Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

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No matter how wide she was, it still could never be compared to his own enlargement. No matter when he rubbed himself inside of her, Molitia would moan over his shoulder.

“Ah, oh, Raven, please…!”

Unaware of what they had truly wanted at the moment, Molitia begged. As her flesh was squeezing him inside, Raven immediately picked up his pace before thrusting himself inside even faster.

Whenever Raven had hit deep inside of her, a fragrant scent seemed to tickle the tip of his nose. The sweet scent that emanated from her body wafted in the air when Raven had located her lips and straight away sucked them in.

She was the first and the last person who caused him to feel so aroused. No matter how much he had coveted, she was already enough for him.

He captured the hands that were covering her face before raising them up. His tenacious gaze then turned to Molitia’s face.

Desire was oozing at his every single thrust. It was vicious enough to froth at the very core. Whenever he gave a hefty shove, Molitia felt like even her emotions were gushing out as well.

“Ha, I just want to stay like this forever. I wish for you to keep on looking at me and nothing else.”

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Raven didn’t stop moving even while he was professing his feelings. Her bottom immediately flinched at his words that were glistened with desire.

“Look only at me, Molitia.”

“Ah, ah, ah, ha…!”

Just when Molitia nipped onto his shoulder, Raven immediately spurted his everything into her insides. Her petite body had trembled underneath him due to his searing eruption.

Molitia closed her eyes as she felt the tingle in her nether region. It seemed like she had just gone through a raging tempest.

“Are you all right?”

Molitia slowly turned her eyes to Raven’s gentle question. As he peered at her anxiously, he had already descended from her body.

He carefully embraced her back as he locked her within his arms. When the heat gradually suffused between the two of them, he then covered himself with a blanket to preserve their warmth.

That was a gesture which evinced his fear of her getting caught up in yet another cold.

‘A kind man with a loving touch.’

Molitia gathered her strength before raising the corners of her mouth as she faced him, who was staring at her while adjusting her hair.

“Yes, it’s all right.”

“…well, I’m not. Wait a minute.”

He pulled the blanket up to Molitia’s neck before standing up. She immediately blushed a little when Raven’s naked body was in full view.

It was the body that she saw whenever they had sex with each other, but still it always felt peculiar. His body, which seemed to be chiseled like a picture of the perfect muscles that she had never obtained before, had always made her blush.

‘Wait a minute.’

Molitia suddenly stiffened as she held her gaze upon Raven’s back. There was a fairly large scar on his back, which she had never seen before. Amidst the old and the recents scars, there were also long and short wounds that had marred all over his body.

“The Devil of War. The Devil of Blood.”

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The rumors which kept people in a buzz flashed through her mind. Come to think of it, she had also heard how he played quite an active role in the recent war. He had successfully vanquished dozens and hundreds of them all by himself.

Still, he was never a devil. Those numerous injuries on his back were proof that exhibited the horrors of the time back then.

In less than no time, he already brought her clothes that had fallen onto the floor.

“You’d better put on your clothes. If you catch another cold again, I’ll be the one in trouble.”

“Yes, I got it.”

Molitia opened her eyes at Raven’s words. She couldn’t bear to ask why his back was awfully slashed. How painful it must have been.

In the same way that she couldn’t bear telling him as well.

With a thoughtful consideration, he gently raised her back as she wore her own clothes.

“You should get dressed as well. You might catch a cold like me before.”

In a split second, an absurd look was painted on his face.

“I’m not as fragile as you are.”

“But, still.”

Raven finally nodded at her urging words. He never had a history of catching a cold just because he wasn’t dressed, but he also thought how it wouldn’t be all bad listening to Molitia at the moment.

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