Chapter 69 - - 69 : Saviour
Her thoughts were muddled throughout the entire ordeal, blocking out the majority of the ordeal in her mind. She knew only one thing could bring her peace once this was all over...
"You promised..." she couldn't help but whisper in between her moans as she felt him thrusting deep into her. Leyla arched her back as he kept going, hands grasping at his biceps, fingernails digging into his skin at the reluctant pleasure coursing through her veins...
Matthias looked up at her, lust-filled eyes looking at her in a prodding manner to voice out her thoughts. He was too drunk in euphoria at that moment, feeling her warmth engulfing him, squeezing him tightly inside her. He let go of his grasp in her hair, and used it to cup her flushed cheeks...
"You promised to show mercy..." she continued, letting out a breathy moan when he hit her deep in her sweet spot, hands hastily grabbing purchase on his broad shoulders, "Please..." she begged, unable to voice further coherent words.
Despite being too preoccupied with the feeling of being sheathed inside her, Matthias still had his wits about him, and understood her completely. He couldn't help but release a dry chuckle as he picked up his pace, grunting whenever she tightened around him.
How could he despise her?
She looked so delectable, begging for her dear Uncle Bill's freedom as she writhed in pleasure beneath him. It didn't matter to him why she agreed to tangle with him at this moment, her eyes still shone prettily like jewels to him.
He watched as she struggled to support her weight in her arms, grabbing blindly onto him as she hooked her arms from behind his neck, bringing their faces closer. He could clearly see the tears in the corner of her eyes and he couldn't help but begin to chase his pleasure at the sight of it.
She could burst into tears any minute now, should he delay answering her. She threw her head back with a wanton moan, her eyelids fluttering closed as she lost strength when she felt warmth pool into her. Her body limply lay still on the floor, leaving Matthias panting with sweat on his brows as he hovered above her.
He couldn't help but admire her. Leyla still stubbornly refused to look at him, but that didn't matter. Nothing changed in the desire he felt for her, in fact it seemed to grow stronger.
One more, just one more time, he couldn't help but think as he pulled her towards him, hands grasping onto her tousled hair firmly, but gently. He saw a glimpse of fear in her as he did so, before she finally turned to look at him.