Chapter 127: Addicted

Frederick noticed Claire’s silence, her refusal to respond only fueling his amusement. With a cold smirk, he intensified his actions, coaxing her deeper into the moment. He patiently extended a finger, gently gliding it over her nipple. The slight furrow in Claire’s brow told him all he needed to know—her body was undeniably reacting.

Encouraged, he added another finger, placing both on her chest, each one teasingly circling her sensitive skin. As he continued this slow, deliberate motion, he watched Claire’s resolve. When he saw that she could still hold back, he decided to push her limits further. He leaned in and took a gentle bite, curious to see how long she could endure this tantalizing game.

The warmth and softness of his touch sent waves of sensation coursing through Claire, challenging her rationality in ways she had never experienced before. Yet somehow, she managed to keep her teeth clenched tight, holding onto her composure even as the tension mounted.

A smirk curled at the corners of his mouth. This only piqued his interest further; if the western glen mercy after just a few moments, it would be utterly unexciting. As he continued his teasing, Frederick found himself increasingly absorbed in the moment. It felt less like he was playing with Claire and more like he was completely focused on exploring a woman’s body. One hand remained occupied while the other moved down to Claire’s waist.

The last time Frederick had been with her, he had been drunk and hadn’t taken the time to truly appreciate her. Now, with her clothes removed, he was struck by how slender her waist was. This realization was a stark reminder of the torment Clare had endured during her time in prison. Despite eating well and striving to survive, the relentless incarceration had prevented her from gaining any weight.

As Frederick observed her delicate form, he felt an overwhelming urge to hold her tightly, imagining himself releasing all his pent-up frustrations against her. The thought of wrapping his hands around her waist filled his mind with a mix of desire and intensity.

Frederick’s hands moved to Claire’s waist, squeezing it firmly. “Ah!” Claire couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, unable to contain her reaction any longer. Frederick raised an eyebrow, realizing at that moment that Claire’s most sensitive spot was right here. He spread his hand wide, resting it on her waist before slowly dragging it upward. His touch was a mix of gentle caresses and firm kneading, each stroke sending waves of conflicting sensations through her—pain mingled with warmth and softness.

Despite the discomfort, Claire found herself caught in a whirlwind of feelings. She noticed the sounds escaping her lips and tried to suppress them, imagining herself as a mere robot devoid of emotion. To distract herself, she began counting sheep in her mind—one sheep, two sheep, three sheep… As she continued this mental exercise, Claire felt a sense of relief wash over her; the distraction was working. She resolved that for the rest of the night, she would allow Frederick to play with her as he pleased while she counted sheep endlessly.

Frederick noticed that Claire was gradually calming down, and her intense reactions had faded away. No matter; he could continue exploring further down. He hadn’t yet reached her most sensitive and vulnerable spot, but he had faith in his skills.

Meanwhile, Claire kept counting sheep, her mind seemingly elsewhere, as Frederick’s hand continued its journey downward. Finally, when his fingers brushed against the dark forest of her most intimate area, Claire’s mental counting came to an abrupt halt, overwhelmed by sensations that rendered her unable to focus any longer. Her body jolted at first, then trembled violently.

Frederick felt a surge of satisfaction at Claire’s reaction, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as his fingers began to explore her more intimately, teasing and caressing with deliberate slowness. He focused on the sensitive area, gently rubbing and stroking. “Ah!” Claire gasped, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips as she struggled to suppress the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. She repeatedly told herself in her mind to resist, to not think about it. Yet her body betrayed her, responding honestly to his touch. Soon, a warm wave of moisture flowed from her, slicking Frederick’s fingers as she surrendered to the pleasure.

Frederick felt the warmth enveloping him as his fingers slipped… “You’re so incredibly wet,” he murmured, a sense of unprecedented accomplishment washing over him. The heat and moisture wrapped around his fingers, igniting a thrill within him. He moved his fingers slightly, and the slickness surged forth, cascading around him. “Ah!” Claire could no longer hold back. Her rationality was teetering. Frederick’s gentle movements pushed her over the brink, unleashing a wave of pleasure that consumed her entirely.

“Isn’t this what you really want? Hmm? It’s so intense.” Frederick felt Claire’s warmth tightening around him, his lips parting slightly as he intensified his movements, thrusting rhythmically and passionately. “I… Mmm…” Seeing that Claire was still able to handle it, he felt that one finger wasn’t enough, so he added another, deepening their connection. This time, Claire’s waves of pleasure surged even more fiercely, spilling out in rhythmic bursts. “Frederick, please. Mmm!” Claire finally couldn’t hold back her pleas. “What are you begging me for? Hmm?”