I Don't Want To Be Loved

Chapter 129: May I Kiss You? (19)

Rihannan fluttered her eyes downwards—her strength had left her.

Igor won’t ever fully understand the deeper intricacies of her words and what it meant when she muttered of never wanting to become miserable. He was not the man of the past. Divulging her secrets would only confuse Igor and send him to the spiral unknown. He’ll never understand the feelings of man experiencing things that have yet begun.

She pondered, wondering how to respond should he return with another question when he grabbed her chin and looked in her oceanic eyes.

“Next time, do this as well,” Igor said.

“What…? What do you mean by—”

“Explain to me the situation first like this. Don’t just jump to conclusions like that, or else I won’t know what you’re thinking.” Igor lightly wiped her cheek wet with dewdrops. “And I want to make this clear, Rihannan. For as long as you’re my wife, I’ll never embrace another woman. Not now and not ever.”

Rihannan fumbled and watched him, the look in her eyes expressed one of surprise and the unforeseen she did not expect Igor to say.

“So…” Igor trailed, “please don’t say things like that again. It’ll only hurt the both of us. Okay?”

He strongly emphasized and Rihannan quickly nodded.

Later on, when her mind was clear and had the time to think, she’d find the blunder in her mistake and that it was the best solution. She won’t need to worry and she could let out her thoughts to Igor.

And with the case settled, Igor’s menacing wrath subsided and Rihannan sighed in relief, only realizing the state she was in. She was naked—completely so and wrapped in nothing but a cocoon of blanket.

She needed to dress, she thought and hurriedly moved away from him, but she had troubles. She was stuck and instead lost her center of balance and fell forward, smacking her forehead into Igor’s face.

“Ah! I’m sorry!” Rihannan apologized.

Her hand felt something hard touching her. It was Igor’s manhood. It wiggles from behind the bedsheet and revealed it’s mighty existence to her.

“….”

Her cheeks blushed red.

Right.

It was only moments ago that she was pushed up to the wall and nearly proceeded the deed.

As she wiggled her body, Igor bit down his teeth and rolled his lips together. “Rihannan, stay still… if you keep moving like that…”

He grabbed and pulled on Rihannan’s shoulder, their eyes connecting. His purple eyes were dark and overflowed with lust. He longed to swallow her whole again, push her up against the wall and drown in pleasure.

Rihannan endured just lustful eyes, her breath hitching.

“…May I kiss your lips?”

Hearing his sudden words, her eyes widened. Till now Igor had stolen losses from her lips whenever he pleased. It was suspicious that he act like this, but she remembered his words, remembered his apologies for laying a hand on her without permission.

“Yes.”

She nodded, allowing Igor to touch her as he liked. Igor gasped and locked lips with hers. He tangled his fingers into her hair and gripped it tightly as he locked her soft lips endearingly.

Her mouth opened naturally to his advanced and his tongue coiled around hers more aggressively than ever and sucked her sweet, delicate tongue.

Their breaths and saliva coagulated that it became hard to distinguish.

Rihannan found herself lying on her back. Surprisingly, it was she who longed for his touch and wished for him to enter her body and fill her up completely with all of him.

Igor smiled and climbed on top of her and groped her mountainous peaks endlessly. He left kisses around her body, not forgetting to pull the blanket off her. His lips kissed her nape, down to her belly button, then further down the sensual treasure trove garden he loved.

Rihannan’s hips lifted from his unexpected touch and shivered strongly.

“W-what are you doing?!”

Igor licked his lips and reached onto the little erect cl*t below. Rihannan tried to pull herself away and grabbed his hair, but he gripped her ankles and pushed her flower closer to his face.

He inhaled a scent and sighed pleasantly.

“Stay still.”

His tongue soon devoured her flower. The flower immediately bloomed and moistened, producing sweet, juicy nectars.

He ate her like a soulful meditation—one peaceful and light and slowly moving deeper in trance, deeper inside her flesh.

Her mind emptied from her lover’s tongue that opened her locked pleasure box.

“Ahh…”

Her back arched automatically. She had tried to stop him however she could and pulled his hair, but it only brought his tongue deeper inside her tightened, coiled flesh.

Her moist nectar slid down her shapely legs—body shook with electrifying energy as he devoured her from cl*t to c*nt. She had trouble handling her emotions and muffled moans that she rustled his hair and gripped it tight, causing Igor to push deeper and flick his tongue faster.

“N-no… stop!”

Rihannan let out an unrestricted moan, his tongue sucking and swirling upon her helpless flower. He continued volleys of licks, nearly stopping her breath, while his hands clamped onto her outer thigh, ensuring her flower was locked to his skillful tongue.

Sensing that she could take no more, he quickened his pace, licking her softly with hyperspeed. In seconds, spasms after spasms rocked her body with overwhelming rapture; soft fluidy juice burst out of her.

Strength left her body and she fell straight to the bed.

She breathed heavily and Igor gulped down her juicy nectar with a smile on his wet lips.

“I have to do this so you won’t feel pain.”

He slid out from under her and climbed to her again, enveloping her body with his. He delighted feeling the aftershocks continue to affect her—body shaking and all.

He bit her nape and lightly gnawing on her ear before moving up to her lips and kissing it lewdly.