Flower in the Trap - Chapter 4

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The Empress’s heels struck the palace floor with sharp, echoing clicks, each step landing like a flare of fury searing through the hearts of all who heard it. “Shameless vixen.” Her voice was tight with rage, teeth clenched as the scandalous images replayed in her mind.

“Her Majesty the Empress, are you going to let them off so easily?” The maid asked in a low voice.

The Empress sneered, “Let them go? When His Majesty the Emperor returns tomorrow, neither of them will survive.”

Meanwhile, in Kaellian’s room, the air was thick with lust, so heavy it clung like smoke.

Linaelina’s face was flushed, her wet eyes completely out of focus.

Fine beads of sweat clung to her delicate skin, her chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm. Her full, supple breasts were flushed from caresses, reddened like a flower ravaged by wind and rain, so fragile yet so beautiful that it would make one’s heart flutter.

She weakly pressed against Kaellian’s firm chest, gasping in a broken, tear-choked voice. “Kaellian, don’t …… not anymore ……”

Having witnessed their entanglement, the Empress was surely convinced, and now that her goal had been met, shame surged through Linaelina. She wanted to push him away.

But Kaellian only let out a low voice, dark chuckle, his voice as seductive and dangerous like velvet wrapped in shadow, “If we don’t give a proper explanation tomorrow,” he murmured, “neither of us will live to see the next night.”

His lips pressed against her burning ear, teeth grazing skin as he bit and sucked lightly, his voice a seductive whisper. “So, Princess …… let’s enjoy this night to the fullest.”

Linaelina trembled, her lashes fluttering helplessly like trapped wings, her eyes brimming with tears. Her fingers pressed weakly against his shoulder as she tried to push away, but her body shuddered honestly under the warmth of his breath against her ear.

Kaellian’s lip curled into a smirk as he lowered his head to nibble on her slender collarbone. His tongue traced the red marks blooming on her skin with slow, deliberate care.

“I’m afraid …… tonight won’t end easily for you.”

Before the last word left his mouth, he suddenly straightened up and p*n*tr*ted heavily in single, powerful thr*st.

“Ah!”

The sudden impact left Linaelina stunned and her slender body arched backward on instinct, her pale throat bared completely to his gaze.

Her legs curled up involuntarily, her trembling waist forming a delicate arc, and her tiny toes clenched so tightly her fingernails nearly dug into his back.

Inside, she was searing hot and impossibly tight, her slick walls wrapping around him with a molten grip, so wet and warm it felt as if she were trying to swallow him completely.

Kaellian gasped, looking down at the young girl in his arms, trembling and lost in pleasure, a deep, possessive hunger surged within him, throbbing with every beat of his heart.

His hips moved with slow, deliberate force, each thrust heavy and merciless, grinding against her most sensitive depths. Linaelina gasped for air, her hands fluttering weakly against his shoulders in helpless protest.

“Kai, Kai …… don’t …… aahh ……please” Linaelina’s cries came out soft, trembling with sobs, yet she lacked the strength to resist. Her body, betrayed by sensation, yielded to his every touch.

Her misted eyes turned up to him, unfocused and shimmering with tears. Her lips parted in a dazed plea, breath hitching with every movement.

Kaellian leaned down, kissing the corners of her wet eyes. His smile curled darkly as he whispered, voice thick with sin and heat, “It’s far too late for that, Princess.”

His words slithered like silk laced with venom, so low and intoxicating that they sent shivers straight to the heart.

“The effect of your medication has just begun…..”

With one hand gripping her slender waist, he pressed her down between himself and the bed, driving into her with deep, unrelenting force. His other hand cradled her jaw, tilting her face up until her tear-filled eyes met his dark gold ones, burning with desire.

“From now on, you belong only me.”

The next second, he crushed his lips against hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. The heat of his tongue forced past her trembling lips, sweeping into her soft, yielding mouth, devouring her breath, her protests, her last shred of restraint.

The candlelight flickered across the room, casting shifting shadows over the two entwined bodies moving in breathless rhythm.

Linaelina’s vision blurred with tears, her entire body trembling under his every thrust. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her slim figure arching again and again from the overwhelming sensation. Her toes curled in helpless tension, pale from the strain.

Sweet gasps, slurred moans, and broken cries spilled into the night, each sound deepening its color into something more obscene, more exuberant.

Sweet gasps, slurred moans, broken cries, layer after layer of the night color obscener and more exuberant.

In the seclusion of that shadowed bedchamber, the symphony of their forbidden union played again and again, echoing with unrestrained intensity.