He carefully lowered himself over her.
Her smooth skin, faintly damp with perspiration, wrapped around his body like velvet.
As he slowly rubbed against her, savoring the sensation, fear crept across the small face hidden in the darkness.
As though trying to erase it, he pushed his tongue into her mouth once more.
Greedily exploring the warm, slick softness within, he felt a low, trembling cry vibrate against his throat.
Breathing heavily, he gently pressed down on her soft, squirming body.
Her skin was slick with sweat now.
Or perhaps it was his own.
His rapidly rising body temperature clouded his thoughts.
He rubbed his body, hardened by desire, against flesh as soft as flower petals while letting his lips trail along the graceful line of her neck.
When he lightly bit the side of her throat, where her pulse beat rapidly, she shuddered and dug her fingernails into his shoulder.
Her nails, rough from constantly growing them out only to break them again, scraped across his skin.
For some reason, the sensation only heightened his excitement.
As though encouraging her to continue, he bit the prominent curve of her collarbone before sucking hard, then slowly lowered his lips to her rapidly rising and falling chest.
Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, her pliant body suddenly became rigid.
He stroked her trembling back soothingly while gently taking the soft skin into his mouth.
A sound somewhere between a sob and a moan spilled over him.
By now, the heat consuming his body had become almost unbearable.
Yet his wife still could not relax.
With anxious hands, Varkas gently caressed every tense part of her body.
As his hand gradually moved lower, the tension surrounding her only grew stronger.
Leaning close to her burning ear, he whispered hoarsely,
“It's all right. I won't hurt you, so relax.”
Even in the darkness, he could see her large eyes wandering helplessly.
He kissed the corners of her eyes, damp with sweat and tears, while carefully continuing to caress her.
Though she shifted uneasily at first, she gradually began accepting his touch.
The sight was so intoxicatingly beautiful that his vision briefly blurred.
Watching her reactions closely as he lifted his upper body, Varkas clenched his teeth and drew her even closer.
At the more intimate caress, her lips, swollen like a blooming rose, parted as a delicate voice escaped them.
“Th-that's enough now. It's enough, so hurry.”
He ground his molars together.
Every fiber of his body wanted to obey her command.
But he could not allow himself to be fooled a second time.
“No. Not yet. You still have to endure a little longer.”
“I don't want to. I can't anymore. So please, just...”
He swallowed the small lips that were urging him on.
Her smooth, sweat-dampened arms immediately wrapped around his neck.
Ever since long ago, this woman had always thrown him into confusion with her capriciousness.
When he approached, she retreated.
When he withdrew, she looked at him with wounded eyes.
She had always driven him to the brink of madness.
Holding that woman securely within his arms, he lost himself in her.
How much time passed as he stroked her damp skin and brushed it with his tongue?
Little by little, he felt the body that had been rigid with tension finally begin to relax.
Grasping her right thigh, he slowly lowered himself.
Her moist warmth enclosed him with stubborn resistance.
Breathing out unevenly, Varkas gripped the headboard so tightly that his knuckles whitened and braced his thighs.
Sweat soaked his back as he struggled to restrain a body determined to move of its own accord.
After enduring for a long while, grinding the inside of his cheek raw, he slowly eased himself forward a little farther.
A muffled moan escaped her lips.