To You Who Will Destroy Me - Chapter 234 (M)

A clattering sound echoed in the room. Was it the crown that had slipped off Irel’s head?

No, it wasn’t. What had just fallen was his heart.

The seductive woman before him now had him completely in the palm of her hand, toying with him.

“You’re trying to drive me insane, aren’t you?” he growled.

Propping himself up on his arms, Varkan leaned down to kiss her, his movements slow and deliberate. Then, without warning, he slid his hand between her thighs.

Just as she had said, she was wet. Soaked, in fact.

The realization sent a wave of heat through him, as if his mind was catching fire, his nerves burning with desire.

“You’re driving me insane,” he whispered, his voice thick with need.

His kiss deepened, almost devouring her. The faint scent of the oil she had applied on her skin mixed with his, making the moment feel even more intoxicating.

His tongue slipped between her lips, exploring her mouth with a warmth and taste entirely different from her own, making the kiss thick with desire. Irel’s eyelashes fluttered with each heated exchange.

“Haa…” she exhaled softly.

His fingers teased her, parting the swollen lips of her core, swollen as if filled with honey. He stroked along the narrow slit, slowly, as if checking just how deep it went, sending a sharp, tingling sensation through her with every deliberate movement.

Varkan didn’t stop kissing her as he slid his wet fingers inside her. Even with just two fingers, she tightened around him, her body pulling him in with a firm, eager grip. The sensation made his vision blur with heated desire, his mind going red with need.

She was truly intoxicating, her body sinful and responsive. He knew all too well how heavenly it would feel to bury himself between her thighs and lose himself in her completely.

“Varkan, hurry…” she pleaded softly.

Irel’s inner walls clenched tightly around his fingers, squeezing him sweetly. She was already so close to her limit, and Varkan felt his own control slipping fast.

He kissed her with a ferocity that matched his need, parting her legs as his large length pressed between her thighs. Moving obscenely, he rubbed himself against her, the heat between them unbearable.

He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her, but he held back. If he gave in now, he might hurt her. She was as delicate and precious as the crown she wore, something he couldn’t risk breaking.

“Hnn! Ah! Varkan!” she cried out, her voice filled with longing.

Irel watched with wide eyes as Varkan’s rigid, throbbing length moved between her thighs. The sight of his flushed arousal sliding through the pale gap between her legs sent a wave of heat through her body, the visual stimulation overwhelming.

Her body responded as if they were truly connected, burning hotter with each passing moment. The blunt tip of his shaft teased her, brushing against her entrance as though it might pierce through at any second, only to glide up and over her sensitive clit. Each time it did, a soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips.

The friction between her sensitive thighs and his heated length felt exquisitely sweet, like a delicate layer of pleasure teasing her just beyond reach. It was as if a thin, soft veil separated her from the full intensity, making every sensation even more tantalizing.

Pleasurable shivers spread across her body, and more of her slick arousal flowed freely, soaking her thighs. Inside, she felt the aching emptiness, her core clenching and releasing, yearning to be filled. The need was unbearable, and in her desperation, Irel reached out, pleading softly.

“Come to me, please… ah!!”

“Don’t be impatient,” Varkan murmured, his voice thick with restraint.

Varkan skillfully intertwined his fingers with hers, pinning her hand down against the sheets as he spoke in a low, teasing voice. His other hand landed a light smack on her backside, the sharp sound echoing in the room.

“You’re so tight, you can’t even take all of me,” he chided, his lips curled into a smirk, his words both a reprimand and a provocation. The sensation of his firm hand and the flush of his voice sent a thrilling shiver down her spine.

Irel, panting softly, gazed up at him through half-lidded, lustful eyes, her breath quickening as heat pooled in her core.

Their eyes met, and Varkan, always weak to the sight of her gaze, took a sharp breath. Just as expected, the moment their eyes locked, he lost control. Like a ravenous animal, he began frantically rubbing himself against her thigh.

“Haa…”

He licked his lips, and then, with a low groan, spilled hot liquid across her lower belly. Irel couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he climaxed. His face, contorted with the overwhelming pleasure, was fierce and utterly masculine.

The raw, primal beauty of it made something deep inside her ache with longing. She wanted him so badly, needed him.

“Looks like you came with me,” Varkan growled, noticing her trembling body, as if she had shared in his release.

Varkan chuckled as he looked down at Irel’s slick thighs, glistening from her arousal. Without hesitation, he slid his fingers inside her, while his lips closed around her clit, sucking gently.

