Growling in satisfaction as she cradled him skillfully. Fingers rubbed all the pulsating nerves, which started to move like a pecking bird's head.
His face did not show significant changes, even though he did. A muffled moan, which wriggled like a lithe snake. When she pressed him enthusiastically, the surge in his chest was pressing hard, like exploding hot springs flowing all over his body.
"Lyra!" he hissed silently, his eyes barking like a stray dog. The dimness of the room was like hugging him, flicking, and stinging the hidden sensitive parts. His fingers rested on her head as the cavity swallowed his, toying with the waves and mucus.
Tongue who couldn't stop working, cooperated with the other walls to suck until the throat, slamming into the depths, making him stretch his arms out feeling strong and powerful.
"Lyra!" In the end, his moans were in the air, like the sound of pounding thunder, accompanied by the pounding of the hips that wouldn't stop, crowding the tight end of the throat.
The rush of blood that shook violently, like breaking through whatever was in front of it, crushed a large rock to make it into fine sand, then flowed with the water.
The springs burst out in a mighty explosion, like a flash flood that spilled all over the place, then fell and filled hole after hole.
His breath suddenly regularized as she got up while wiping the corners of his mouth. They stared at each other, for a very long time, speechless and not reacting to anything.
"Are you ready to grant my wish?" she asked, looking at his still pulsating point. She knew it wasn't over yet. "I have given you a service."
"This is not enough for our agreement."
As she had guessed. "Then what do you want?"
"Are you sure you're asking me?" Raised one of his eyebrows high, while his lips slightly lifted in a smirk. "Shouldn't you know more than anyone?" Moved to sit on the edge of the bed, waiting but not seen. "It seems you just want to make me a man who is crazy about you."
"All right," she whispered, not wanting to take her time because he might execute someone in between. Approaching, she watched him and his movements. The posture is still upright and handsome, as well as an alluring view with an enchanting facial figure. Everything is perfect, although still wrapped in a suit attached to his body.
She took a deep breath, started to sway while showing all her features, pulled out all the fabrics attached to her skin, showing everything to him.
Her hands began to touch again, in all places, as if to explore even the untouched depths. His gaze locked on him, focused on her, only on her, along with fingers releasing the buttons of his suit, lingering while kissing and devouring on his lips, slapping his tongue, and tickling all of his cavities.
It's rare, if not never, for him to be so passive. Maybe it happened during their first night. But it was forgotten by her.
After that everything was domineering, full of obsession. The brutal movement finally gave her the sweetest pain on her, which made her unable to even think and could not stop calling his name. Now everything is different, looks foreign and new to her.
Her lips kissed on all of his chests, leaving a few spots there while feeling the bulging of his muscles, which were tense because of his lust.
Wrapping both arms on his neck, hitting his with her, sinking it after sliding it, then starting to flex it with jerks and shaking. Jumping crazily, filling the room with moans, pulling his hands to cup her chest, asking him to squeeze periodically.
"Kleo!" She groaned, choking along with the heavy wait. She had to wait for him in the climax before she spilled everything. She had to wait even though it was hard so that she got what she wanted.
The tightness that reached the end of her stomach, as well as tingling that spread in every part of her body. Gasping for air, as if that wasn't enough. Excruciating shaking, and urgent shaking. Until then…
"Kleo!" She groaned again after seeing the change on his face, which turned red as if he was holding back something, or maybe letting out something. The warmth that filled her moist, spilled over to various places. Shortly after that, she detonated whatever she had stored, like crashing a wave from a suffocating height.
Her trembling legs, as well as the tension that could freeze herself, gripped his back very tightly.
Breathing together, with sweat leaking out of the pores.
Then they were silent, looking at each other for a long time, conveying their feelings through their eyes. Powerful mute, but full of meaning.
"So," Lyra said after a moment's thought. "Can you grant my wish now?" Glancing at his frozen expression. "You will surely grant my wish, right?"
Without saying anything, he lifted her to sit on the edge of the bed, while he adjusted his clothes, pulled his trousers, and buttoned his clothes.
His back is towering, threatening deathly.
"I'll admit you're great at this," he said, leaving a few beads of sweat on his forehead. "But sadly you still don't get what you want."
"Wh-what?" She got up, clenching her fists in annoyance. "Didn't you promise me that you would grant my wish? I already did, so I should get my due."
"I never promised you anything." Looked like his statement was final.
"You do."
"No," he shook his head. "I'm just saying if you can negotiate with me then I might as well grant your wish."
"No." Now it was her turn to shake her head. "You said you would grant my wish if I did that. I've finished everything. I've done something perfectly."
"That's what you think," he commented. "But not for me." Walked closer to the window, his back to her who forgot her exposed body. "So what you want I still won't grant, unless I change my mind."
"Then how do you make you change your mind?" It's the only way she had. If she didn't get it then she would forever regret it. There is no other way, at all. Or maybe she doesn't know?
"Nothing," he answered without hesitation. His back turned to face her who sat frozen as if hypnotized, with eyes filled with sadness that was also hurt.
His heart was sliced as if he became the worst man in the world. For a moment he felt unworthy of her even though his deepest feelings wanted her. "Even if you marry me I still won't change my mind," he said again. "I'm still going to execute Jason."
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