TPITT - Chapter 151 🔥🔥

As soon as I got back to my quarters, I dismissed the maid on duty and went straight to the bedroom.

Bam.

It was Michael's back that closed the lonely wooden door. As soon as we crossed the threshold, we put our arms around each other's necks and waists and shared another carefree kiss.

“Um, uhm...”

Michael slid his hand from around my waist to my thigh. He lifted me up and moved me to the bed, still keeping our lips together. He stopped kissing me as he gently sat me down on the edge.

Michael's face was relaxed. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand and looked away for a moment. His attractive throat was throbbing and he was swallowing dry saliva.

“Michael.”

I was also nervous and out of my mind, but I moved my hand. I mustered up my courage and grabbed the long tie that was loosely tied around his neck first.

The knot, which was originally tied to be easy to untie, was guided by my hands as if it were slipping away.

Even the cheap outer skin is like clothing, and the feeling of it being taken off was so stimulating that Michael met me with heated eyes.

Michael took off his coat and dropped it on the floor. He stepped on the debris, turned the corner, and climbed onto the bed.

He sat behind me and reached for the ribbon on my dress. His fingertips, trembling with excitement and nervousness, twitched and twitched a few times before he began to untie the string.

It was a time when stiff corsets that got in the way of caressing had long since become a thing of the past. When he took off my dress, what was revealed was a silk slip.

It is not only the brasier and dross worn inside but also the bare skin. It was so transparent and thin that it showed everything.

"Eve."

Michael turned me around and sat me down. When he saw me face-on, Michael's ribcage stopped rising and falling for a moment.

I tried to cover my eyes with my hand at the explicit feeling of being coveted by his gaze, but Michael grabbed my hand and kissed the delicate flesh on the inside of my wrist.

“I learned that no blood stasis should remain on the body of a royal family member.”

“You can forget it.”

"Gladly."

The skin was sucked in strongly, with a strange sound. It was the first trace.

Tap, tap.

Michael began to unbutton the few buttons on his shirt, letting it fall down, revealing voluptuous yet artistic curves of muscle.

A platinum body chain studded with jewels gleamed across the man's beautifully naked torso.

I blushed at the sight of him inciting human greed. His firm abs clenched as if he sensed my gaze.

A large hand cupped my cheek, I was trying to turn my head away in embarrassment.

"Look at me, Eve."

"Huh..."

Michael's hands were untied my hair ribbon. He held up the back of my head and laid it neatly in the center of the sheet.

Soon Michael came up on my white body. He pressed his forearms on either side of my head to avoid putting weight on me, casting a shadow. Even in the backlight, his face and body were breathtakingly beautiful.

“Ugh.”

A soft touch touched my neck, where the jeweled choker was. His lips brushed against my collarbone and he went down, kissing gently along my sternum.

At the same time, the slip rolled up and a hot palm touched my skin. The hand swept up my bare waist and dug into Brassiere.

“Ahh.”

While I was startled and my waist jerked, Michael clenched his molars. The feeling of the fullness in his palm was so soft and smooth that it was almost painful to the touch.

“Mi, Michael...”

The call, which was unable to overcome its shame, sounded like a plea to his ears. With dry hands, he took off the slip and bracière.

He touched the coral-colored spot. He scraped it with his teeth and bit it with his lips. He put a lot of strength into his hands to make it smooth, and the trembling didn't stop.

My mouth erupted into a passionate moan as I was stroked with ecstatic caresses. His lips and palms were my body melted as an eerie heat rose up in every place he passed by.

I also reached out my hand to him in excitement. Not knowing what to do, I stroked his shiny black hair.

Michael had to grit his teeth and clench them as if he was being handed a favor.

His lips moved down from her breasts in a steady, languid descent, reaching her pelvis. A sculptural nostril brushed against a woman's short, pumpkin-pants-like droop.

He bit the ribbon of the knot and untied it, letting the last bit of fabric slip down my thigh and between my smooth leg and ankle.

"Ah..."

I was naked, wearing nothing but a thick jeweled choker. I instinctively tried to bend my knees, but Michael's hand stopped me. He grabbed my knees and created space.

His purple eyes, which seemed to glow even in the dark, seemed to engrave my naked body on his retina.

"Eve."