“V-Varkan!” she gasped, her voice trembling with shock and pleasure as he licked the wetness off her skin. The sensation of him cleaning her off so intimately left her flustered, but the sudden increase to three fingers stretching her made it impossible to voice any protest.

“Aah! Hah, ah!” she cried, her body overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch.

The desire that had slowly been ignited was now burning fiercely, turning red-hot. Inside, Varkan’s fingers expertly found and teased the sensitive spots they knew so well, pressing and rubbing in just the right places to drive her wild.

The pleasure was overwhelming, like scratching an unbearable itch with perfect intensity. His fingers moved inside her with a rough rhythm, contrasting sharply with the gentle way his lips and tongue caressed her clit, soft and sensual.

Every sensation seemed to pull all the focus of her body downward, amplifying the intensity until she felt like she might lose her mind.

“Ahh… nnngh…!!” she moaned, completely consumed by the pleasure rippling through her.

Irel’s eyes squeezed shut as her legs trembled uncontrollably. The blinding wave of pleasure spread through her, her lower abdomen tightening with convulsions as she reached her peak. Inside, she felt the rush of warmth as her body released, her muscles quivering in the aftermath.

Completely spent, her limbs went limp, and she panted heavily, overwhelmed by the sweet exhaustion. But this was only the beginning.

Varkan, lifting one of her legs, positioned himself, his hardened length pressing insistently against her entrance. Slowly, he began to push inside, the sensation building as he stretched her inch by inch.

“Can you feel it?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“N-not yet… wait, ah!!” she cried out as he pushed deeper, her body struggling to adjust to the intense fullness.

The slow, torturous pace of his entry was almost unbearable. Her inner walls, still trembling from the lingering effects of her orgasm, stretched painfully as his thick length pressed deeper, pushing against her most sensitive nerves. The pleasure sparked and crackled like tiny bursts of fire each time his swollen head nudged forward.

“You’re devouring me greedily,” Varkan growled, his voice thick with lust.

Just as he said, her soft, molten insides clung tightly to him, drawing him in with a desperation that made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. The raw sensation of how her body responded felt so scandalous that her ears flushed with heat.

Irel, face flushed and on the verge of tears, covered her face with her hands, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. A low chuckle escaped from Varkan, and with a firm grip, he folded her body in half, pulling her closer.

“Yes, keep your hands just like that,” he commanded, his voice deep as he loomed over her, his control absolute.

Varkan pinned Irel’s legs back, pressing them against her as he began thrusting into her with a steady, forceful rhythm from above.

“Ah! Aah! Hngh!!!”

Each time he pounded into her, it was like a hammer striking deep within, hitting the very entrance of her womb. The intense impact left her breathless, and as he withdrew slowly, dragging against her inner walls, the sensation left her dazed, her mind swimming in a haze of pleasure.

Each thrust left Irel gasping for air, her body instinctively tensing, her toes curling as her insides tightened around him. She welcomed the overwhelming, almost brutal pleasure he brought, the way he ground against her inner walls making it impossible to suppress the sob-like moans spilling from her lips.

“You like feeling yourself while I’m inside, don’t you?” Varkan teased, gripping her hand and guiding it between her legs. The sensation of his thick length moving beneath her swollen flesh sent shivers across her skin, a strange but intense feeling.

“Not there, here,” he corrected, pressing her fingers onto her sensitive clit. Together, they rubbed in time with his deep, powerful thrusts.

“Now touch yourself. You’ll enjoy it even more,” he murmured, his voice thick with control.

“Aah, no… I-I can’t,” she whimpered, resisting, but her body trembled with need, her protest weak as her fingers began to move.

It was unbearably humiliating. Irel shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks, but Varkan never relented in bed. He had no intention of giving in now.

“Do as I say. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” he murmured, planting a soft kiss on her calf, then spreading her legs even wider.

Varkan’s gaze locked on her trembling, pale fingers resting atop her swollen clit. He looked at her intently, almost hungrily, as though savoring the sight. His breath was hot as he watched her, his eyes dark with desire.

Varkan’s sharp golden eyes bore into her, applying an unspoken pressure that made Irel feel helpless under his command. Unable to resist him any longer, she slowly began moving her fingers as he’d ordered.

Even with no particular technique, the slightest touch to her sensitive clit sent a shivering wave of pleasure through her, making her body hum. It was an overwhelming sensation, the strange mixture of being with him while also pleasuring herself at his command.

The intensity of his gaze, watching her every move, made her feel both embarrassed and electrified. She couldn’t help but squirm under his eyes, knowing there was no way to shield herself from his relentless attention except to keep her fingers moving.

