Chapter 34. Taking The Ice Knight’s Virginity! And Yes! Another Best Feeling Ever!**

Chapter 34: 34. Taking The Ice Knight’s Virginity! And Yes! Another Best Feeling Ever!**

The moment I withdrew, the spell of dominance shattered into a moment of pure, chaotic humanity. Laura immediately buckled, her body convulsing not from pleasure this time, but from the desperate need to breathe.

She scrambled to sit up, her movements clumsy and frantic, and her sudden shift caught me off balance. With a startled grunt, I tumbled sideways off her, landing on the mattress beside her.

"Cough! Hack! Pfffft!"

The sounds were undignified wet, choking noises as she fought to clear her airway. She leaned forward, hands braced against the sheets, coughing violently as she spat out the excess semen that had overflowed from her mouth.

White streaks splattered across the pillow and her own chin. She looked less like a fallen angel now and more like someone who had just survived a shipwreck.

But then, something caught my eye. Her expression shifted from panic to something almost... determined.

After she had cleared what she could, she scraped her palms along her chin and lips, gathering the remaining thick liquid into her hands.

With a defiant look, she brought her hands back to her mouth, scooping the last of it up and swallowing hard. I watched, mesmerized, as her throat worked convulsively, the bulge of the swallow visible in the pale column of her neck.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, took one more shuddering breath, and then turned to look at me.

The haze was gone.

The tears had dried.

And her eyes returned to that familiar, icy blue... the usual cold, disciplined stare of the Knight Lapisfield.

Then, she started hitting me.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"You... absolute... bastard!" she punctuated each word with a weak, frustrated fist to my chest. "You nearly killed me, Roland!"

"My throat feels like I swallowed molten steel!"

I couldn’t help it, and so... a low chuckle rumbled in my chest. "But you swallowed it all anyway, didn’t you?"

"S-shut up!" she snapped, though there was no real venom in it.

Her fists became slower and gentler, eventually just resting against my pectoral muscles. "You’re insane... Completely unhinged."

"Maybe," I murmured, reaching out to catch one of her hands. "But you didn’t stop me, though."

The teasing of the moment faded as quickly as it had come, replaced by a tension so thick it felt like physical pressure. We stared at each other, two warriors who had just survived a different kind of battlefield.

I saw the fire still burning in her eyes, the challenge beneath the irritation...

Yes... I knew that look.

She wasn’t done... Not by a long shot.

I moved slowly this time, giving her every chance to retreat, but she didn’t flinch. I leaned over her, gently guiding her back down until she was lying spread-eagle across the bed.

I crawled over her, settling between her thighs, but I didn’t press down hard. I placed both palms on either side of her head, framing her face, my thumbs tracing soft, reverent circles along her cheekbones.

"Laura," I whispered, my voice dropping to that intimate, gravelly register. "I want to go deeper..."

"I want to claim what’s left... Are you truly ready for this?"

I shifted my hips just slightly. My cock, still swollen and slick with her saliva, began to tease the sensitive entrance of her pussy.

The contrast was maddening... and the cool air of the room against the scorching heat of my cock as it brushed against her swollen folds.

I could feel her involuntary clench, the way her body instinctively prepared for the invasion.

Her breathing quickened. The coldness in her eyes melted into something molten and something hungry.

She reached up, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my face down until our noses touched.

"Don’t you dare hold back now, Roland," she challenged, her voice a low, dangerous purr that promised violence and ecstasy in equal measure. "You’ve already shown me how you play..."

"Don’t you dare go gentle on me now... Break me properly."

A grin spread across my face, the grin of a predator who had been given permission to hunt. "As you wish, my knight."

The challenge in her eyes was the final spark needed to ignite the powder keg. Laura didn’t wait for me to take the initiative because she reached up, her arms wrapping around my neck with surprising strength, pulling me down until our bodies were fused.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, anchoring herself as if she expected a storm to break and she was right.

I positioned myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock slick with her own arousal and the remnants of her saliva.

"This is it, Laura," I breathed against her lips. "This is where you truly become mine..."

