Flower in the Trap - Chapter 8

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Linaelina clasped the balcony railing with damp palms, her arms trembling faintly as moonlight traced their delicate lines, rendering her figure slender and defenseless. She leaned into the night breeze, her cheeks tinged with heat, while a few strands of her long hair clung stubbornly to the sweat-slick skin of her neck.

Kaellian stood behind her, his body pressed against her trembling form, his hot p*nis nestled against the soft, moist crevice between her legs, grinding slowly back and forth. When the tip of his hardness inadvertently ran over the sensitive and delicate cl*tor*s, a ripple of sensation ran down her spine, impossible to suppress.

He lowered his head, his gaze hungrily tracing the curves revealed under the dim glow of night. That fragile, blossoming expression of desire stirred an overwhelming urge to consume her whole. Her rounded, snow-pale hips, paired with the subtle quiver of her waist, trembled like a silent invitation, an unspoken temptation that awakened the beast buried deep within him.

Kaellian’s gaze darkened, a subtle shadow flickering beneath the surface of his rising desire.

Remembering what she had said earlier, she timidly said to him, ‘No need …… to share a bed with me.’

The words pierced his heart like a needle, not painful, but leaving behind a quiet, inexplicable anger.

Yet now, her gaze was unfocused, her voice trembled, and her body seemed to tremble with longing for his touch, a sight that only deepened the irritability stirring within him.

It was a cruel irony. She wished to retreat, while he had every intention of leaving her no place to escape.

His hardened shaft slid slowly back and forth between her moist, tender v*gin*, each movement deliberate and unhurried.

“Kae …… ah, mmm ……” Linaelina let out a soft, trembling moan, her voice laced with a sweetness she couldn’t conceal, like a silken thread unraveling, weaving into the stillness of the night and the pale moonlight.

Her hips lifted slightly, trembling as they rose a few inches, as if silently pleading for more.

Kaellian’s throat moved with a quiet swallow, a dark fire smoldering his eyes. One hand rose to cup her breast, his palm pressed firmly against the tenderness and fullness of her breast. His fingers slowly moved, kneading and tracing the contours of the nipples, drawing out her reactions with every deliberate touch.

His touch was gentle, yet it made her shiver, each stroke carrying a teasing edge that left her gasping and trembling, unable to steady herself.

With his other hand, he grasped her rounded, firm *ss cheeks, his fingers sinking into the plush curves, his palm savoring the soft resilience of her skin.

In the next instant, he thrust against her sensitive cl*tor*s without warning, the heat and firmness of him crashing into her with sudden force. A jolt of pleasure surged through her like an electric current, making Linaelina shudder violently as her waist arched reflexively into a graceful, tempting curve.

“Kae… please…” Linaelina nearly sobbed, her moist eyes shimmering with tears. Her body was stretched to its limit under his relentless teasing, her breathing ragged, her legs so weak they threatened to give out with the slightest touch.

She ached for him to p*n*trate her, to fill that teased, wet, empty v*gin*, he had stirred inside her. Yet all she could do was remain suspended in that torment, every second stretching endlessly, like flames slowly devouring the edges of her sanity.

Kaellian leaned in, his lips brushing her sensitive earlobe, ignoring her desperate plea. “Hmm?” he murmured softly.

His hand slid down to the inside of her thigh, fingers pressing and kneading the tender skin. He stroked the heat of her trembling flesh, setting her already frayed nerves alight with sensation.

“Put it in… please, put it in …” Linaelina trembled, with unbearable longing and blushing, broken and sweet begging.

Hearing her sweet, maddeningly blunt plea shattered the last remnants of Kaellian’s self-control.
“As you wish, Princess,” he murmured.

In the next instant, he buried his er*ct p*nis deep into her hot, wet, tight v*gin*. The overlapping heat between them felt almost unbearable, as if the very air around them had begun to steam. He sank lower, driving into the core of her sensitive depths with unrelenting force.

Linaelina whimpered at the sudden intrusion, her body tightening like a drawn bow. But before she could fully catch her breath, he had already begun to move, slow, deep strokes that pressed against every fragile, trembling nerve.

“Kae… ah… ahh…” Her soft moans escaped in trembling threads, her pale fingers clinging to the balcony railing as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality. Her body was swept up in the growing waves of pleasure, and as he pushed her deeper into it, she gave herself over completely, no longer able or willing to resist.

Kaellian leaned in close to her ear, his breath warm and laced with mischief as he nibbled on her delicate earlobe.

“Can you hold out, little princess?” he whispered, a teasing edge in his voice.

One hand slid over her soft breasts, his fingertips curling around the trembling peaks, gently twisting them and drawing another muffled cry from her lips. His other hand rested firmly on her flat stomach, steadying her as he felt every tremor, every response, guiding the rhythm of her body.

