Predatory Marriage

Predatory Marriage — Chapter 392. Snow in the Desert (20)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

“I can’t, I can’t, please give me a minute…”

Feeling as if she would collapse, Leah pleaded earnestly. Ishakan sat back against the headboard, holding her in his arms.

As she rested her head on her chest, Leah stroked her lower abdomen. Ishakan had fill3d her with so much of h!s s33d, she felt stuff3d with it, and her shoulders jerked with embarrassment as it slowly s3ep3d from her.

His s#m3n fl0w3d from her op3ning and w3t her th!ghs, but Leah pretended not to notice. He was stroking her lower abdomen, and she looked up at him.

“……”

Ishakan smiled as their eyes met. There was p@ss!on glowing in his golden eyes, and he would have liked nothing later than to throw her back onto the bed, but he would have to be patient. It seemed three nights were not sufficient to s@tiate his d3s!r3.

Leah, on the other hand, was completely exhausted. She had only lasted this long because she had been dosed regularly with Morga’s nutritional tonic throughout their journey, or she would have fainted long ago. No ordinary woman could endure such overwhelming pl3#sure.

And still she wanted him. But it would be hard to bear now, and she didn’t want to leave Ishakan wanting.

“Do you want me to pl3ase you with my mouth?” She softly suggested.

That would be the best way to sate him, and Ishakan had done so much for her; she felt guilty to leave him still hungering. Ishakan nibbled her cheek.

“It’s not necessary,” he replied.

But he had halfway h@rdened just at the suggestion. Leah reached out to stroke him, feeling him l3ngthen further.

“It seems your body has other ideas.”

“Mmm…”

Ishakan let out a low gro@n.

“Just looking at you makes it hard to hold myself back,” he admitted, squeezing her hand tighter around him. “Finish me with your hand.”

She obeyed, slowly str0k!ng up and down. Her fingers were slick with the sticky pr3-c#m beading and running from h!s gl#ns. Leah felt breathless as he throbbed in her hand.

She wanted to make him feel better.

“No, I want to taste you,” she said, pushing her back and gently placing her lips on him. She l3t it sl!d3 int0 her mouth, thinking it looked like a snake as his 3r0tic m#sk filled her lungs. Leah’s eyebrows lifted. For some reason, inexplicably, he t@st3d d#l!c!ous. It even made her mouth water.

The thought emb@rrassed her, but she could taste their s#xu@l @dv#ntures on him.

And she felt pl3@sure as she t0ok him in her m#uth, suck!ng e@gerly. She lick3d the th!ck v3!ns and the cl3ft under the head. She c@r3ssed his b!g b#lls in her hands and then s#ck3d on them too. Everything she did made him gr#an.

He liked it, and that exc!t3d her more.

There was a moment when her teeth nicked him, but even that didn’t dampen his @rd0r. On the contrary, he seemed to like it.

“Sorry…” she said, sw#ftly t@k#ng him from her mouth, and Ishakan slid his finger between her lips, nudging at her teeth.

“These blunt fangs won’t hurt me,” he said, tracing along her molars. “And these are small, too…”

She couldn’t argue with him; her teeth were tiny compared to a Kurkan’s. And she was too busy to reply, concentrating on s#ck!ng him again.