Your Majesty, I Want You - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Water (2) 

A nagging groan rang in the bathroom. Enoch’s hot manhood and the cold water kept Aran awake. Then, at some point, her body began to heat up, too.

“Ah… ha… ah… ah…!”

When Aran began to exhale a nasal moan, Enoch stopped thrusting and looked at her face. Aran looked at him with hazy eyes gasping for breath.

As Enoch moved his waist around lightly, she groaned and flinched. It was evident that the inner walls squeezing his manhood tight were hotter than before. The liquid swirling around inside was also becoming sticky.

Her wait hair curled back; her long neckline and watery collarbone were more visible and exposed. Enoch kissed it as if he possessed ownership of it. As he explored her again, Aran’s heart shook accordingly.

“Ahhh…!”

Aran reached out desperately and clung to Enoch’s neck. It was something she’d never find herself doing, but she couldn’t help it because there was only water all around her and she had nothing to hold onto. Her legs, which also didn’t know where to go, were wrapped around his waist.

Enoch soon realized that she was reaching her peak.

“Ha… haa… “

Aran groaned, biting Enoch’s shoulder. At the same time, Enoch pounded and ravished her.

Aran swallowed her breath and tried to lift herself up by giving strength to her limbs hanging about languidly, but Enoch embraced her harder, causing her to lean in his arms.

Without the strength to fight back, Aran gently laid her head on the nape of his neck. Her soft marshmallows were crushed under the firm, hot chest of a man. Her arm, which wrapped around his neck, lost its strength and scratched Enoch’s muscular back.

Enoch’s naked body was full of scars. Traces of it were from the time spent around the battlefield. Enoch’s body flinched for a moment as her fingers touched the scar on his back. The half-dazed Aran didn’t notice it, but she could feel him becoming hot.

It was very rare to be tangled up with each other like this. Enoch would usually never take off his clothes, and Aran didn’t intend to either. After all, what he wanted from her was neither communion nor warmth, Aran thought with a hazy mind.

In the meantime, Enoch continued to play with her body. When she trembled she could feel his manhood stretching, causing her grip around his neck to tighten.

“Are you cold?”

Not having the strength to answer, Aran nodded lightly. Her body had cooled down and she felt a chill. She couldn’t help but get close to his warmth to escape the cold.

Enoch held her waist firmly and thrust again.

“Ah…”

In succession, when her body was lifted into the air, a startled Aran hung from his neck. She could hear a short chuckle. And before she knew it, a lump of completely erect meat pierced her.

“Ungh!”

Aran clung to him and groaned.

When Enoch opened the door and walked across the bathroom, Aran suddenly came to her senses late. She shook her head and asked, “The lady-in-waiting…?”

Usually, whenever Enoch arrived, her servants would walk away, but today she felt uneasy. She couldn’t confirm whether there was no one outside.

Anxiety immediately flashed through her eyes. She didn’t think he’d have done this with her servants on standby. She couldn’t predict his unpredictable nature at times.

“Are you worried that eyes are watching?” Enoch looked at her with a look of amusement. “I guess you shouldn’t go out then. Her Majesty doesn’t like to show her naked body to others.”

“Wait… that means there’s someone out…”

Before she could finish her words, Enoch stood up and walked towards the door, her back pressed against the wood. Without realizing what was happening, Aran unconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened the grip of her arm around his neck.

As Enoch hammered her fleshy coils, his manhood going in and out were clearly revealed. Only then did Aran realize his intention with an astonished face.

“St… st…”

Enoch moved around roughly before she could speak out. His manhood poked her womb each time he thrust forward.

Aran swallowed her moaning scream.

Every time he thrust forward, her body bumped against the door and thumped. The uneasy posture in the air made Aran anxious. Her cold body began to heat up after several pounding from Enoch’s thick rod.

The rattling of the door and the clatter of flesh mixing together sounded dizzying.

“Ah…”

Every time his shaft stabbed her deeply, a spontaneous sound came out of her lips. If her servants were outside, they’d surely wonder what she was doing. Her back and plumpy bottoms tingled, but she couldn’t care less about it.

“Ah… stop… stop… ugguh…!”

Aran cried and begged, but Enoch didn’t listen. Rather, he began to move violently listening to her cries. He stabbed her harder, pounded her roughly, hammered her insides as if to incite tears from her.

Aran could not recover her senses from pain, pleasure, and fear. Whatever reason that ran through her head had all been melted away and she let out tears.

Enoch kissed Aran several times around her furrowed brows. Then, he licked and swallowed her tears greedily.