“Yes, just like that,” Varkan growled approvingly, his voice thick with satisfaction.

As Varkan’s relentless thrusts drove deeper into her, Irel’s fingers began to move faster in sync with his rhythm. The combined assault on her sensitive inner walls and clit became unbearable, pushing her quickly toward the edge.

“Hnngh! Aahhh!!” she cried out, her voice trembling as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body, far more intense than before. Her neck tensed, her body stiffening as every nerve lit up with overwhelming pleasure. It was an all-consuming, electric sensation that left her gasping for breath, utterly lost in the ecstasy that flooded her.

As the sharp spasm spreading from her clitoris reached deep inside, the sweet climax was released from the inner wall that had been rubbed by the blunt glans. In between, Varkan’s penis continued to move in and out without a moment’s rest, forcibly bringing her to the next orgasm.

“Stop, please… … Ah!!”

She felt like she was going crazy. She wanted to catch her breath a little, but the flame of passion attached to Varkan was only just beginning to burn.

“Get down, lift your butt.”

Irel’s body collapsed helplessly, scarcely able to support herself as Varkan pushed her onto her stomach. With her strength drained, she had no choice but to surrender as he lifted her hips and resumed thrusting forcefully.

It felt like she was being struck with a heavy rod, the impact of each thrust sending ripples through her body. Varkan, half-pressing her into the bed, moved with even greater intensity, shaking her with every motion. She could feel her tight inner walls struggling to hold on, being stretched and tugged with each deep stroke.

“Stop… ngh! Don’t spread my… a-ah! My hips… don’t…” she pleaded, her voice breathless and filled with embarrassment as he continued relentlessly.

Varkan must have felt it too, because he spread Irel’s small, pretty buttocks gap wide with his strong grip. As a result, her perineum, ripe as a fruit, was completely exposed before her eyes.

“This is how you can see it.”

Irel bit down on her lip in embarrassment, wanting to hide from the shame of it all. Yet, something strange stirred within her. The thought of the lewd view he had, of how exposed and vulnerable she was, only heightened her arousal, making the humiliation all the more intoxicating.

As he expertly moved between her, his voice came out low and teasing.

“You enjoy being taken from behind, don’t you?”

“N-no… ah!!”

Her denial was cut off by the sharp sound of his palm smacking her soft, round bottom. The impact stung, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of him thrusting harder, as if riding her like a wild pony. His hips slammed into her with relentless force, each slap against her backside followed by a deeper, more intense invasion inside her. The brutal rhythm left her mind spinning, lost in the haze of pleasure and submission.

“Wouldn’t it be cute to put a little toy here next time? One with a ponytail attached,” he murmured, his fingers teasing the tight ring of her untouched entrance, making her shiver.

“Then every time I thrust, the tail would sway… just like a mare in heat,” he added with that infuriatingly smooth, seductive voice, his words crude and shameless.

Tears streamed down Irel’s face, both from the overwhelming embarrassment and the unbearable pleasure his filthy words ignited within her. As much as his vulgarity shocked her, her body betrayed her, growing hotter with each passing second.

“See? You’re squeezing even tighter now that I’m hitting just right,” he taunted, his voice thick with satisfaction as her body responded instinctively to his every touch.

As he slapped her reddened bottom again, her insides clenched tightly around him, responding to the intense rhythm of his thrusts. The familiar sensation of pressure built within her, the relentless pounding making everything blur into a haze of pleasure.

“Tighter,” Varkan commanded, his voice low and ragged. “I’m going to finish inside.”

Leaning down, he bit into her neck while his hand roughly squeezed her breast, his fingers twisting her hardened nipple. With one final, deep thrust, he drove himself into her, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through her body. The overwhelming sensation shattered her completely, pushing her into a blinding orgasm that left her gasping.

“Hnngh, aah…!!”

Irel’s head fell back, her flushed lips parting slightly, inviting Varkan’s ravenous kiss. His mouth claimed hers with an intensity that matched the heat between them, their breaths mingling as the warmth of life flowed between them.

In that moment, something deeper than physical pleasure passed between them. A part of her essence seemed to pour into him, healing his body, renewing his strength, and making his heart pound with renewed vigor.

The connection was more intoxicating than the act itself, a shared bond that transcended desire.

Varkan could feel her energy wrapping around his heart, pulling him in even deeper, until he was completely lost in her. With a final, sharp thrust, he released inside her, spreading his essence deep within her core.

It was a profoundly satisfying exchange—more than just lust, it was an unbreakable connection forged between them.