Kaellian shifted the pace with deliberate intent, at times moving slow and deep, then pulling back to grind and tease. He moved her with care and control, pushing and drawing her along with him. Linaelina’s breathing grew ragged, her gasps lingering in the night air, while a trembling wetness and aching sweetness bloomed within her, filling her chest with unbearable heat.

The org*sm crashed over her like a tidal wave, and Linaelina shuddered, her whole body tensed like a bow. A broken moan escaped her throat as her v*gin* spasming and contracting uncontrollably, wrapping itself around Kaellian so tightly that she could hardly move.

Sensing the way she tightened around him, Kaellian let out a low chuckle. Rather than slow down, he moved even harder, each thrust more fierce and relentless than the last. He drove into her again and again, as though pulling her out of the aftershocks of her first release and dragging her straight into another.

“It’s so tight, Princess,” he whispered against her ear, his tone laced with cruel affection and the thrill of possession.

Linaelina shivered, her senses burning as if consumed by fire. The pleasure flooded her nerves like wildfire, searing through her with no mercy. Before she could catch her breath, a second wave of pleasure crashed over her without warning. She moaned and whimpered, her legs weakening, her entire body melting under his control.

Kaellian bent forward, sliding an arm under her knee and lifting one leg high, forcing her open even more. Then he sank his hips and drove into her again, plunging deeper into her most sensitive depths.

“Ah……. Ah ……,” she whimpered out of control, trembling with her release, her skin wet with sweat and slippery against his firm chest. One of her hands gripped Kaellian’s arm around her, barely able to stand, only her toes barely touching the ground.

“Kae… no… no… no… no…” Linaelina cried out, pleading for mercy. Her voice quivered with a mix of fear, helpless addiction, and aching loss.

Kaellian held her waist with one hand, continuing to thrust into her from behind without slowing down. “I’ve got you. Don’t be afraid,” he murmured.

It was as if he was intentionally pushing her to the brink of collapse, slamming and crushing into the depths of her tender center, drawing out the rawest desires buried within her body.

After two overwhelming orgasms, Linaelina’s mind had already grown hazy. Her eyes fluttered, barely focused, the corners of her lips damp, and her voice came in faint, broken gasps from her throat.

Kaellian sensed that she was nearing her breaking point, but he had no intention of letting her go. His movements remained steady, deep, and powerful as ever.

The third orgasm finally crashed over her, and Linaelina collapsed into his arms, her body drawn tight with tension. Her nails dug into the muscles of Kaellian’s arms, her moans reduced to barely audible tremors.

Only then did Kaellian let out a low growl, burying himself deep inside her as he released with fierce intensity into her pulsing warmth.

Rolling, scalding pleasure surged into her, mixing with her own nectar in a slick, burning wave. Linaelina trembled at the sudden fullness, her waist twitching as she pressed into him, the last of her strength melting away under the overwhelming pleasure.

The two of them panted in silence, the only sounds left were their heartbeats and the whisper of the night breeze. Kaellian slowly withdrew from Linaelina’s body, their mingled essence sliding down her thighs, glistening in the silver moonlight like a quiet, breathtaking painting.

She lay weakly in his arms, her breath was in turmoil, tiny tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. She looked like a delicate flower, battered by a storm and ready to fall, fragile, beautiful, and heartbreakingly tender.

Kaellian leaned over and whispered by her ear, his voice was low and gentle “I will carry you inside ……” With those words, he drew her into his arms with tender care, holding her sideways as he carried her away.

“Mmm……” Linaelina murmured, her consciousness hazy. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head lightly against the warmth of his shoulder, curling into him like a soft, trusting cat.

Kaellian looked down at her, his eyes were filled with a rare tenderness and quiet intoxication, so different from the fierce, ruthless man he had been only moments ago.

He walked steadily into the bedroom. The breeze drifted in from the balcony, stirring the light curtains. The candlelight flickered gently, casting their intertwined silhouettes on the wall… blurred and intimate, like a dream caught in flame and shadow.

Kaellian laid her gently onto the soft bed, his movements slow and tender. Afterward, he turned and returned with a warm washcloth. Kneeling beside her, he began to wipe her clean, little by little, careful with every touch.

Linaelina felt so weak and drowsy that she could only close her eyes and let him do what he wanted.

After tidying up, Kaellian brought over some warm water and took a sip first. Then, leaning down, he passed it from his lips to Linaelina, who was already drifting into sleep. The cool liquid flowed slowly between them, like the lingering traces of desire murmuring against their lips.

“Want some more?” he asked softly.

Linaelina’s eyelids fluttered. It took a moment before she shook her head, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks as they lowered again.

Seeing this, Kaellian stroked her cheek and murmured, “Then go to sleep.”

Linaelina let out a faint hum and curled beneath the thin blanket he had drawn over her. Her breathing gradually slowed, becoming soft and steady. Kaellian lay down beside her, pulling her gently into his arms, and soon drifted off to sleep with her in peaceful silence.