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This chapter contains mature and explicit scenes intended for adult readers. If you are uncomfortable with detailed intimacy or prefer to skip such content, please consider skipping this chapter. Reader discretion is advised.
Yaelle was tightly held in his arms, so tightly that her breathing became unsteady. She wanted to push him away a little and tell him to be gentle, but one of his hands was behind her head and the other on her waist, not allowing her to retreat. It felt like he was someone drowning in water who had finally found a lifeline.
He just wanted to put all his weight on her and desperately draw oxygen from her lips. After a long while, they finally parted. Yaelle collapsed in his arms, panting softly.
Her legs were so weak she couldn't stand, and she had to rely on his body to support herself. She had just caught her breath, and her breathing hadn't fully calmed when he lowered his head again and began sucking on her lips. Yaelle couldn't take it anymore and lightly pushed him.
"No, mm~ stop~" Her soft moan was instantly swallowed between their lips and teeth. Maxim's body tightened from her gentle cries.
He couldn't hold back anymore. If it weren't for the wrong place and time, maybe he would have done more. He bent down, carried Yaelle in his arms, and rushed back to their inn room at the fastest speed.
The next second, the couple's clothes flew out from the bed curtains. As Yaelle was lowered onto the bed, her heart raced with anticipation. Maxim's strong hands roamed her body, caressing every curve and valley. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with urgency. Yaelle moaned into his kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair. She could feel his hard bulge pressing against her thigh, making her ache with desire.
Maxim broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and sucking on her sensitive skin. Yaelle arched her back, offering herself to him completely. He continued his descent, kissing along her collarbone and down to her br**sts.
He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, feeling its weight and fullness. His thumb circled her n*ppl*, teasing it until it hardened under his touch. Then he took it into his mouth, sucking and licking until Yaelle was writhing beneath him.
His other hand slid down her body, over her flat stomach and between her thighs. He cupped her mound, feeling the heat radiating from her c*re. He rubbed her through the fabric of her underwear, feeling her moisture seeping through.
Yaelle gasped and spread her legs wider, inviting him to touch her more. Maxim obliged, pushing the fabric aside and slipping a finger inside her wet folds. He stroked her inner walls, finding that sweet spot that made her cry out.
He added a second finger, thrusting in and out while his thumb circled her clit. Yaelle's hips bucked against his hand, seeking more friction. She was so close to the edge already.
Maxim removed his fingers and quickly discarded his own clothes. His hard c*ck sprang free, the tip glistening with pr*-c*m. He positioned himself at Yaelle's entrance and slowly pushed inside.
She was so tight, gripping him like a vice. Maxim had to still himself for a moment, letting her adjust to his size. Then he began to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in.
Yaelle wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside. Their hips met in a frenzy of movement, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Maxim leaned down and captured her mouth again, swallowing her moans.
He could feel her walls fluttering around him, signaling her impending release. He reached between their bodies and rubbed her cl*t in time with his thrusts. Yaelle's orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing beneath him.
The room was soon filled with the muffled moans of the woman and the low panting of the man. Later into the night, only the woman's sobbing pleas could be heard.
Mixed with the man's coaxing and gentle murmurs. The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight came through the window, Yaelle was woken up again by Maxim's kisses. She hadn't slept well at all and was in a bad mood.
Instantly furious, she raised her foot and kicked him. But her dainty foot had no strength at all and felt soft and weak. Maxim easily caught the playful little foot, like catching a naughty kitten.
Maxim carefully looked at the foot in his hand, feeling something unusual in his heart. The round toes, neatly trimmed nails, and smooth white skin all fascinated him. Since they hadn't been exposed to the sun, the skin on her feet was even smoother and more delicate than her hands.
He stared blankly for a moment. He had never noticed that someone's feet could be so attractive. It was only now he realized that Yaelle wasn't just beautiful with a curvy figure, even her feet were charming.
She was truly a natural-born beauty. "So sleepy. Stop messing around," Yaelle mumbled without even opening her eyes. Maxim put her little foot down carefully and tucked it back under the quilt.
He made sure to press down the corners so no cold air could sneak in. Hearing his little wife's sleepy complaint, he touched his nose awkwardly. Maybe he had gone a little too far last night.
But she was leaving today. Even though he was reluctant, the conditions outside couldn't compare to home. She had already made an effort to come see him for two days.
He couldn't just think about himself. Maxim kissed Yaelle again, filled with reluctance, then got up and left the room. In his heart, he secretly vowed to study hard and one day settle in the capital.
He wanted to bring his wife there and never be apart from her again.