CHAPTER 143: CHAPTER 142. INSIDE THE BUBBLE (M)

Sarah shuddered as the voice traveled deep into her brain. She never had any intention of marrying, but the word "newlyweds" sounded so sensual and...arousing. It sounded like a bubble in which nothing existed but the two of them—peaceful and safe.

Safe for them to do whatever they wanted. Safe enough for her to do what she usually avoided, like having sexual action somewhere other than a bed.

With clear permission, Hajin no longer had any worry or hesitation about devouring his princess. He rubbed her through the fabric of her shorts, making her arch against him more. Carefully holding her jaw, Hajin tilted her head to kiss her lips, at the same time slipping his hand inside her pants.

"Mmh!" Sarah moaned into the kiss, squirming as the bodyguard’s deft fingers rubbed her wet. She found herself eagerly moving her hips, asking for more friction at the front and back.

Hajin chuckled and groaned between kisses, moaning in discomfort for his trapped erection. As if understanding him, Sarah scrambled her hand behind her back, unbuckling the bodyguard’s belt. Hajin wanted to tease his princess about how eager she was and how skillful she became, but he couldn’t say anything when all he could do was moan the moment her hands freed him from his pants.

When Sarah started to stroke and fondle him, Hajin reciprocated in kind, pushing inside her with his fingers after sliding off her shorts out of the way. Sarah shuddered from the sudden chill that assaulted her exposed skin, but also the pleasure tingling she hadn’t enjoyed in a while.

Sarah gasped, throwing her head on a broad shoulder. Her back arched even more, pushing the fingers deeper inside. She had to let go of Hajin’s erection and scrambled to hold his upper arms for anchors, otherwise, she might grip it too hard instead.

Didn’t matter--it was already so hard and hot without her help, throbbing and dripping with pre just from rubbing against her bare ass. She would have thought he wanted to have her from behind if it wasn’t for the hard work he did on the front. