin on his face.
Luciana was panting hard and weakly leaned against the bathtub, staring at him through her lashes with a shy look on her now rosy face.
He stood up from the tub and stretched his hands towards her with a sinful look in his eyes.
"Come here, love; we are just getting started," he said, and Luciana tried to stand, but her knees felt weak; he saw her predicament and laughed at her. Luciana glared at him before shyly looking away, her eyelashes fluttering like butterflies.
His hands moved behind her, going around her bottom and cupping her up with her legs straddling him, and he effortlessly carried her.
Luciana’s face was in the crook of his neck, and his hands were on her bare buttocks, and she felt like dying. This was too scandalous! She could feel his hard rod hitting underneath her bottom as he walked.
All this time, she had kept her gaze on his upper body and never once looked down. She was afraid if she saw his monstrous length, she was going to chicken out and become a coward again.
As they approached the bed, he lowered her gently onto the mattress. Cold air blew in through the windows, causing Luciana to shiver involuntarily.
"You are trembling, Love," he said.
"It’s cold," she said.
"Does my wife not trust in my abilities?" He asked seductively, and when he pressed his body on top of hers, he added.
"I’m going to provide all the heat you need tonight."
In the next moment, he began to kiss her again, and she gave him access, letting him explore her mouth with his tongue, sweeping every nook and cranny. His hands found her breast and began to fondle and knead it with just the right amount of strength and such expertise that her brain refused to function under his touch.
"Aahhhh... Nick... Yes... Aahhhh," such words kept slipping out of her lips without control.
And oh, how much Nicholas loved how her body reacted to his touches and caresses; everything showed that that was what she was seeking and yearning for: his touch. She helplessly clung to him and clumsily also tried to reciprocate his methods, letting her tongue dance through his mouth in the searing hot kiss.
The intensity was mind-boggling. It felt as if fireworks were going off inside him. By the time he pulled away, she was breathing so hard, and so was he. Her eyes were glazed over with a look that said she was still in the throes of passion. He stared at her lips, and his mind couldn’t fathom how addictive they were.
He saw how her eyes were hooded with passion and caught her sneaking a peek at his bulge, and realizing how aroused he was, he watched as her eyes went wide.
"Don’t act surprised because of my arousal, Love. Your presence has always affected me in ways I couldn’t explain. And that wild kiss we just shared with you pressed against me like that; it would be a miracle if I’m not turned on," he said in a low and husky voice, his eyes sucking her in like whirlpools.
"It’s huge," she said, panicking. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
"Are you nervous?" His tone was gentle, seeing the fear in her eyes.
"A little," she admitted.
"Have I told you you’re beautiful?" He asked, causing her to blush.
He parted her legs and stared between her legs; his gaze returned to hers and held her gaze.
"You are wet, Love," he said and positioned himself at her entrance.
"I love you, Luciana," he said and slid his length into hers, making her scream loudly in protest as a sudden wave of discomfort and pain traveled through her body.
"It hurts," she cried, and he smiled down at her.
"It’s just the tip, Love; open up wider. Spread those legs for me; you can take more," he said, but she shook her head in protest; it was too painful.
"It will only hurt for a while; it will stop soon, I promise," he coaxed.
"I’m entering you fully now, Love," he said and pushed his remaining length in. She tried to push against his chest to stop him, but her attempts were futile. His strength was greater than hers.
