Predatory Marriage

Chapter 254. Count Weddleton’s Mansion (12)

As Leah’s hips began to jerk with ple@sure, it took all of Ishakan’s patience not to be too rough with her.

“Ah, Leah, ahhhh…”

The sound of his voice moaning her name sent a strange feeling through her. Though she had been absorbed in the sensations he was making her feel, Leah’s eyes opened wide.

“Oh, no, Ishahan…”

Urgently, she tried to push him away as she felt was about to happen, that silvery, bursting sensation between her legs that embarrassingly meant she was about to squirt. Frantically, she tried to get him to stop, but Ishakan pretended not to notice. He liked it when she got him wet.

“That’s enough, ahh, stop, now, ahhh…”

As she tried to escape, he crushed her beneath his body to keep her from moving. Her bre@sts flattened against his firm chest and he pinned her wrists down above her head. Their bodies were pressed completely together as he began to move faster, so hard and fast the bed creaked as if it might collapse. Her mouth absorbed all his attention as he licked the saliva from her lips and rubbed his tongue against hers shamelessly.

Leah stiffened. Her wet purple eyes went unfocused as her back arched and she shuddered.

“Hmm, ahhhhh…”

Inside, her inner walls tightened and Ishakan’s eyes squeezed shut as she clenched his manhood hard, and then there were the hot liquid bursts against him as she spasmed and squirted again and again. Slowing, Ishakan thrust into her as she spasmed, pushing her through her cl!max.

Afterward, as she came back to her senses, Leah began to sob. She was wet again, he had made her do it again.

“Hck, hck, ahh…”

Ishakan thought she was probably embarrassed and caressed her bre@sts to comfort her. As he plucked at her n!pples with his fingers, she began to tremble again.

“I told you to stop…” She sobbed in shame. “Why…why do you keep doing it…hck…”

She had done this several times before because of Ishakan, but she wouldn’t remember it. Ishakan couldn’t help smiling. She always misunderstood what happened, and thought that he had made her wet the bed.

Infuriated, Leah punched him in the chest when he smiled, and then again since her reactions seemed to amuse him so. But striking him with a closed fist didn’t even tickle him, and her lips tightened.

“Ouch,” Ishakan said belatedly, pretending to be injured which only infuriated her more. It was so cute, he couldn’t resist biting her, gentle bites on her cheek that left no marks. “My wife is strong.”

“Ishakan, you really are so…!” she said, her voice quavering with a sob of frustration that she couldn’t express herself. As much as he wanted to keep teasing her, Ishakan didn’t want to actually make her angry. He stroked her silver hair.

“I’m sorry. Did you get scared?” He asked softly, and bent his head to lick her tearstained cheeks, and then her earlobe, and then her slightly chapped lips, whispering. “I’ll be gentler.”

Leah blinked wet lashes. Her tear-filled eyes looked like flowers in the rain, and Ishakan looked down at her, enchanted. Filled with emotions, her eyes took on such a captivating hue.

In the beginning, she had always been expressionless, and radiated a sober atmosphere. But now she sometimes let her walls down to show him her true feelings.

It moved him so much, it made it hard for Ishakan to be rational.

She was so beautiful, people would not let her alone. Of course, Ishakan was one of those people, and he tormented her often.

“I’ll be as gentle as you want…”

The difference was that he wanted to make her happy. He didn’t care if the road was difficult. He wanted to give her the most perfect happiness.

Ishakan kissed her wet eyes. His voice was filled with love, as if every word was a confession of his passion for her.

“Don’t cry, Leah.”