She couldn’t believe how much pleasure she felt from his caresses—he simply stroked her entire body with his hands and kissed every corner of her body.

Her stomach tightened, and a tingling sensation spread within her. The wetness flowing between her legs soaked her undergarments stickily.

He repeatedly returned to her lips while caressing her body in various places. When he slipped his tongue between her slightly parted lips, her tongue responded.

Her flushed expression and heavy breathing excited him.

While kissing her, his hand swept down her abdomen.

Further down, until he reached her hidden spring. His hand entered her undergarments, parting the soft hair and probing the slit. And there, his fingertips felt a warm, slick fluid.

He couldn’t stand it any longer.

He was still wearing his underwear, the last thread of control. The bulge pushing against the fabric of his underwear screamed for release.

He pulled down her undergarments.

He also lifted her chemise over her shoulders.

Finally, he removed his drawers.

His confined manhood sprang free.

The tip of his aroused pillar was slick with moisture.

He positioned himself above her, sprawled on the bed.

He leaned down.

Bending his arms on either side of her face, their bare chests touched.

He kissed her again.

Their lips locked and breaths mingled, but it was not a forceful kiss.

He peppered her lips with light kisses and then kissed various places on her face—a gentle caress.

“Hah…”

Cecilia exhaled softly.

She felt as if she were laid on a heated stone, glowing hot. It was a different kind of fever than one caused by illness.

He lifted his upper body.

Feeling the loss of his warmth, Cecilia felt empty. She didn’t want to be apart from him.

His hand stroked down her waist and grasped her thigh, lifting her hips slightly.

Her legs spread apart.

And here, he positioned himself between them.

Holding his manhood, he carefully aligned it with the small opening between her legs.

He doubted it could fit through the tiny gap.

The moment the tip entered her wet slit, he gritted his teeth.

He steadied his breathing.

His mind was boiling over.

His body and mind were consumed by intense desire.

He pushed in with force—he managed to insert just the tip, but felt resistance.

“Ah!”

Cecilia screamed.

He halted immediately.

She blinked, staring into the darkness.

It wasn’t excruciating pain, more like a shock from the foreign sensation.

‘It’s not that painful.’

She couldn’t see below herself.

Even if she could, it would have been too dark to see.

She thought he had almost fully entered.

“Just a moment, stay still…”

Cecilia took a deep breath.

The mild pain quickly subsided.

She was ready.

And she whispered,

“It’s okay. Keep going. Quickly.”

He obeyed her command faithfully.

He thrust powerfully, entering her in one go.

“Ah!”

“Ugh.”

A scream and a soft groan mixed together.

Only the sound of their breathing filled the room, now completely joined as one.

‘This feels strange.’

Cecilia gasped, thinking.

Despite the lengthy foreplay that had left her body completely relaxed, her body still felt pain, yet there was a tingling pleasure within it.

It was uncomfortable, yet pleasing.

‘What is this feeling?’

It was a strange sensation, different from pain or pleasure.

It was an odd feeling of fullness inside her lower abdomen.

Russell opened his eyes, which he had squeezed shut.

Feeling himself enveloped by her hot, moist inner walls, he shuddered.

It felt as if just staying still would make sweetness swirl in his mouth.

But his instincts told him—move for more intense pleasure.

He licked his lips slowly, pulling his hips back.

Her short scream was heard, but this time, he didn’t stop.

No, he couldn’t stop.

Breathing deeply with only the tip inside, he thrust deeply, slicing through her flesh.