Chapter 153: To Have All of Him [R-18]

Seojin’s thighs clamped hard around Rio’s sides.

She no longer tried to lift her hips or push him away. She simply wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him desperately whenever her legs threatened to give out.

“Haah…!”

Rio lowered himself to lightly bite her earlobe, then pushed deep inside her again, pressing against her inner walls.

“Ugh…! Ah, that…! Just now… again, that spot… don’t,”

The impact seemed to reverberate through her entire body, and she instinctively squeezed her legs tighter. It only spurred Rio on. He thrust once, creating a heavy friction.

“Hah, you like this?”

“Nngh… I don’t know…”

Seojin turned her head away in shame, trying to cover his mouth with her hand. Rio caught it, lacing their fingers together and pinning it down.

“You’re so wet right now, clinging to me like you can’t bear to be apart.”

He loved how her embarrassment made her dishonest.

Squelch.

He moved his hips again, and a wet sound cut through the space between them.

Seojin squeezed her eyes shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her body, her insides, felt exquisitely sensitive, coiling tight. The tingling prelude to another orgasm was already prickling its way toward her.

“…Haah… No, if I come again… I don’t think I can take it…”

“You can. You know you can,” Rio whispered, his tone absolute. This time, he wrapped his arms around her waist and drove into her.

Thrust—

“Aah…!!! Haah… Nngh, no, I can’t…!”

The explosive sensation made Seojin’s lips tremble, and she bit down hard on Rio’s shoulder.

Pleasure shot up her spine, sending shudders through her entire body. With her head bowed and eyes squeezed shut, she was the very picture of a woman lost in climax.

Even that brief stimulus was a sweet confirmation for Rio that she was here, with him.

He knew the bite mark on his bloodless shoulder might fester a little, but he smiled nonetheless.

“……Kang Seojin.”

Rio let out a low, heavy breath.

The corners of his mouth were turned up in a faint, almost disbelieving smile, but it couldn’t hide the raw heat burning within him.

“Shit. Is there really no way you can skip tomorrow?”

The skin of her waist, pinned beneath him, trembled.

The insides that clung to him so tenaciously were hotter than water, and Seojin pretended not to notice, burying her face and letting out nothing but shaky breaths.

“I need you more… I want you desperately.”

With those words, instead of thrusting, he began to slowly grind his hips, pressing against her womb with a deeper, more intimate pressure.

His voice was a strange mixture of playfulness and obsession, steeped in the resolve to give her no room to escape.

Seojin couldn’t say a word, only hold him tighter.

Her flushed cheeks were reeling from the primal pleasure of sex, from his voice, and most of all, from the fiery love of this very moment.

He didn’t resume his thrusts.

He just kept grinding, pressing his cock against her hottest point. He pinned her down, rocking as if to soothe her, yet tormenting her insides as they clenched around him.

“……Rio.”

Her voice was a muffled mess, her body and mind trembling on the verge of collapse from the stimulation that only teased and never satisfied.

“When you only move like that… it’s too… strange…”

Finally, Seojin begged him.

Lifting her hips slightly, she rocked her own pelvis, trying to draw him deeper between her parted thighs.

“Please, fuck me… deep inside…!”

In her desperate eyes was an emotion deeper than pleasure. A mixture of submission, loyalty, and love was laid bare for him to see.

And when she begged him like that… Rio lifted his head, the corners of his lips curling upward.

“…Ah, my adorable puppy.”

Rio grinned, then with a twitch of his hips—he drove the cock that had been buried inside her all the way in.

“Haah…!”

He was so deep it left a hollow feeling in her mouth.

The slow, torturous grinding instantly transformed into a powerful thrust that drove him to the hilt.

The sheer weight of a man’s flesh filling her womb was a presence in itself, and Seojin arched her back further to receive it.

A hot stimulus spread through her lower belly.

She was thoroughly soaked, and the sound of water and wet flesh slapping together echoed in the small space.

He thrust deep, pounding against her tightening walls again and again. Each time, Seojin nearly cried out, clamping a hand over her mouth and stifling her breaths as she clawed at his shoulders.

“Ngh… Ugh, mm… Haah… Rio…!”

But that too was brief. Rio used one hand to lift her thigh, prying her open even wider. The moment he opened the clenching passage completely, Seojin couldn’t bear it any longer, her voice trembling as she pleaded for more.

“…It feels so good, more, do it rougher, please, ngh!”

The corners of her eyes red, Seojin wrapped her arms around his waist, her lips trembling as she continued to convey her love for him.

“Deeper… harder, please… please…”

Without thinking, she pushed her hips up once, twice. It was a blatant, desperate invitation, begging him to move.

