Chapter 81: Pain and Pleasure (19)
In the midnight darkness, his golden eyes glinted. It was feral and primal and s*xual.
Ailea bit her lip, gulping. How did other women feel whenever Clint touched them? What went through their mind when their eyes met? Was it ever passionate?
“Haa… Ailea, you’re so beautiful.” He smiled pleasantly, rubbing her cheeks.
He held her like a precious jewel.
Why was he so different? What does he have that Lawrence doesn’t? How could he find her beautiful? How can he smile without a single hint of disgust?
Ailea lightly raised her hand and held his cheek. Clint always made her feel secure and loved. She would melt each time. His touch was pleasant; it showed sincerity, and she felt like she was taking advantage of it.
Lawrence’s gaze scanned her with disgust. She remembered that gaze, but right now, all she could think about was Clint and his seducing smile urging her to forget about all the sadness she ever felt.
Ailea held back her tears.
“It’s not fun… staying still, right? I’m sure you’re…” she tried joking with a smile.
Clint grabbed her waist. “After tonight, you might walk in pain.” He kissed her moist eyes and continued. “The first time isn’t the best, but later on, I guarantee you that you’ll feel heavenly pleasure like never before.”
“Don’t say that!” She blushed.
“Maybe by then it’s you who’ll be leading me. Until then, I have to teach you the ways. So tonight, I’ll embrace you to the fullest.”
Ailea did not utter a word.
“No, not just tonight, but every night until you’re ready to take the lead. You just have to push me down and tell me you want me. But for now, I’ll take the lead. Just follow me.”
She was blushing hard.
Clint’s eyes spoke mixtures of desire and tenderness. Ailea could not look away from it. She could tell that he only had eyes for her, that his words were sincere.
This guy, really… Ailea smiled. How could those women ever forget about Clint when he is the embodiment of perfection?
Ailea raised her head and pecked him on the lips.
Clint’s eyes bulged, then he chuckled. “Thank you, my dear,” he said comically.
Ailea giggled, pulling him closer to her.
She had finally relaxed.
Then, he hovered over her, hooking their legs together. He took the head of hissh*ft and rubbed it across her cl*t.
Ailea let out a gasp.
Clint watched, paying attention to how her body shuddered. His hand moved to her hips in hopes to steady the first penetration, and when he thought her ready did he invade her inside: slow and steady. Clint saw a slight trace of pain in her eyes, her face contorting.
“Ugh—!” He grunted as he watched his d*ck slide into the slick of her folds. Inch by inch she consumed him, her v*rginity accepting his thickness.
When he had pushed himself deep enough, he did not move and stayed still until she had fully adjusted to the size of his member.
“Are you okay?” he asked, worried.
She tightened her grip around his neck. “I’m… I’m okay…”
“I’m going to move,” he warned.
Ailea nodded against his nape.
He slowly started thrusting in and out of her. Every time he thrust, she would let out a gasp, and every time he pulled away, her fingernails dug into his skin.
While he moved, he made sure to stimulate her cl*t. Ailea moaned from the mixed pain and pleasure.
Clint could feel her warm muscle tighten.
He had moved slowly, easing in and out gently until she relaxed and enjoyed every second.
Then a switch had flipped. Ailea’s pained moan turned to pleasure. He could see lust in her eyes.
“Clint… nghh—!” she hissed, her eyes closing as other senses took over.
He continued thrusting. She seemed to beg him to quicken the pace. He did so and rode her faster – still soft and gentle – while the walls of her flesh milked him dry with each thrust.
Soon both of them were no longer able to speak, only breath as they became one.
Ailea’s back arched as she felt org*sm erupt. Clint felt his seed shoot inside her with the heat of her own exploding force. Then he fell on her chest. His breathing was as ragged as was Ailea.
Clint moved to the side, laying next to her as he breathed in her scent. He had wanted to go for another round, but he knew she would not be able to take it. She was too tired. Instead, he whispered, “I want to hold you.”
The exhausted Ailea had no qualms with that request. She allowed him to spoon her in an embrace.
He looked at her and kissed her lips. “I know you’re tired. Sleep.”
“Mmn.” She smiled and closed her eyes, letting sleep claim her.
He peeked a glance at the mark he planted all over her. It was bruised with redness. f*ck, he thought. His primal desire had been difficult to contain.
His desire had not been resolved. He wanted more from her. But strangely enough, he felt satisfaction and content.
He recalled her burying her face in neck, and calling his name in pleasure repeatedly. It had brought otherworldly sensuality he never felt before.
Clint rubbed her hair and smiled.
Ailea was something.
He had never felt pleasure like this. His s*xual desire had not been resolved, but she had delivered him something else: satisfaction and content.
