I Don't Want To Be Loved

Chapter 130: Tight and Clamp Flesh (19)

A moment later Igor parted his lips with hers and stared into her soulful eyes. Rihannan’s cheeks were wet with dews of raindrops; her silver eyelids were stained with damp droplets as well.

Her appearance, god it mesmerized him, enough to have anyone become addicted to her charms.

The face she made as she breathed heavily, glossy lips parted open, and her screams of ecstasy brought him a sense of euphoria.

“Rihannan… Rihannan…”

He wanted her—badly.

His laden gaze did not let off her. How badly he needed her, needed to devour her; to put her in the ecstatic trance that drew him like a magnet to her in the first place. He needed to taste the flesh of this irresistible creature.

She wasn’t completely used to the feeling of him touching the depths of her inside that she winced slightly.

“Relax your body. Remember when did it last time?”

“Ah… y-yes…” Rihannan nodded a little too enthusiastic.

Igor chuckled and kissed her forehead.

“Now, wrap your legs around me.”

He grabbed her legs and helped her wrap it around his waist. Rihannan completed the wrapping, her long, slender legs locking him tightly.

Her flesh-like petals tightened and clamped down on him; Igor let out a small gasp of air. God… what were her organs made out of? It was so tight, so sweet, so juicy, so gratifying that he could barely hold back submitting to his lustful greed of pushing deeper into her depths.

He rested his two arms next to her head, not forgetting to groan.

He had moved a bit too hurriedly their first night, causing her to ache painfully. Should he do the same this round as well, she’ll end up despising their pleasure-filled night.

Igor moved his hips slowly, filling her insides then letting it breathe as he pulled out. The process repeated again and again.

All the while, his gaze stayed on her face.

Rihannan didn’t avoid him either and gazed back, icy-blue eyes shimmering. It was their first time like this—concentrating on nothing but their soulful eyes deepened their connection.

Igor leaned forward and smothered her lips, his shaft impaling her garden in and out. Rihannan let out a small, incoherent sigh.

Her flower trembled.

As his movements grew frantic and quickened, her eyes became hazy, and soon, a loud moan leaked out, gasping for air and whimpering. The sound made was not one of pain but of ecstasy.

“Ah… Igor…”

Igor pounded her, ravaged her, impaled her. Rihannan’s head bent backward. Her moans gradually heightened to a higher pitch, body shaking and trembling visibly.

His manhood swelled and grew bigger; his one hand grabbed her soft, plumpy buttocks and gave it a gentle squeeze.

As the pleasure-filled ecstasy reached near climax, blood pounded his head as well as his groin.

His thoughts became distant and he remembered what she had told him moments ago.

“You need not bind yourself to me and lose your freedom in the process. I do not mind if you have another woman you hold in your embrace during our marriage. You’re free to embrace her as much as you want without consideration of how I will feel… I’ll be fine.”

Her unreasonable words angered him. Just when he thought their relationship deepened and grew closer, she showed him a face of coldness. It felt unfair to him. He knew what she meant but it made him anxious and pressed to make some kind of action—anything but staying still. The only thoughts he had to numb the anxiety was to push himself inside her.

And then…

“I have different thoughts from my father. For me, Your Majesty, you’re the only thing that fills my mind, so please, cast aside Rihannan and embrace me instead.”

The face of a woman smiling cunningly with red lips and vibrant red hair entered his mind. She was his wife’s sister—the woman greedy for everything Rihannan had. In the end, the greed of all those around her and Leticia caused her death.

Igor bit his lower lips. A wave of uncontrollable burning anger raged from within remembering the request that woman had given him, the woman who was the cause of Rihannnan’s death and poisoning to which she did not hesitate.

Her death drowned him in the abysmal abyss and lived a life of hellish torture he could never escape from till he was given the second chance.

“Rihannan, you allowed me to embrace you, hold you,” Igor whispered in her ear and planted a gentle kiss. “So I’ll do whatever I wish to do to you today. Prepare yourself.”