The Grand Duchess Hears the Song of the Raven - Chapter 3

The hand that approached next caressed her upper body instead of her lower body this time. It glided over her long neck, down her curved shoulders, wrapping around her slender arms, only to let go again. His hand moved as fluidly as water, sliding to her back, brushing over her shoulder blades, then tickling the line of her spine before returning to the front.

“Hnn…!”

She didn’t even have time to say, “Stop.” Javier’s lips were now latching onto her collarbone, and his hands were cupping her soft, quivering breasts. Leila squirmed even harder in shock, feeling his breath between her breasts. Her already elevated body temperature rose even higher, making her feel both hot and inexplicably expectant.

Soft kisses, one after another, fell on Leila’s chest. Javier kissed her several times as if addicted, pressing his lips repeatedly to her skin. Without hesitation, he took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking loudly enough to make a sticky sound.

Her sensitive nipple, packed with nerves, trembled as soon as his lips and tongue touched it. The hand that had been wrapped around her waist slid upward, taking full possession of her soft breast, squeezing it as if it belonged to him. His fingers tugged at her round breasts, pulling them together.

Not only did her breasts press together, but both nipples rubbed against his lips, tongue, and cheeks, spreading an unfamiliar sensation through her body. Leila struggled to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, stubbornly biting them back, her hands gripping Javier’s collar tightly. Her fingers had turned white, trembling from the strain.

“Stop… stop…”

Leila, unable to bear it any longer, pleaded with him like someone admitting defeat. Her voice was small, but it easily reached Javier’s ears as he suckled her breasts as if they were his.

Her voice, trembling just like her body, was clear enough to hear and couldn’t be ignored.

But Javier…

“Very well. Then I’ll suck elsewhere.”

Leila looked at him with disbelief as soon as he spoke. The man before her was nothing but a panting beast consumed by lust. She didn’t want to believe it, but reality was always harsh and never went her way.

“No… please… don’t…!”

As soon as he stopped sucking her chest, Javier moved lower. His lips left wet marks on her sternum, navel, lower belly, and then down to her pubic bone before continuing downward. Leila felt his hot breath, the wetness of his lips, and the panting against her most intimate place, making her twist her hips in protest.

“No, not there…!”

For the first time, Leila expressed real resistance, struggling with all her might. But her attempts to escape were pitiful; there was no way to escape from a man who had spent nearly a decade on the battlefield.

Like prey caught in the jaws of a predator, Leila could only whimper and twitch her hips helplessly as Javier’s strong hands held her down. His stubbornness became even more apparent as he licked and nibbled on her clitoris with his sharp teeth, drawing helpless cries from her.

And soon after, sticky pleasure took over Leila’s night, leaving her with the strange thought that it was better for him to keep licking and sucking rather than stopping.

A long, sticky night awaited her.

***

Javier, who usually woke at the crack of dawn, didn’t resist sleeping in for once.

The morning after their wedding and their passionate first night felt thick and sticky. It seemed he had fallen asleep while chasing the lingering pleasure from the night. The fluids they’d exchanged during the night had left a sticky sensation on their bodies.

Javier rubbed his cheek against the soft pillow, feeling the warmth of Leila’s body against his arm. Turning his head toward the warmth, he felt her soft breath tickling his skin.

“Leila.”

Javier called her name softly, his voice more like savoring the sound of her name on his lips than trying to wake her. He murmured her name again before carefully adjusting his position.

Lying flat on his back, his large frame shifted slowly to his side, his movements comically slow and deliberate. But there was no one around to laugh at him.

Satisfied, he smiled as he watched Leila sleep in his arms. Her golden hair, tousled from their restless night, brushed against him, tickling his skin.

Some strands of her hair were damp, soaked with sweat and other fluids, scattered messily across the white sheets.

Javier gently brushed a few strands of hair away from Leila’s cheek, his expression content. The morning sunlight filtering into the room seemed to amplify his smile, making the room even brighter.

Javier’s rough, calloused fingers trailed over Leila’s neck. He could bury his face there and breathe in her scent to his heart’s content.

As he reminisced, the sensation in his lower abdomen tightened again, and he stifled a groan. The feelings he had experienced just a few hours ago seemed to flood back, enveloping him once more.

“Mmm…”

Leila stirred, frowning in her sleep as she rolled over, turning her back to Javier. He glanced down at her exposed shoulder, running his hand over her slender waist.

His hand traced up her body, gently squeezing her breast, which fit perfectly into his large palm. Her soft flesh yielded under his touch, molding into an indecent shape as he kneaded it.

Javier continued to observe Leila as she breathed softly, oblivious to his touch. His body pressed even closer to hers, his hardened erection brushing against her soft buttocks.

“Haa…”

His exhalation was heavy with lust. His hand continued to fondle her breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingers. The already stiff nipple grew harder as his rough palm grazed over it.

Javier continued to play with her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, stimulating her further. Though still sound asleep, Leila’s body responded with a slight twitch as he applied pressure to the sensitive area.

Javier’s gaze settled on Leila’s cheek, which bore faint marks from the pillow. Her skin was soft and smooth, unblemished. As he played with her breast, completely absorbed in the sensation, he felt the sticky wetness of their mingled fluids once again, and he pulled the blanket away from her waist.

“Mmm…”

Leila shivered slightly, as if feeling the cold air on her bare skin. She curled up in response to the sudden chill. Noticing this, Javier quickly moved to cover her with his own body.

Leila, lying on her side with her legs unable to part, remained deep asleep. Javier stared down at her before pressing his hips against hers, brushing his lips over her rounded shoulder. She showed no sign of waking.

Javier hesitated for a moment, pondering his next move. Should he wake her to satisfy the desire stirring inside him, or should he let her rest?

“……”

His moment of indecision didn’t last long. Javier made his choice, tightening his fist in resolve. He pulled his arm out from under her head, replacing it with a soft pillow. He took the pillow he had been using and tucked it behind her back.

Leila shifted, uncomfortable with the object pressing into her back, but she remained asleep. Javier supported her lower back as she adjusted her position. Taking hold of her slender ankle, he flipped her over with ease, her legs spreading slightly, revealing her most intimate area.

Leila, who had been caught in Javier’s grip all night, was sore and swollen, her entrance reddened and trembling slightly. As her sensitive flesh brushed against Javier’s thigh, a milky fluid dribbled out.

“Phew…”

Javier didn’t thrust inside immediately. He rested his erection against her, letting the wet, sticky sounds fill the room. His hips rubbed against hers, transmitting waves of pleasure through their pubic bones.

Their groins were already a mess, drenched in the fluids they’d shared, creating a symphony of lewd, wet sounds.