Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

Chapter 127

Molitia then reached out to him. As soon as her hand had brushed against his shoulder, Raven grabbed her in an instant before pushing it in slowly.

“Huh!”

Molitia immediately hugged his neck—tightly. The scorching air was smothering her.

Raven moved his waist around steadily. While hugging her as much as he could, he then pushed himself back—deep inside of her.

The sound of thumping flesh could be heard more clearly than when they were in the bedroom. Whenever a squelch had leaked from their skin bumping against one another, Molitia’s heart quivered to its utmost.

Raven’s taut arms stroked the top of her head. It was to prevent the towel from being swept away off the bathroom floor whenever he had plunged into her.

His brimming erection was scraping her insides without any ounce of hesitation. He pinned her soft flesh like he was trampling it down as he rammed into it mercilessly.

“Oh, it’s too deep…”

Molitia clung to his neck as she softly pleaded. Whenever she was enveloped in his arms, she never felt afraid of any sorts of storms at all. His wide back seemed like it could block every single thing.

A place where she could put her trust and a place to lean on. She had finally managed to find a place to relax. Even if she had exposed her weakness, he still wouldn’t leave her side as much.

Not only were they precious, they also treated her preciously. Even that great of a sense had made it so priceless.

Molitia tightened her embrace even more. Her immaculate fingertips clenched onto his shoulders and her mind seemed to be flashing all in white. Molitia soon concentrated all her senses towards the pleasure that was being given.

When Raven had thrusted his waist to his utmost, both of them exclaimed at the same time. Her toes were stretching out stiffly. On top of the already disorganized towel, a stream of turbid liquid had spilled out from their place of union.

Even while she was panting such rugged breaths as much as she could, Molitia raised her eyes. Molitia then slowly parted her mouth when she encountered those black eyes of his, whose fervour hadn’t subsided at all.

“…I love you, Raven.”

For that one single moment, Raven suddenly couldn’t breathe out. The warm moisture that had permeated through the bathroom appeared to have completely taken his breathing away. Only the sound of water droplets trickling from the ceiling resonated diversely.

Her face was occupied with a trembling sight. Nevertheless, she smiled at him with those red eyes of hers.

“What……?”

“I love you. I love you, Raven.”

The breaths that were exuded from their mouths entangled against each other. Whenever she uttered a word, a gust of torrid air had prevented it from leaking out. Even the breath he was expiring after a bit of a rest had felt so great.

He felt as though his heart was being all stuffed up. It had already been a long time since that languid feeling that was reached after the peak had disappeared.

“You don’t even have to—”

He couldn’t finish his words at all. His throat was absolutely tense. He could only stare into her eyes as if he was utterly possessed.

People could actually get this lovely. No matter how good he tried to be, he could never beat her at all. She was always one step ahead of him and she would gift him something unexpected without fail.

There was no other meaning at all. She didn’t even try to disguise it with some pretty little words. Her small voice was calm yet very sincere.

And she always did—even from the moment they had first met with each other. She only faced him with her feelings of sheer honesty. From the time when he had encountered her on that cold terrace, it had already been an irrevocable moment.

Especially for Raven, who had not only melted into her own while being in front of her, he had also fallen into the depths of familiarity of her body odor. Thus making him no longer able to recall his life from before.

“Me, too.”

A trembling voice, albeit slightly, resonated throughout the bathroom.

“I love you too, Molitia. I love you—only you—the most in this whole wide world.”

Molitia’s eyes grew bigger at his words. How could those words that had winded up at the tip of his tongue be this sweet? She felt like she was waking up to the senses which she had never known of before.

“When I’m with you, I can actually look forward to the next day. I can at least dwell on my past and I truly understand what it feels like to recall those memories back in the day.”

Raven’s tone of voice was both calm yet passionate. The water in the bathroom had already started to get slightly mixed. Raven incessantly kept his eyes on Molitiams face as he spoke. His fierce eyes were grabbing a hold of hers.

“It’s all thanks to you, Molitia.”

His words had softly caressed her cheek. He cut through that sweaty, damp hair before embracing her well covered back.

“I love you.”

His forehead touched hers. The flowing locks of black hair fluttered right in front of her.

“I love you, Molitia.”

“Ah……”

A heave of sigh immediately broke out.

“I, that’s—Raven, me too……”

I love you too—was what she should have said, but her mouth wasn’t even working that easily. Expectations and listening to oneself in reality were different. There was such a clear contrast to them.