Chapter 81: Pain and Pleasure (19)
In the midnight darkness, his golden eyes glinted. It was feral and primal and s*xual.
Ailea bit her lip, gulping. How did other women feel whenever Clint touched them? What went through their mind when their eyes met? Was it ever passionate?
“Haa… Ailea, you’re so beautiful.” He smiled pleasantly, rubbing her cheeks.
He held her like a precious jewel.
Why was he so different? What does he have that Lawrence doesn’t? How could he find her beautiful? How can he smile without a single hint of disgust?
Ailea lightly raised her hand and held his cheek. Clint always made her feel secure and loved. She would melt each time. His touch was pleasant; it showed sincerity, and she felt like she was taking advantage of it.
Lawrence’s gaze scanned her with disgust. She remembered that gaze, but right now, all she could think about was Clint and his seducing smile urging her to forget about all the sadness she ever felt.
Ailea held back her tears.
“It’s not fun… staying still, right? I’m sure you’re…” she tried joking with a smile.
Clint grabbed her waist. “After tonight, you might walk in pain.” He kissed her moist eyes and continued. “The first time isn’t the best, but later on, I guarantee you that you’ll feel heavenly pleasure like never before.”
“Don’t say that!” She blushed.
“Maybe by then it’s you who’ll be leading me. Until then, I have to teach you the ways. So tonight, I’ll embrace you to the fullest.”
Ailea did not utter a word.
“No, not just tonight, but every night until you’re ready to take the lead. You just have to push me down and tell me you want me. But for now, I’ll take the lead. Just follow me.”
She was blushing hard.
Clint’s eyes spoke mixtures of desire and tenderness. Ailea could not look away from it. She could tell that he only had eyes for her, that his words were sincere.
This guy, really… Ailea smiled. How could those women ever forget about Clint when he is the embodiment of perfection?
Ailea raised her head and pecked him on the lips.
Clint’s eyes bulged, then he chuckled. “Thank you, my dear,” he said comically.
Ailea giggled, pulling him closer to her.
She had finally relaxed.
Then, he hovered over her, hooking their legs together. He took the head of hissh*ft and rubbed it across her cl*t.
Ailea let out a gasp.
Clint watched, paying attention to how her body shuddered. His hand moved to her hips in hopes to steady the first penetration, and when he thought her ready did he invade her inside: slow and steady. Clint saw a slight trace of pain in her eyes, her face contorting.
“Ugh—!” He grunted as he watched his d*ck slide into the slick of her folds. Inch by inch she consumed him, her v*rginity accepting his thickness.
When he had pushed himself deep enough, he did not move and stayed still until she had fully adjusted to the size of his member.
“Are you okay?” he asked, worried.
She tightened her grip around his neck. “I’m… I’m okay…”
“I’m going to move,” he warned.
Ailea nodded against his nape.
He slowly started thrusting in and out of her. Every time he thrust, she would let out a gasp, and every time he pulled away, her fingernails dug into his skin.
While he moved, he made sure to stimulate her cl*t. Ailea moaned from the mixed pain and pleasure.
Clint could feel her warm muscle tighten.
He had moved slowly, easing in and out gently until she relaxed and enjoyed every second.
Then a switch had flipped. Ailea’s pained moan turned to pleasure. He could see lust in her eyes.
“Clint… nghh—!” she hissed, her eyes closing as other senses took over.
He continued thrusting. She seemed to beg him to quicken the pace. He did so and rode her faster – still soft and gentle – while the walls of her flesh milked him dry with each thrust.
Soon both of them were no longer able to speak, only breath as they became one.
Ailea’s back arched as she felt org*sm erupt. Clint felt his seed shoot inside her with the heat of her own exploding force. Then he fell on her chest. His breathing was as ragged as was Ailea.
Clint moved to the side, laying next to her as he breathed in her scent. He had wanted to go for another round, but he knew she would not be able to take it. She was too tired. Instead, he whispered, “I want to hold you.”
The exhausted Ailea had no qualms with that request. She allowed him to spoon her in an embrace.
He looked at her and kissed her lips. “I know you’re tired. Sleep.”
“Mmn.” She smiled and closed her eyes, letting sleep claim her.
He peeked a glance at the mark he planted all over her. It was bruised with redness. f*ck, he thought. His primal desire had been difficult to contain.
His desire had not been resolved. He wanted more from her. But strangely enough, he felt satisfaction and content.
He recalled her burying her face in neck, and calling his name in pleasure repeatedly. It had brought otherworldly sensuality he never felt before.
Clint rubbed her hair and smiled.
Ailea was something.
He had never felt pleasure like this. His s*xual desire had not been resolved, but she had delivered him something else: satisfaction and content.
