Chapter 56 Don't Look at Me Like That

  He reached out, covering her eyes with his hand, and buried his head in the nape of her neck. She felt his wet lips and tongue kissing her jawline, then slowly sliding down to her neck, the movement so gentle it was like a lover's whisper. Then she heard his murmured voice, clear as if he were speaking directly into her ear: "Don't look at me like that!"

  She couldn't see or hear anything afterwards, only feel. It was so real. He didn't take his hand away, using the other one to gently caress and lightly kiss her again and again. His fingers slid over her delicate skin, with a loving touch, yet extremely careful, as if touching soft pudding, wanting to use force but afraid of breaking it, wanting to leave but unable to bear parting with that perfect body, which even in the darkness emitted a silver-white, alluring glow.

  She felt his hand reaching between her legs, and she immediately clamped them shut, her hands grasping the bed sheet tightly, so tight that they were about to tear it apart.

  He no longer forced her, but instead stroked her thigh, inch by inch, again and again, until she relaxed her body, then he slowly explored the inside.

  She hated this feeling, he obviously didn't treat her as a human being, but why did her body still slowly heat up under his caress, and the stiffened body that was initially tense also seemed to melt like an ice cube under his gentle care.

  She was very afraid, afraid of that strong pain on that night, as if it would tear her whole body apart, but didn't know why, yet felt very anticipated, anticipating his full love.

  She thought she must be crazy. Knowing he was just venting his desires on her, she didn't refuse, and even her own body betrayed her, wanting to accommodate him.

  She felt humiliated, ashamed and even more furious about this body of hers. If only her soul could be separated from her physical form, she would rather let her soul drift away at this moment and completely sever ties with the woman lying under him.

  He finally let go of the hand that was stroking her eyes, and at the same time, he kissed her lips. She heard the gentle whisper between their lips: "Don't be afraid..." Those two words made her unconsciously open her lips, and then his warm breath enveloped her completely. His tongue entered her mouth, entwining with hers, and in that moment, he parted her legs and buried himself inside her.

  In that instant, there was no pain, no violence, only her blank thoughts, as he moved, she couldn't think of anything else, anyone else, or even... herself.

  It turns out that women also have such times, loving someone in their heart, yet still being able to do and love another man, and what's more, being so disobedient, so impulsive, and so hard to control.

  She only felt that she was fake, how could she be so fake? She had always hated dishonest people the most, but how could she have expected that the person she hated the most would turn out to be herself?

  He was still leaning on her, panting heavily, and she woke up from the daze to find that her arms had somehow wrapped around his neck, while he was still inside her, the fullness making her thoughts chaotic.

  It seems someone has rushed to the 3000th floor. I went to take a look, wow, and where did everyone go? Come out of hiding!