“I love you more than you can imagine, more than you can handle. I guess your heart is not as deep as mine. I think you should control yourself. But now I don’t know how to not covet you. So please, I beg you..."
Me too...
He tried to make a refined confession, but it was too much. Michael said with his expression collapsing as if he was about to cry.
“Love me just a little.”
That was the moment.
I threw Michael's body backward as if she couldn't bear it anymore.
He easily allowed himself to be surprised by me and buried himself in the sheets with his black hair disheveled.
“Eve?”
He felt a rustling sensation on his cheek. Eve was looking down at him, her long lime-blonde hair flowing.
“Michael. My constant Michael. Why do you love me so much?”
The words of resentment sounded pleasant and sweet. Michael listened to his own ears.
It was the moment when I doubted whether it was normal.
This was the confession made by him with his shaking purple eyes.
“I love you too. I really do.”
Michael's breathing stopped. A few drops of water fell onto his chest, which had stopped rising and falling. I was crying with a happy face.
“I will give you all the good I can give you. I will pay any price possible to get you. I will pay for it. If you are by my side, I don’t mind turning the whole world into my enemy. I can even commit treason if I’m with you.”
At this moment, Michael inwardly apologized for judging the depth of my heart so carelessly.
“Michael, I love you. I really love you..."
My vision was blurred by the thick water curtain, so I couldn't see Michael's face.
It was then that Michael grabbed my waist as a smile sat on top of him.
“Eve, if you cry like that..."
“Michael...?”
We were still connected. As the pressure of pride grew inside, my eyes flashed with confusion.
At that moment, a deep, low-pitched sound rang out.
“I'm excited.”
"Ah...!"
Michael supported my buttocks with his hands and made me sit upright. There was space between them.
Michael moved from below to above. my eyes burst open. It allowed me to face Michael's face, where his desire had not yet subsided.
I groaned and moaned madly.
He heard it. Michael blew a laugh and whispered.
“I am glad that you are royalty.”
“Oh, oh?”
“Your energy will be unrivaled.”
“Ah, ah, Mi, Michael...!”
“My Eve... I hope your tastes are rough from the waist down.”
He pushed me as if he was going to crush me. My neck was constantly being squeezed by the man who was running at me without tiring.
I had to ring the bell.
There was no end to that dawn full of joy, for it was now the summer rainy season when dark clouds obscured the sun for a week.
Swish.
The merciless downpour pounded ceaselessly against the windows. The sky was dark and covered with heavy rain clouds, so the day resembled night.
“Haaah..."
Amid the continued hazy ecstasy, I had long since lost all sense of time.
I lived a life where I barely left my bed for several days and nights.
Most of the time was spent hanging out under or above Michael.
There was no part of my body that Michael's lips and fingertips had not touched.
I was so tired of holding his warmth that I fell into a deep sleep.
I opened my eyes while receiving his groan and kept running toward each other.
Splash splash.
My confused mind slowly came back. I saw that the surroundings were filled with water.
I realized. It was a beautiful marble bathroom decorated in a pavilion shape.
I scooped up some warm water with my hands and let it flow. Soon I leaned my head against the marble pillar and closed my eyes. My body felt tired.
“You’ll feel bad if you sleep like that.”
A low and soft voice like the bell rang.
Michael, dressed in a gown, approached carrying a basket of drinks.
“Ah, Michael.”
Michael dropped his robe as if he was going to die. His magnificent body naturally entered the water and took my side.
“Eve.”
The hand that swept the wet side hair behind my ear was affectionate. But even this made my eyes squint.
It wasn't as good as a folding smile.
The man who had won the body and mind of his lover smiled so beautifully that it almost seemed unrealistic.
Michael kissed my lips with a soft sound, as I looked slightly dazed.
Then he stretched out his hand and pulled the basket. The basket, which had a wooden bottom, floated on the water.
“I feel like you're getting thirsty.”
Michael's hand poured a drink. It was a fine drink for me.
He handed me some fermented milk tea and took a sip of wine.
One side of the bathroom is made up of windows, making it look like a small garden.
