Moon Lovers: Bound by Blood and Revenge

Chapter 64 Rough Or Sweet Punishment [ R18 ]

"D-Don't… stop," she pleaded.

He twisted his wrist, trying to find her sensitive spot as he continued pumping his fingers inside her.

"Tell me those words… my Lady," Kira sensually whispered, his teeth grazing her earlobe and she could feel his breath hot against her neck.

Marceline's hand clutched tightly on his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.

"I-I… want you…" she moaned.

Kira rejoiced inwardly as he could see the desire in Marceline's emerald eyes. Yes! He could tell that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Yeah, it sounded too ironic. He knew that he wanted her but he refused to believe in her so-called mate bond. He didn't want to acknowledge it.

His mouth licked her collarbones, his tongue swirling on the surface of her skin as if he was wiping the droplets of water on it.

"Do you hate me?" Kira asked her again, squeezing her right breast.

Marceline squirmed as she shook her head. "NO! I don't… hate you."

"Good girl," said he, smirking playfully at her.

"But I'm upset with you," she added, making Kira pause for a moment.

He lifted his head, looking at her helplessly. 'This woman… is so hard to please sometimes, bearing a grudge for so long.'

"Don't be upset, my Lady. I'm going to satisfy you to make it up for you."

After saying that, Kira captured her lips, kissing her passionately.

As their tongues intertwined and tasted each other, Marceline pressed herself against his sturdy build desperately, conveying her need. She wanted more. Luckily, he understood her message right away.

Kira increased the pace of his fingers that were thrusting in and out of her cave. His movements became faster and violent, making her moan in between their kisses.

The tingling sensation rose from her core, going up along her spine and spreading throughout her body. More liquid flowed down from her womb, soaking her nether regions.

A series of moans and whimpers came out of her mouth uncontrollably as Kira continued to poke her sensitive spots inside her core. She could feel her orgasm building up.

The wave of pleasure tightened inside her core and lower abdomen as if she was going to explode. Soon, her climax reached its peak, throwing her head back while holding onto him tightly.

Her legs fell limp as she staggered to maintain her footing. Fortunately, Kira was there, holding her in place. She leaned her head on his shoulder. He could feel the up and down movement of her chest and her breathing was ragged.

"Are you satisfied now, my Lady? Not upset anymore?" He softly asked her, rubbing her flawless back.

"You shameless vamps! Do you think you can bribe me with this? And why do I have to get punished?" Marceline hit his chest while complaining.

Kira arched his eyebrow in amusement and playfully said, "I guess my performance is still lacking that you are not yet satisfied."

Before Marceline could react, she just found herself being lifted as he made her legs wrap around his hips. His hands were holding her waist, sliding down her plump buttocks.

Marceline's eyes widened in surprise. She gasped at the feel of his hardened bulge poking her. Kira's pajama pants were already wet as they were under the dripping shower.

The wet fabric of his pajama pants along with his hard throbbing member gave her a wonderful sensation as he pressed her body further into him.

Using his arms, he started grinding her against him. Her hot core could feel his hardness making her moan in overwhelming pleasure. The friction of their bodies was drowning her in ecstasy.

The pleasant sensation shot through her, spreading fast from her core to her entire body. With every stroke and contact of their private parts, Kira couldn't help but let out a soft groan. It felt so amazing that he couldn't control himself from grinding her further against his body, faster and rougher.

Marceline's moans were also getting louder and louder as the pleasure was becoming more intense. All she could do was let go and feel him as she enjoyed this moment.

With the continuous grinding, Kira and Marceline reached their climax together. Both were satisfied.

Kira just let her rest in his arms before they continued showering together. When they were done, he carried her out of her bathroom and placed her down on her bed.

Kira left her room to go to his own room. He would put his clothes on and prepare for today's work. Marceline also did the same as she wore her corporate dress, fixing herself in the mirror.

"Damn! I think I'm gonna be late today. Blame Kira for this," Marceline lamented, checking her neck.

She chose to wear a turtleneck blouse today to hide the love bites Kira left on her neck and shoulders. Her face reddened as she recalled how Kira became so bold and intense today.

"What was that punishment he was talking about?" Marceline mused to herself.

She was done applying her makeup when Kira knocked on her door.

"Come in," she simply said, glancing at the door.

Kira entered her room, wearing his black bodyguard suit. As usual, he looked so stunning and gorgeous that Marceline couldn't help but admire his good looks. But she concealed it from him.

"Mr. Alaric, what happened last night? Why did you break my window?" Marceline confronted him instantly to divert her attention. Kira's charm was too hard to ignore so she needed to distract herself.

Meanwhile, Kira was dumbfounded after hearing her accusation. He didn't break her window. It was her doing!

"You did that! Not me," Kira retorted, defending himself.

Marceline arched her eyebrow, "I did that?"

Kira bobbed his head. "Yes! That's why you deserve some punishment. You left the mansion at dawn and went to the forest. I searched for you for several hours, feeling anxious and worried."

Marceline's jaw dropped. This made sense. No wonder her body was aching and she didn't remember what happened. It turned out she blacked out again and her mysterious illness acted out.

Then she glanced at her broken window while biting her lower lip. 'Gosh, I don't know why but I find it funny. If Kira is a door breaker then I am a window breaker.'

In the past, Marceline had broken several windows every time she would lose herself and her wolf would take over her body.