“Haah…”

Rio lifted his head, panting.

“Who told you to beg so cutely?”

Then he pulled her waist firmly toward him.

He slid his arms under her thighs, guiding her to turn over onto her stomach. As soon as she was flipped over, he shamelessly grabbed her hips and straightened his back.

“Rio… Aahk…”

“You said you wanted it deeper.”

His hand rested on the small of her back as that hard thing prepared to enter her from between her buttocks.

And then—

“Haah…!”

He thrust into her from behind in a single motion.

Her hips shot up from the impact. Bracing herself on her arms, Seojin bucked her hips to meet him.

Matching his rhythm, she pushed her ass back against him, letting out shameless noises.

“Aah… Hngh, Rio… I, it feels good… More… give me more, heh… please…!”

Relentless pleasure. And from behind, a deep intimacy and a powerful rhythm.

Beneath the bed, the jewelry she cherished lay scattered in a mess, but in this moment, Seojin’s world contained only one thing.

This man, who wanted her to the point of tearing her apart, who loved her by biting her down to the very end.

“Eh, hngh…!”

She tried to look at him, but her eyes rolled back and her head tilted up as the wetness leaking from her only increased.

“You’ve been holding back… haven’t you?”

His voice, heard over her ragged breaths, was low and thick. It was laced with both guilt for having tormented her and the instinct to completely break her down.

“Then, let’s go together. Seojin.”

Thrust—He drove deep into her waist.

Rio’s stomach pressed against her hips, and an undeniable climax rushed over them both at once.

“Haaaaah…!!”

Her waist was lifted high in his hands, and her insides clenched tightly around the heat of the man who continued to pound into her.

In the explosive sensation of a body about to burst, Seojin grasped his hands, wishing to become even more one with him.

“I love you… Rio… I love you, aaah…”

Between gasping breaths, over and over. As if she couldn’t bear it unless she poured the words out, Seojin kept repeating them.

“I love you… only you… always…”

Rio, his arms wrapped around her waist, pressed her chest against him from behind.

In the water, on the bed. In this hot, midnight coupling, a tangle of rough breaths, sweat, and the feeling of wet skin—

“I love you too, Kang Seojin…!”

He finally answered.

His words were nearly lost in his panting breath, a whisper that lingered only at her ear, but they made Seojin’s heart pound. She closed her eyes, held tight in his arms.

Finally, she felt like he was truly hers.

* * *

“You’re not going to sleep before you go?”

It wasn’t just once. During their continued lovemaking, Rio squinted up at Seojin.

Atop his slick, wet thighs, Seojin was straddling him, panting as she rode him, swallowing him deeply up and down.

“Haang… Unh… Hnngh…”

Her once-proper speech was gone, replaced by whimpering breaths and sweat-soaked hair. It was a testament to how broken she had become, accepting only Rio.

Seojin nodded in response to his question. Nod, nod.

“What if you collapse somewhere without me…”

Even as Rio worried, Seojin’s palm came to rest on his chest.

She pressed her hips down even deeper. With a wet squelch, she gripped his insides tighter.

“Nngh, aah…! I’ll try… to hold on…”

“If you think you can’t, call me right away. I’ll come get you. I’ll be nearby…”

At his words, Seojin slowly lowered her body onto his chest.

“Okay…♡”

A man who cared for her this much—she would never find another one like him anywhere in the world.

Her lips brushed his jaw, and her hips never stopped their rocking motion above him.

“Then let’s… keep going like this… until morning…”

She whispered.

How many times had she climaxed? How many times had she taken his seed? Breathing heavily with exhaustion, Seojin collapsed onto Rio’s chest as if fainting.

As her feverish body slowly cooled against his, she whispered into his embrace.

“Rio… are you sleeping…?”

“No.”

Seojin chuckled lightly at his immediate reply, then continued cautiously.

“…You know, that thing… can you do it for me?”

“What?”

When Rio asked, Seojin buried her face deeper into his chest. Then, in a voice that was barely a whisper, she said,

“Merry Christmas… I want to hear it in your voice…”

Christmas had already passed a day ago, and the clock hands were ticking past midnight into the early morning, but Seojin still wanted to linger in that moment.

Rio wrapped his arms around her waist like a vine. His hand, which had been stroking her wet, waist-length hair, didn’t stop.

“Haha, you’re funny, Kang Seojin.”

His low voice tickled her ear, settling down very quietly.

“Merry Christmas.”

With his words came a kiss, placed upon her hair.

Seojin closed her eyes with a small sense of relief. Maybe next Christmas, and the one after that… she would be able to hear it in this man’s voice.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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