Predatory Marriage

Chapter 253. Count Weddleton’s Mansion (11)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Ishakan looked down at Leah’s smooth white back, perfect except for the visible knobs of her spine. He drew a deep breath as his gaze moved up and down her back. Her moist inner walls were gripping his manhood and his jaw muscles tightened as he looked at her and tried to calm himself. The pleasure was overwhelming.

It had always been a problem. S3x with her felt so incredibly good, it made it hard to fight his instincts. Though he knew it would be difficult for her to endure him, he always pushed her to the limit.

Just looking at her made it difficult to restrain himself. The least encouragement from her made his manhood harden.

More than once, Leah had risked death, tempting him. It had happened again today, when she looked at him with desire as she spoke to him, and then when they had kissed in the broom closet, Ishakan couldn’t restrain himself any longer.

The beast blood in the veins gave Kurkans strong sexual impulses. He had worried that he might scare her, since she could not remember him, and had decided he would not press her. But after such a long involuntary abstinence, they were finally together, and he would not stop until she lost her mind.

There was also a chance that com!ng in her until she was overflowing might help her remember, but it would certainly shock her if she knew. Slowly, Ishakan began to move his hips, but then stopped short.

“Leah…!”

He gripped her backside in his hands. Their size difference was so great, was she having difficulty receiving his manhood?

“Relax…” He said, looking down at her. Her hands were holding the sheet so tightly, her small fists were shaking, and his golden eyes went cold. “Leah…”

“It…shouldn’t be…loose…” She mumbled.

The second he understood what she meant, Ishakan laughed derisively.

“If a man has to say that, the trouble is he’s small.”

Her white back shuddered at his words, and he squeezed her backside in his hands as he waited for her to loosen inside. All manner of expletives were spitting through his mind.

He remembered everything he had experienced in bed with her. He was glad that he had been the one to teach the innocent princess, who had known nothing. He had liked watching her change and grow and begin to voice her true desires. And he had been pleased that this change was because of him.

It had been a special relationship that could never be replaced. Or recreated.

But once she had been taken from him, Blain had taught her so many strange things. Even now, s3x with Ishakan embarrassed her. It made his blood boil to imagine her in Blain’s room, watching him f*ck other women.

Was there a way to kill that bastard that would make him feel better?

Ishakan didn’t think there was anything that would be enough to make his anger go away entirely.

Drawing a deep breath, he tried to calm himself. He had to concentrate on his wife now. Knowing that she was trying her best to make him feel good did dissipate his anger, a little.

Leah was still hiding her face in the bed, and Ishakan hugged her, withdrawing his manhood from her. She shuddered at the sensation as his big manhood withdrew, and he turned her over, laying her on her back.

His manhood stroked against her moist lower lips.

“Let’s do this face to face,” he said, looking down at her. She blushed instantly, and he smiled as he thrust deep inside her, and made her moan loudly.

He caressed her br3asts and tried to resist the urge to pound into her instantly. Her br3asts fit perfectly in his hands, and he didn’t forget to tease her n!pples. Only then did he begin to move his hips again.

The sound of their skins colliding together echoed erotically through the room.

“Leah, Leah…” He said, calling her name, his voice filled with pleasure. The warmth of her wet insides made him feel so good, and he loved the way she shuddered against him, trying to hold back her moans.