I could still see the decorated outdoor terrace.
The dark outside, busy washing away the world, came into view.
“How much time has passed?”
“The maid on duty said that today is the afternoon of the third day of the summer rainy season.”
"Oh my God..."
Time flies like this.
I was very surprised, thinking that it was something to be thrown away.
“It was... so long...”
“I am impressed by your energy.”
“Don't tease me.”
“I’m not kidding. If I hadn’t had the stamina potion, I would’ve been in big trouble.”
He spoke with a smile, and his face was such that it was hard to tell whether he was joking or being serious.
I felt ashamed again, realizing that I had squeezed Michael like that.
“What can I do if Michael is good?”
A small excuse gently grabbed Michael's heart and then released it.
“Michael?”
Michael pulled me into his arms.
He seemed to be hugging me from behind.
He licked the nape of my neck, which was exposed by lifting my head. He moved his lips to my earlobe and gently kissed me.
It was based on evidence.
“Ah..."
A melting groan escaped me on its own.
The caresses began under the guise of washing. His bare hands, not even holding a bath sponge, explored every inch of Eve's breasts and inner thighs.
My upper body tilted as if it was collapsing. Then, Michael's two hands filled my breasts and lifted my waist. I moaned, half trapped in his arms.
Michael whispered mischievously, admiring the continued pretty throat sound.
“Please refrain from getting excited in the water.”
“Heh, you’re the only one acting so plain..."
I was not the type of person to just sit back and let things happen even if I felt resentment.
I immediately reached back with one hand and felt the lower part of Michael's abs hidden under the water.
A gentle yet strange hand touched him.
Now Michael couldn't pretend to be relaxed anymore. Even the clumsy kneading and rubbing made him feel unbelievably sore.
“Ah, Eve..."
I twisted my body slightly and looked back at Michael. He looked charming.
My eyes caught sight of his furrowed eyebrows and his firm, tense jaw.
I turned around completely and kissed his prominent neck. Then I spoke as if it were a command.
“Moan, Michael.”
"...Ha."
The first groan burst out like a sigh. Every time my lips touched his neck, it trembled, and the suppressed low groan echoed through the wet air. Without realizing it, I found myself sucking deeply into the crook of my neck.
At that moment, Michael grabbed my hand and stopped me as if he couldn't stand it anymore. The look in his eyes was dangerously excited.
“You don’t know moderation.”
“You were supposed to be my educator. You didn’t teach me.”
The sound of us blaming each other was sweet.
I gently stroked his solid chest with the back of my hand.
“You've taught me to greedily covet the ones I love, and now I'm not going to run away.”
“Come and hug me.”
Michael responded to the clear request with action.
Michael quickly picked me up and carried me out of the water. Water poured out of me like a marble statue in a fountain.
The area close to the terrace was set up as a rest area. Michael set me down on the fluffy fleece carpet. Then he had me lie on my back on a long leather stool. My voluptuous breasts were squashed together.
I looked up, slightly embarrassed. In front of me was a rainy outdoor terrace garden.
“Hey, here?”
“I thought it would be charming.”
"What..."
“You don’t like it?”
In the end, I didn't say no.
A hot palm touched my red and feverish back.
He moved downwards, caressing the gracefully pretty wing bones and skimming the shallow curves of the spine.
The hand that was wrapping around my buttocks slightly tightened its grip. The fingertips that had brushed against me were very slippery.
"Ah...!"
He laid his body in a deep and round place.
He buried it. An ecstatic pressure stabbed my pelvis and waist.
Michael, standing behind me, moved slowly. I looked back with longing eyes at the shallow stimulation.
“Michael..."
I wanted to hear the words of pleading, but Michael had no patience left. As if he had been waiting, he started to move his waist with strength.
The beads of sweat on his chiseled chin moved with his violent movements.
It was scattered on my back.
Every time he dug and buried it violently, the evidence of the desires he had poured out for three days and nights bubbled inside. The bubbles gathered and fell.
Our licentiousness was blessed by a week of pleasure. Ecstatic pleasures came over us again and again.
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