Sidrain couldn’t help but stare at her lips as they moved. His own body shook as he leaned in to kiss her, holding her up with his strong arms. Iris was taken aback but soon found herself lost in the intensity of the kiss.
“Can I kiss you, Ris?” Sidrain asked breathlessly, his legs tangled with hers and their noses almost touching. Iris gasped for air as he kissed her again, his laughter ringing out with an excitement that felt predatory.
“We’ve already done it,” she managed to say between gasps. Sidrain chuckled, his lips returning to hers to bite down hard without causing any pain. He tore at her dress, and the sound of ripping fabric echoed in the room.
“Right.”
He held Iris’s bare chest, causing it to tremble as she struggled to breathe. His rough touch controlled her chest, eliciting soft moans from her. Sidrain couldn’t help but gnash his teeth at the overwhelming pleasure he felt.
Iris couldn’t keep track of how many times it had happened. Her screams echoed in her ears, and she sat face-to-face with Sidrain, who didn’t demand anything from her except to place her hand on his neck. Whenever her hand fell weakly, he would guide it back to his neck.
“Are you tired?” Sidrain whispered as he thrust upward. Iris struggled to lift her head, her breathing heavy, and her side throbbing. The pleasure was so intense that she couldn’t tell if she was tired or not.
Suddenly, Sidrain thrust again, making a loud noise. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked.
“Um, yeah,” Iris replied, feeling embarrassed and wanting to cover her face with both hands. But every time she tried to move her arm away from Sidrain’s neck, he would take her hand and place it back around his neck.
“I can feel it,” Sidrain whispered, noticing Iris’s shivering. “Ris likes things a bit rough.”
“Is that so?” Iris asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“But you,” Sidrain continued, “you like it even more than being gentle.”
With a merciless twist of his hands, Sidrain squeezed Iris’s bre*sts, eliciting a mix of screams, sobs, and moans.
“My queen,” Sidrain sighed, his eyes closed. “You drive men crazy in so many ways.”
He loved the way she challenged him, demanding that he push her to her limits. There was something devilishly alluring about her, and he couldn’t get enough.
Sidrain nibbled on Iris’s ear, savoring the taste of her skin. He couldn’t resist her, even if he tried. She was his demon, both lovely and naughty, and he would sell his soul for her a hundred times over.
“I can’t stand it anymore,” Sidrain groaned, unable to hold back any longer. Iris clung to him, knowing that he needed her to shake him wildly.
Sidrain’s movements were relentless as he continued to thrust into Iris. She writhed beneath him like a fish out of water, her flat stomach pressed even flatter. Despite her screams, Sidrain didn’t stop, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
Finally, her hand slipped off his neck, and Iris clung to his back, digging her nails in. Her nails pierced his skin, leaving red marks, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the pleasure, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
As Sidrain hugged her tightly, Iris cried tears of joy. It wasn’t because it hurt or because she didn’t want it. It was something else entirely.
“I love you, Ris,” Sidrain said, his voice full of emotion.
For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The night was romantic, and they were lovers who would soon part. In that moment of connection, Sidrain’s confession came naturally, as if it was something he had been waiting to say.
With her eyes narrowed and her body still trembling, Iris slowly opened her eyes, feeling the peak of ecstasy. She stared at Sidrain without blinking, trying to process what she had just heard.
“I, I like you,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She wasn’t sure if it was love yet, but she knew that she liked him. And she felt it wasn’t enough, so she added one more sentence.
“The most in the world.”
Sidrain kissed her lips, and slowly, their kiss eroded everything around them. In that moment, there were only the two of them, lost in their own world of passion and love.
Sidrain couldn’t help but stare at her lips as they moved. His own body shook as he leaned in to kiss her, holding her up with his strong arms. Iris was taken aback but soon found herself lost in the intensity of the kiss.
“Can I kiss you, Ris?” Sidrain asked breathlessly, his legs tangled with hers and their noses almost touching. Iris gasped for air as he kissed her again, his laughter ringing out with an excitement that felt predatory.
“We’ve already done it,” she managed to say between gasps. Sidrain chuckled, his lips returning to hers to bite down hard without causing any pain. He tore at her dress, and the sound of ripping fabric echoed in the room.
“Right.”
He held Iris’s bare chest, causing it to tremble as she struggled to breathe. His rough touch controlled her chest, eliciting soft moans from her. Sidrain couldn’t help but gnash his teeth at the overwhelming pleasure he felt.
Iris couldn’t keep track of how many times it had happened. Her screams echoed in her ears, and she sat face-to-face with Sidrain, who didn’t demand anything from her except to place her hand on his neck. Whenever her hand fell weakly, he would guide it back to his neck.
“Are you tired?” Sidrain whispered as he thrust upward. Iris struggled to lift her head, her breathing heavy, and her side throbbing. The pleasure was so intense that she couldn’t tell if she was tired or not.
Suddenly, Sidrain thrust again, making a loud noise. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked.
“Um, yeah,” Iris replied, feeling embarrassed and wanting to cover her face with both hands. But every time she tried to move her arm away from Sidrain’s neck, he would take her hand and place it back around his neck.
“I can feel it,” Sidrain whispered, noticing Iris’s shivering. “Ris likes things a bit rough.”
“Is that so?” Iris asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“But you,” Sidrain continued, “you like it even more than being gentle.”
With a merciless twist of his hands, Sidrain squeezed Iris’s bre*sts, eliciting a mix of screams, sobs, and moans.
“My queen,” Sidrain sighed, his eyes closed. “You drive men crazy in so many ways.”
He loved the way she challenged him, demanding that he push her to her limits. There was something devilishly alluring about her, and he couldn’t get enough.
Sidrain nibbled on Iris’s ear, savoring the taste of her skin. He couldn’t resist her, even if he tried. She was his demon, both lovely and naughty, and he would sell his soul for her a hundred times over.
“I can’t stand it anymore,” Sidrain groaned, unable to hold back any longer. Iris clung to him, knowing that he needed her to shake him wildly.
Sidrain’s movements were relentless as he continued to thrust into Iris. She writhed beneath him like a fish out of water, her flat stomach pressed even flatter. Despite her screams, Sidrain didn’t stop, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
Finally, her hand slipped off his neck, and Iris clung to his back, digging her nails in. Her nails pierced his skin, leaving red marks, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the pleasure, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
As Sidrain hugged her tightly, Iris cried tears of joy. It wasn’t because it hurt or because she didn’t want it. It was something else entirely.
“I love you, Ris,” Sidrain said, his voice full of emotion.
For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The night was romantic, and they were lovers who would soon part. In that moment of connection, Sidrain’s confession came naturally, as if it was something he had been waiting to say.
With her eyes narrowed and her body still trembling, Iris slowly opened her eyes, feeling the peak of ecstasy. She stared at Sidrain without blinking, trying to process what she had just heard.
“I, I like you,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She wasn’t sure if it was love yet, but she knew that she liked him. And she felt it wasn’t enough, so she added one more sentence.
“The most in the world.”
Sidrain kissed her lips, and slowly, their kiss eroded everything around them. In that moment, there were only the two of them, lost in their own world of passion and love.
