I Don't Want to Be Loved - Chapter 103 - The First Pleasure (19)

Chapter 103: The First Pleasure (19)

Where did they go wrong?

Rihannan sighed.

She fell for him when she was young, when she was stupid, when she was naive. If only she was like Helena, maybe she’d not trod the road of misery… and maybe… she’d not lose Igor to her sister and her life taken away by a thread of strings.

“Yes… I’m in pain,” she replied, shooting him with eyes full of complications.

Despite the pain, her heart ached more than her body. She thought there was no place he could hurt her for she’d already been torn apart in pieces. But it was a lie. Memories of the bitter past came flooding in and she saw Igor pouring out his resentment, his anger, his complaint against her.

“…You keep hurting me.”

She did not realize she had voiced out her thoughts. It came out tearful and rough.

Why did she remember those cruel nights she spent with him?

“…It’s all because of you… you’re hurting me.”

“I’m sorry.”

Igor looked at her with a solemn smile and sunken eyes. He wiped away the tears dripping down her pretty cheek.

“For any pain and hurt I’ve caused you, I’m sorry,” he lowered himself gently and planted a kiss on her forehead, lightly whispering, “I can’t fix your pain right now, but… I’ll make sure you’ll never suffer again. I promise.”

He promised in her mother’s resting place that he’d keep her safe and she chose to trust him. This time, he made a vow, an oath that he’d never hurt her. His words pierced through her heart. It was as if he knew that it was not the aching pain in her body but her heart and mind.

He continued to caress her, but he had yet to make a move. He stood still – unmoving. The entrance of her garden was painful, but as time passed, it had lessened and she could breathe without trouble.

On the other hand, she could feel him pulsing inside her and his breath growing heavier. She saw sweat dripping from his face. He’d been holding himself back.

After a little hesitation, she picked up her hand that was holding onto his shoulder and grabbed hold of his face. She’s not sure where her courage came from but she pulled Igor closer and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Ha…”

A trembling sigh escaped his mouth and soon he moved inside her. He moved without thought and filled her insides with his love.

He gave her little room to breathe.

“Ah…!” he moaned.

Then she moaned.

A dam-like scream burst out from her small body.

“…Why are you… big… haa…”

She could feel the shape of his manhood… the thickness of it…

Igor had lost all reason and pounded her. Each thrust and pull rocked her like a small boat being swept away by the angry waves. She was pushed on the edge while the sound of Igor’s heavy breathing filled the room.

At this moment, he was a wild beast full of lust.

“Rihannan…!”

He called her amorously and a tingling sensation ran down her spine. The place where they connected tightened. She looked at his dark purple eyes and clung her arms around his nape and pulled him towards her.

Ironically, she was the one who first expressed her wants to flee, but this time, she was the one locking him in and preventing him from escaping.

“…Igor.”

The sound of her sweet voice calling his name drove him to a new level of high. He became addicted. He’d never be able to escape.

He kissed her again. Fire seemed to live within her kisses. She melted every part of him.

Rihannan wrapped her legs around his waist. The pounding pain inflicted her, but as he continued pounding her, she felt something new…

When his manhood rubbed against her flesh, a swelling sensation burst out.

“…Ah…”

She bit his nape and let out a muffled moan. It sent Igor to the depths of pleasure. He moved harder, faster, deeper.

Her mind grew blank and white.

He was nearing his end.

He came.

White fluids filled her garden.

“Ha… ha… Rihannan…”

His body fell over her. He was heavy, but it was not so bad hearing the rhythmic thumping of each other’s hearts.

For a while, only their harsh breathing filled the room. Once it settled, he slowly pulled himself out of her and kissed her lips.

It was over.

She did not have the slightest energy left to cover herself with a blanket. What would take her a while to fall asleep came quickly as sleep lulled her in. Her eyelids were heavy… and she had spent too much energy.

From her vision, a hazy figure appeared and rubbed her head tenderly and kissed her forehead.

“Sleep tight. Sweet dreams, Rihannan.”

As if it was ordered, she was sucked into a deep sleep.