Reborn as an A-Rank Guide: Trapped By The Crazy Sentinels
Chapter 123: Intense [R18]
He brought his nose closer, and only after securing her quiet consent did he press his lips against hers.
Deepening from a soft graze to a frantic, tooth-and-lip tangle, the scorching heat of lust escalated along their entwined tongues. It escalated entirely out of control.
Liam’s kiss was raw, awkward, and thoroughly wild—driven by a greedy impulse that demanded step-by-step conquest just to claim every inch of her. His tongue swept deep, tasting, learning, claiming, while his hands trembled against her waist as if afraid she might vanish.
Nibbling until a prickle of pain set in, Bunny tugged at his hair in mild complaint. He softened his touch slightly, yet the intensity of his passion remained unchecked. Low, raspy breaths escaped their lips as Liam buried his face lower, dropping damp, heavy kiss-marks down her neck to her collarbone, leaving a trail of tiny crimson blossoms in his wake.
Under the soft yellow glow, the sharp, fluid lines of the man’s muscles tightened, his tongue drawing in the sweet pheromones saturating the air. Determined to drink in even more, Liam’s eyes darkened as he ducked his head completely under the quilt.
Bunny’s face exploded in heat, a mix of embarrassment and indignation surging up: "Liam... you—!"
Warm breath ghosted over the soft skin of her inner thighs. Then his mouth found her—hesitant at first, then hungry. The first broad, wet stroke of his tongue dragged slowly through her folds, tasting the slick heat already gathering there. Bunny’s hips jerked; a soft, startled sound escaped her throat.
Liam made a low, appreciative noise against her, as if the flavor alone had short-circuited whatever remaining restraint he possessed. He licked deeper, longer, learning the shape of her with awkward but fervent devotion—circling the swollen peak of her clit, then dipping lower to press inside, tongue thrusting in shallow, greedy strokes.
When he finally emerged, Liam rested his chin in his hand, his full lips glistening with a clear, liquid sheen.
For a split second, the sight left Bunny utterly unable to look him in the eye.
A wicked, playful smirk danced across his youthful, handsome face, his tongue casually sweeping over his sharp canine tooth:
"What, my woman doesn’t like it?"
Her body’s helpless reaction clearly said otherwise—thighs still trembling faintly, the soft, wet ache between them throbbing for more.
Liam leaned his face back in close. "Bunny, I want a kiss."
Bunny slapped his face away in fond disgust. "No kisses!"
Yet she could feel her lingering discomfort and excruciating heat gradually dissolving under his kisses and touches, transforming into a far deeper, more taboo craving. Her body had softened completely, signaling the start of a wild invasion.
Liam was as giddy and thrilled as a hound in heat. Yet the inexperienced young virgin seemed to hit a snag, growing visibly anxious.
He raised his face, begging Bunny pitifully: "Bunny, I’m not sure what to do next..."
Bunny: ...
Talk about a total disaster—he couldn’t even hold it together when it mattered most.
She barked at him in exasperation, "Useless!"
She actually had to guide him step by step.
Just like a computer system, hardware and software incompatibility meant the program couldn’t run smoothly right away. He needed to take things step by step.
Bunny reached down between their bodies, fingers wrapping around the thick, scorching length of him. He was already dripping, the head flushed dark and slick. She guided him carefully, rubbing the broad tip through her wetness, coating him, then aligning him against her entrance. "Here... slow."
Liam’s breath hitched sharply. He pushed forward with exquisite care, the blunt pressure stretching her open inch by inch. A low, strained groan tore from his throat as the tight heat of her body swallowed him. Bunny’s fingers dug into his shoulders; the sensation was overwhelming—full, burning, perfect. He sank deeper in small, trembling thrusts until he was buried to the hilt, hips pressed flush against hers.
Yet it was far too intense.
Liam kept his lips tightly pressed together, a fine layer of sweat glistening across his forehead. She could clearly see that within his burning, emotion-filled eyes, what little patience he possessed was almost completely exhausted.
Fearing he might hurt her, Liam proceeded with extreme caution and difficulty at first—shallow, careful rolls of his hips, every movement restrained. But the wet, silken clutch of her body around him eroded that control with every stroke. His pace gradually deepened, lengthened. The thick drag of his cock sliding in and out grew wetter, more insistent. Soft, filthy sounds of skin meeting skin filled the quiet room.
It felt unbelievably good.
The room filled with the man’s deep, seductive gasps as clear light illuminated the subtle, dancing shadows cast against the wall. The bedding rose and fell in rhythmic waves, sliding down to reveal the sharp, sculpted lines of his serratus anterior and flat lower abdomen.
Liam grew increasingly wild, as if returning to the primal amniotic fluid of creation, seeking out raw, instinctual truth within the silent stillness. His thrusts turned harder, deeper, the head of his cock grinding against that sensitive place inside her on every drive home. One of his hands slid beneath her thigh, opening her wider so he could sink even farther, burying himself completely with each powerful snap of his hips.
Bunny’s soft moans rose to meet his. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her core, sparked by the relentless friction, by the way he watched her face as if memorizing every flicker of sensation. When she came, it was with a broken cry, her body clenching rhythmically around him. The tight, pulsing heat dragged Liam over the edge with her. He buried himself to the root and spilled deep inside her with a raw, shuddering groan, hips stuttering through the aftershocks.
The night moved into a deep, velvety shade of crimson.
Bunny could no longer recall when she finally drifted off to sleep.
She only remembered feeling as if she were riding a small wooden boat, floating peacefully across a shimmering, turquoise lake.
The ripples stirring from her heart began at this very moment, never to settle again.
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