He Threw Away and Sold to the Devil 65

“It’s not that, we should dry off.” 

Alessandro dried their bodies using his magic. He gently laid her down on the bed, positioned himself above her, and asked, “Is this better?” 

Abril nodded, and he seized her lips again, licking and kissing them as much as he wanted. Then his mouth moved down, seeking her most sensitive spots. He kissed her neck, her breasts, lingering there for a while, savoring them, then continued down her stomach, her flat belly, her hips, her legs, not leaving a single inch of her body un–kissed. Every part his mouth touched grew hotter. Abril couldn’t help but let moans escape from her mouth, which seemed to delight him since he occasionally squeezed her breasts lightly, making her squeal. She complained a bit about that. 

“Don’t do that.” 

He kissed her and replied, “I love hearing your voice; it’s like sweet music to my ears, so don’t hold back. I want to keep hearing it.” 

Alessandro positioned himself between her legs, caressed her entrance; she was ready. He wasted no time and became one with her without warning. Her interior was hot, wet, and tight. He growled, finding it very difficult to control his hips and not thrust into her like a beast, even though at that moment he felt like one, a beast in heat that only wanted to lose himself in her body and reach the deepest part of her. But Abril was still inexperienced; if he did that, he would end up hurting her, and that was the last thing he wanted. So he summoned all his strength to keep his wildest instincts at bay. He moved slowly and made 

her his. 

With each movement, Abril felt as if she were climbing to the top of a tower and then falling abruptly, a wonderful sensation that coursed through her entire body, leaving her breathless. His kisses grew deeper, and his caresses rougher, as if he were desperately trying to control 

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his strength so as not to hurt her. She could see the knuckles of his hands, white from the force he used to grip the sheets, the veins in his arms; she could feel his racing heart pounding hard. She clung to him, her hands roaming his back, his shoulders, his chest, feeling the firmness of his body. Her hands wandered aimlessly, touching his body everywhere, which seemed to excite him even more as his moans grew louder and his hips began to move faster. 

Abril was at her limit and felt she would lose her sanity with this man. He was also at his limit. He embraced her tightly, and she did the same. For a moment, it seemed as if their hearts became one and beat in unison. Both reached the climax at the same time. Abril felt everything around her fade away, leaving only the two of them in the world. 

They remained embraced for a moment, their breathing heavy. When they had caught their breath, Alessandro made her his once more. By the third round, she was exhausted and couldn’t take it anymore. She said in a hoarse voice, “I can’t anymore, stop.” 

Alessandro continued kissing her hands, the wound on her wrists, moving up her arm to her shoulders, and in a sweet and seductive voice, he whispered in her ear between kisses, “Just one more time.” 

“No.” 

Alessandro kept kissing her shoulders, her back, trying to make her change her mind, until he succeeded. 

“Just one more time.” 

“Yes, I promise this will be the last time, for today, of course.” 

And he made her his once more, taking her to glory with his kisses and caresses. 

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