“Hahhk!”
Silas drove into her once more, his massive length forcing open her delicate body. Even with just the broad glans passing her narrow threshold, the sheer intensity of the fit sent a shuddering, preliminary climax through Rachel.
Tormented throughout the long night, her body now yielded to him instantly, slicked and completely open. Her inner walls quivered and tightened with every inch of his blunt head dragging over her sensitive folds.
“H-honey… Ugh, p-please… hahk!”
“Please, what?”
Silas drew back with excruciating slowness, then plunged home in one continuous stroke. The impact against her cervix sent a tremor straight to her jaw. The pleasure was so agonizingly acute she couldn't even form a moan.
She trembled violently, her breathing shattered, unable to finish her plea. Silas didn't wait; he simply resumed his relentless, punishing rhythm.
Aheuk… How did it ever come to this?
Rachel couldn't fathom how her desperate bids for freedom had collapsed into this endless night. All she had wanted was to escape. She had tried to slip away while he slept, but every attempt failed.
She had set early morning alarms, but often the sex raged on straight past the scheduled hour. Other times, Silas—an impossibly light sleeper—would disarm her alarm before she even touched it, casually instructing her to go back to sleep.
When did he even sleep? Every night, he used her body until she blacked out from exhaustion. Yet whenever she managed to pry her heavy eyelids open in the morning, he was already awake, watching her.
‘You’re up early?’
Each morning, realization struck with a heavy sigh: she had failed again. Did he ever sleep at all?
She had considered simply closing her eyes and pretending to sleep, but Silas never allowed her that luxury.
‘Did I go too easy on you last night?’ ‘No! Of course not!’
She would wave her hands in frantic denial, but Silas was never asking for her consent. He was merely declaring his next move—a quiet, ominous warning of what was to come.
‘If not, there’s no reason for you to be up so early, is there?’
Rachel, who hadn't slept properly in days, reflexively squeezed her thighs together against the memory, but Silas forced them apart with a single, effortless shove.
The sex that had begun the moment she opened her eyes had carried on endlessly, stretching far into the afternoon.
“Hahhk…! Nhhah… Ahk!”
“Look at this. Can you feel how far inside you I am?”
Rachel lost whatever remained of her composure as his low, rumbling voice rasped in her ear. Silas locked his hands onto her waist and accelerated his pace.
He pulled back until only his broad head remained lodged at her entrance, then slammed all the way home, scraping every raw fold of her interior. He targeted the precise sensitive point he had discovered the night before while driving her into unconsciousness.
“Nhngh! Ugh! H-h-honey! Ugh!”
“Ah, you can’t see from down there, can you?”
“Nhhngg!”
Without warning, Silas scooped Rachel off the bed into his arms. As her frame was lifted by his powerful upper body, his cock plunged even deeper. The sharp, unexpected depth made Rachel gasp, her entire body freezing in a shudder.
With no footing to support her weight, she instinctively locked her arms around his shoulders, letting out short, desperate gasps. A lightning-fast climax ripped through her thighs, making her tremble violently in midair, yet he never slowed down.
“Haa, ah, ahhh…!”
Every step Silas took sent a fresh jolt through her frame. Though the movement was minimal, it ground his thick length directly against that hyper-sensitive deep spot, wringing continuous, breathless moans from her chest.
“What’s got you coming so much? We haven’t even properly started yet.”
“Hahhk! Ah…!”
Silas murmured with cruel amusement. Bracing her hips in his broad hands, he lightly bounced her body up and down against his shaft. That small, bouncing movement concentrated every nerve in her body into her core.
Unconsciously, she locked her arms tighter around his neck, her body shivering as another intense wave of ecstasy tore through her.
Like a predator playing with its prey, Silas shifted her against him. Unsatisfied with mere friction, he lifted her high until his head nearly slipped out, then dropped her heavily back down onto his full length.
The impact triggered a silent, breathtaking orgasm that stole her voice entirely.
Her body, completely beyond her control, clung tightly to his length, craving more. Silas obliged, taking control with ruthless precision. The grip on her waist tightened, matching the speed of his upward thrusts to her descent.
Low, guttural breaths rumbled deep in his chest. Those animalistic moans vibrated right against Rachel’s ear, igniting her primal instincts and sending chills down her spine. His hot, engorged length slammed relentlessly between her trembling thighs.
“Nhhn…!”
The violent pace finally paused for a single breath as Rachel’s back arched, her body overtaken by a blinding, overwhelming peak.
The sensation of something bursting from deep inside ripped through her, impossible to contain. Swept away by the intense release, her frame convulsed, spurting slick fluid over his shaft.
“Oh.”
Silas let out a brief, dark laugh. He had originally intended to carry her to the mirror beside the bed—to force her to watch how deeply he penetrated her and see her own frantic expressions.
Given how intensely she was reacting, however, he decided the mirror could wait.
“Do you really love it that much?”
Rachel couldn't muster a single word. She simply gasped for air, clinging to him like a lifeline. Her entire body felt scorching hot, melting like wax under intense heat. All the while, her core—fresh from that violent climax—continued to pulse and rhythmically squeeze his length.
The rapturous friction of her inner muscles tight around his shaft continued to fuel Silas’s drive. The slick fluid escaping their point of contact ran down his length, dripping steadily onto the floor.
When Silas hoisted her hips slightly once more, the mere scraping of his blunt head against her inner walls triggered another light, involuntary climax, spilling whatever fluid remained inside her.
“Fascinating.”
Silas’s comment was short and detached. Rachel, however, was past the point of thought or speech. She surrendered her body completely, sinking beneath the waves of pleasure he dictated.
With his cock still buried to the hilt, Silas resumed a slow, heavy grind of his hips. Despite the blinding climax she had just endured, his momentum hadn't ebbed in the slightest.
Naturally so. After all, it was only Rachel who had climaxed so spectacularly—Silas hadn't even reached his peak yet.