As he struck deep against the mouth of her cervix and drew back, her inner walls clung to him, writhing as if to hold him fast—begging him not to withdraw, but to plunge deeper still.
Silas let out a low, deeply satisfied laugh.
“I used to wonder why I ever married,” he murmured, “but it seems I truly enjoy doing this with you.”
“Nhhk…! Hm!”
“Or is there another reason?”
She had no breath left to offer a reason. Rachel whimpered in pleasure, her head tossing weakly. Silas only picked up his pace, driving into her with greater force.
Instinctively, Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. A fine tremor ran through her spine as her body tightened and yielded around him, rapidly succumbing to the heat he commanded.
The broad head of his cock gathered the slick moisture inside her, forcing the excess to spill out over her thighs and soak into the sheets.
“Haa… You’re squeezing so tight. Do you have any idea? You’re clenching as if you mean to snap me in two.”
“Ngh… ah, ah! Th-this… is wrong… ugh!”
Rachel had never known a sensation like this—neither in this life after her transmigration, nor in the one before.
She had not even known such pleasure was possible. With every deep plunge and draw of his body, a sudden fire flared within her, cooled only by the chill air against her skin.
Every sensation, where the searing heat felt so agonizingly sweet, was utterly intoxicating.
“I’ll take that to mean ‘good.’”
Silas leaned down and buried his face in her neck. As he exhaled heavily, his low chuckle felt branded into her skin.
He brought the full weight of his hips down against her, pinning her lower body, and a deeper wave of ecstasy broke over her. Each time he struck her most sensitive points, Rachel’s ragged breaths turned wild.
Her entire being seemed to dissolve in the heat. The low, guttural moans vibrating in his throat rendered her even more defenseless.
Her mind was growing hazy, yet every physical detail felt razor-sharp. She tried to cling to her sanity, to endure, but it was impossible to withstand the rapturous force crashing over her.
“Hahhk…! Ah…! Stop… please…!”
His movements grew faster, harder. Rachel’s fingers turned white where she gripped the bedsheets, and her body, unable to bear the strain any longer, began to convulse down to her toes. A sudden, violent release erupted from deep within, cascading through her limbs.
Overwhelmed by a sensation far greater than anything she had ever known, her thoughts scattered completely. Yet Silas did not pause.
“Why? Did you think I’d stop just because you asked?”
With a faint, unbothered smile, he maintained his relentless rhythm. Her internal muscles, still trembling from her climax, twitched and gripped him greedily.
“Look at your face… you’re practically melting, and you’re still holding onto me this tight. You aren’t very convincing.”
He had no intention of stopping anyway.
Rachel’s moans broke into breathless gasps. She writhed, trying to escape the unbearable sweet agony, but Silas easily controlled her, pulling her flush against his chest and locking her within his arms.
“Are you really going to have all the fun and then run away?”
“Hah, ahk…! Aaaah…! Ah!”
Her mind went completely blank. Trapped in his embrace, with nowhere to retreat, she could only take the waves of pleasure as they crashed over her again and again.
Even as she fought to draw breath, the intensity mounted, leaving her uncertain whether her body was dissolving or floating entirely away.
Silas drove into the small frame he held, his strokes harsh and precise. He sought out the exact points where her walls gripped him tightest, crushing against them until she reached climax after climax. He showed no mercy, ravishing her over and over until she was entirely spent.
“Ah…!”
He plunged deep one last time, driving into her most hidden depths while she lay suspended in ecstasy, unable to utter a sound. The act, which had felt endless, finally drew to a close as he stilled, releasing a heavy, ragged breath.
His thick thighs tensed, and a sudden, hot tide surged from him, filling her inside.
Is it over…?
Rachel had no strength left. Her limbs lay limp, completely drained by the raw sensation that had scorched every nerve ending, leaving her able only to gasp for air.
Silas slowly rose and withdrew. She could feel the warm fluid spilling out, trailing down her thighs. The man looked down at her, his eyes still dark with a lingering heat, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“I look forward to our future, honey.”
“…Yes.”
It seemed he wouldn't kill her right away. At the very least, he called her “honey” and touched her with a gentle, lingering hand.
Compared to when he held a knife and kept her locked in a cage, this was a vast improvement. Rachel let out a faint sigh of relief.
Am I safe? Can I actually call this 'safe'?
Whether from the sudden release of tension or pure physical exhaustion, her eyelids grew heavy. But the large hand that had been lightly tracing her skin suddenly clamped around her hip.
Without warning, he drove back inside her—right into the slick opening where his heat was still leaking out.
“Hahhk…! Wh-why…”
“We’ve only just reunited after so long. You didn’t think I’d be satisfied with just once, did you?”
Silas shattered her fleeting hope, lifting her easily into his arms. As he hoisted her onto his thighs, he buried himself even deeper than before.
It felt as though her very insides were being shifted, but only weak moans escaped her lips.
Strangely, despite her utter exhaustion, her body reacted on instinct, her lower muscles tensing to grip him as the warmth returned.
“Perhaps we really are husband and wife,” Silas chuckled softly, gripping her hips as he resumed his rhythm. “Seeing how much you want this, too.”
It was only the beginning of a very long night.