The hand that approached next no longer touched her lower body but instead caressed her upper body. From her long neck to the curve of her shoulder, it wrapped around her slender forearm, then let go, only to repeat the motion. The hand that moved like flowing water soon slipped behind her, tracing over her shoulder blades, tickled her spine, and then returned to the front.

“Hngh…!”

There wasn’t even time to say no. Javier’s lips were already teasing her collarbone and had captured her softly heaving breast. Leila flinched harder at the breath she felt on her cleavage. Her rising body temperature only fueled a heat that brought with it an inexplicable sense of anticipation.

Smooch, smooch. Several kisses fell on Leila’s chest. Javier, as if addicted to the act, repeatedly kissed and rubbed his lips against her skin. Then, without hesitation, he took the stiffened nipple swollen with arousal into his mouth, sucking hard enough for wet noises to echo.

The nipple, tensed with hypersensitivity, trembled the moment it felt his lips and tongue. The hand that had wrapped around her waist had now moved up, fondling her soft breast as if it were his own. He pulled at the rounded flesh, lifting and squeezing it, then brought it to the center.

Not only the breasts, but the gathered nipples as well were rubbed against his lips, tongue, and cheeks, delivering sensations beyond comprehension. Leila, stubbornly suppressing the moans that tried to escape her lips, clutched only at Javier’s collar. Her fingers had already turned pale at the joints and trembled visibly.

“Stop, stop…”

Unable to endure any longer, Leila pleaded pitifully, like someone declaring surrender. Her voice was very small, yet it clearly reached Javier’s ears as he suckled and licked her chest like it belonged to him.

It was certainly audible and not something to be ignored. Leila’s voice, just like her body, was trembling.

But Javier…

“Very well. Then I shall suck somewhere else.”

The moment she heard those words, Leila looked at Javier in disbelief. The man before her now was nothing but one burning with lust and panting heavily. Leila didn’t want to believe it, but reality was always cruel and never went the way she wished.

“Ah, no, don’t—!”

As soon as Javier stopped kissing her chest, he moved down, leaving kisses on her solar plexus, navel, lower belly, and the area above her pubic bone, then continued even lower. Leila twisted her waist, feeling his hot breath, damp touch, and ragged breathing pressing into her wet area.

“No, not there—!”

For the first time, Leila expressed rejection and struggled more forcefully. Her attempts to escape his hands were pitiful, but escaping the man who had spent nearly a decade on battlefields was impossible.

Leila, caught like prey by a beast, could do nothing but moan and squirm her hips under his grasp. His unyielding strength was his stubbornness, and trapped in that, Leila could only release helpless moans as he licked and nibbled her clitoris with his teeth.

And before long, the pleasure became so wet and overwhelming that Leila thought being sucked and licked there was better—her night was stolen.

A night that was sticky and endlessly long.

***

Javier, who always woke at dawn, did not resist the rare chance to sleep in.

The morning after the passionate wedding night was incredibly sticky. It seemed they had fallen asleep while chasing pleasure all night long. The bodily fluids spilled throughout the night clung with a sticky sensation.

Javier rubbed his cheek against the soft pillow and felt a warm presence on his arm. As he turned his head toward that warmth, he felt soft breaths tickling his skin.

“Leila.”

Javier called out to Leila in a small voice. It wasn’t meant to wake her but more like savoring the name lingering on his lips. After murmuring her name once more, Javier carefully shifted his position.

The bulky figure, who had been lying on his back looking at the ceiling, sluggishly turned onto his side. His clumsy movement was slow and rather funny, though no one was there to laugh.

Javier smiled, lifting the corners of his mouth as if pleased, and admired Leila sleeping in his arms. Her hair was tousled from being tormented and tossing all night, tickling him.

The soft golden strands stretched out long, some of them damp. Hair soaked in sweat and fluids was scattered messily over the white sheets.

Javier, gently brushing aside the strands tickling Leila’s cheek with care, wore a satisfied smile. The room, filled with moonlight at night and sunlight during the day, now seemed to shine even brighter with his smile.

Javier’s knobby, jointed fingers now stroked Leila’s neck. Burying his nose here and inhaling deeply let him savor her scent to the fullest.

As the memory of that fragrance briefly surfaced, Javier felt a dull ache in his lower abdomen and suppressed a groan. It was as if the sensations from hours ago were wrapping around his entire body again.

“Mmm…”

Leila furrowed her brows and shifted at the ticklish touch, turning her back to Javier. He cast a side glance at her chest visible beyond her small, delicate shoulders and stroked the curve of her waist.

His hand, gliding gently along the skin down to her hips, then moved upward again to cup a breast leaning to one side. Her firm breast, just the right size to fill his large hand, was quickly kneaded into an obscene shape.

Watching Leila pant and show her back, Javier moved closer, closing the gap to press his body against hers. As their skin rubbed together naturally, his fully aroused member pressed into her soft buttocks.

“Haa…”

His languid sigh was heavy with unmistakable desire. Like reminiscing the pleasure of the previous night, his slow-moving hand kneaded her breast with deliberate intent. Feeling the lewd stimulation of his rough palm, the nipple that peeked between his fingers quickly hardened.

Javier teased the adorably protruding nipple with his fingernail, circling and stimulating it. Leila, sweetly asleep, flinched the moment she felt the stimulation on her nipple.

Javier’s gaze moved to Leila’s cheek. The pillow’s imprint revealed how soft and clean her skin was. Having kneaded her breast like it was his own for a while, Javier felt his lower half drenched and lifted the blanket up to his waist.

“Mmm…”

Leila, curled up and asleep, shivered as if feeling a chill. With the warmth trapped under the blanket gone, she seemed to feel cold. Noticing immediately, Javier quickly moved to cover Leila.

Watching Leila lying on her side, unable to spread her legs, Javier pressed his lower body against her and rubbed his lips against her round shoulder. Leila, in deep sleep, showed no sign of waking up.

Javier hesitated as he looked at her. Should he wake Leila and release his arousal, or let her rest without disturbing her tired body and quietly leave?

“……”

The internal conflict didn’t last long. Clenching his fist as if making a decision, Javier withdrew the arm that had supported her head. He pulled over a soft pillow to place beneath her head and took the one he had used to tuck behind her waist.

Feeling something pressing against her back, Leila stirred uncomfortably and shifted again. Javier, tightening his lower abdomen, pulled back his upper body to help her change position. Grabbing her slender ankle and giving it a quick turn, her legs opened without resistance, shyly revealing the place that had been hidden all this time.

Leila had been held by Javier several times throughout the night and couldn’t escape him. Her tormented entrance was swollen and twitching red. As it brushed against Javier’s thigh as he knelt, it quivered and soon expelled a milky liquid.

“Hoo…”

Javier didn’t insert immediately but placed his hardened length over her mound. Soon, wet squelching sounds filled the room, and as he relaxed his lower body, their naturally aligned pubic bones exchanged an erotic pleasure.

Because it was so thoroughly soaked, the lewd noises echoed continuously. The groins of the two, drenched in bodily fluids, were an utter mess.