I began to push. Doing it slowly because I want to feel the walls of her virgin pussy...

"Ahhh... hnnnngh..." The first inch was a shock to her system.

Her eyes flew wide, her pupils dilating as her body struggled to accommodate the sheer thickness of me. Unlike the throat-choking violation earlier, this was a different kind of invasion, one that felt like it was rewriting her very anatomy.

Her hips bucked upward instinctively, seeking to close the distance even as her muscles spasmed in resistance.

"Oh god... Roland... it’s so... big..." she whimpered, her voice breaking.

Her face was a mask of exquisite torment, her eyebrows furrowed, her lips parted in a silent gasp. The vulnerability was staggering.

I didn’t stop... I kept pushing, centimeter by agonizing centimeter, feeling her walls stretch and grip around me like living velvet while also managing to break her hymen with blood slowly coming out from her pussy.

I watched her reaction intently, the way her throat worked as she swallowed hard, and also the way her thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Then, with one powerful, controlled thrust, I drove home.

PLAAPPP~!

I buried myself to the absolute limit, my cock bottoming out against her cervix, claiming the deepest sanctum of her body.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" She screamed while I screamed with pleasure. "Ahhhhhhh~! Fuckkkkkk~!"

A scream tore from her lungs, raw and unbridled. Her head snapped back against the pillow, her spine arching so violently I thought it might break.

Her mouth fell open, her tongue lolling out helplessly as she lost all control over her vocal cords.

For several seconds, she couldn’t even breathe... all she could do is only exist in that moment of pure, overwhelming fullness.

I froze, holding myself deep inside her, waiting for the aftershocks to subside.

"Laura?" I whispered, my voice thick with concern. "Are you alright? I... I went too far."

She lay there for a moment, chest heaving, eyes glazed and unfocused. But then, the knight returned.

The stubbornness I had seen earlier flared up in her gaze. She didn’t pull away.

Instead, she tightened her grip on my neck, pulling me closer until our sweaty, slick bodies pressed together.

"Don’t you dare... stop," she gasped out, her voice hoarse and demanding. "Don’t you dare apologize for taking what you asked for..."

"Do it again... Harder."

That was all the permission I needed.

The last shred of restraint snapped.

I braced myself, planting both palms flat against the bedsheets on either side of her head. This gave me the leverage to transform from a lover into a force of nature.

I began to pound into her.

Plap... plap... plap...

At first, it was slow, deliberate thrusts designed to maximize the friction, each stroke making her whimper and cry out.

"Nngh... ahh... yes... right there!"

But the rhythm couldn’t stay slow for long. The heat between us was escalating into something volcanic.

I accelerated. The slow grinding turned into a relentless, rhythmic pounding.

Thwack. Slap. Thwack. Slap.

The sound of our flesh colliding echoed through the room, punctuated by the wet, squelching sounds of my cock sliding through her drenched folds.

"OHHHH! Roland! Roland, please!" she screamed, her voice rising in pitch as the pleasure became too much to bear.

Her hands, which had been holding my neck, slid down to my back and shoulders, her nails digging furrows into my skin as she clung to me for dear life.

I watched her face as I drove harder and faster. Her expression was one of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, a beautiful, broken wreck of a woman who had found her salvation in surrender.

Every time I hit that deep spot, her entire body would convulse, her hips stuttering against mine.

’I want to shatter her,’ I thought, my own breathing becoming as ragged as hers. ’I want to drive every thought from her mind until there is nothing left but the feeling of me inside her!!!’

"Look at me, Laura!" I commanded through gritted teeth, my hips moving like a piston. "Look at what you’re doing to me!"

She opened her eyes, those blue irises swimming with tears and lust, and she met my gaze.

In that moment, there was no knight, no soldier, and no duty...

There were only two bodies, two souls, colliding in a desperate, beautiful violence of passion.

The faster I moved, the louder she screamed, her cries echoing off the walls as we raced toward the edge of oblivion together.

And this is another best sex of my life, but I’m far from done!