It was a voice that was deeply hushed with excitement.

"Oh...!"

His hand touched it carefully. A squelching sound resonated clearly as if to prove that the body had already been completely eroded. Soon, a silver thread was loosely hanging from his fingertips.

"You want my body so much. I’m glad you did.”

“Hey, Michael.”

I looked as if I was about to cry in embarrassment. Michael locked eyes with me and took off his lower body as well.

I had been extremely excited from the moment he entered the bedroom. I forgot my embarrassment for a moment at the size of his obvious desire and opened my mouth slightly.

Michael locked himself more firmly between my legs.

"Eve."

His eyes were red with excitement, but there was a strange sense of guilt in them.

“Michael...?”

But it was too late to stop.

"Ah!"

His hands gripped my thighs with force. Hot heat pressed down on me.

"Ah, ugh...!"

A sharp pain ran down my spine. I couldn't help but feel the strange pain of my flesh being torn apart. The pupils in the center of my pumpkin-colored eyes dilated widely.

“Mi, Micha, Michael...!”

"Eve..."

There was a deep sense of regret in his hands, voice, and expression as he tried to soothe me. But even that couldn't erase the desire in his eyes.

Physiological tears filled my eyes. When I made a weak gesture of rejection, Michael dropped a kiss on the corner of my eye. He liked up my watery amber eyes and drank it down like it was brandy.

“Ugh, Michael...”

I lifted my hand that had been tearing the sheet and clung to him. Michael's expression distorted, feeling betrayed by the desperate gesture of dependence and the ecstasy of seeing my crying face.

Michael reached out and groped the table. A pink potion came out. He put it on the two people's bodies.

It poured down between my teeth. And I clenched my teeth.

"Sorry, Eve."

"...!"

He dug in at once. He held my beautiful body tightly in his arms, my neck bent back. A firm bond was created.

"Ah, ahh...”

"It's okay. It's okay now."

"Ugh..."

Kissing my tearful face, and trying to appease him. But his eyes were vicious and greedy.

A shiver ran through my entire body as I shook internally. His instincts wanted to run wild. He barely held it back and moved very slowly.

“Hey, Michael. It's hurt, It's hurt... Ah!”

The pink liquid that had accumulated along with the slow movement of the waist soaked the inside sufficiently. The first wound healed due to the healing effect of the potion.

As the pain disappeared, the flowers began to bloom.

A tingling sensation ran down my spine and pelvis. My toes curled and clutched the sheets.

“Ah, ahh...”

My mind was clouded. My expression was ecstatic. I gripped his forearm tightly and looked at Michael with eager eyes.

"A little more... harder, uh..."

Michael immediately and faithfully complied with my request.

His movements became quicker. The bed sheets were rumpled messily. Sweat beads rolled down from the hot, bloody area.

Between the sounds of the rain, the groans and heavy breathing continued without pause. I shook and swayed, wildly exploring.

"Eve, Eve...”

"Michael...!"

Even while shaking violently, the axes of our gaze remained fixed on each other.

"Ah...!"

At some point, a hot and tingling sensation of pleasure struck me. My waist bounced on the sheet. Michael bit his lip.

Michael buried himself deep in me, his spine trembling as he pressed himself against me. The charming frown between his brows slowly widened as time passed.

He sat me down, holding the back of my head as if holding my flowing lime-blonde hair. His lips searched for mine eagerly and brushed against mine.

I also pulled back the nape of my neck and brought our lips together. We continued kissing while still holding each other.

I felt the embrace grow stronger as if he would not let it be taken away, and I raised my hand too. As the delicate fingertips slowly brushed his shoulder blades, the muscles in his back responded by clenching.

The lips of the two people parted, stretching out a long silver thread. As he stared, his chest rose and fell roughly. His breathlessness resembled our first, thirsty, and thirsty moments.

"Eve..."

His eyes, looking at me, were dark with lust and other emotions. He opened his mouth, trying to calm his breathing.

“I don’t think I can stand it anymore... without saying anymore.”

"Michael...?"

A man who seems to be laughing and crying. Our faces came closer. The bridge of his nose brushed against my cheek. It was like a gesture by a tame beast trying to look as loving as possible.

It was at that time that I was wondering.

“I love you.”

"..."

A thrilling thrill hit my heart.

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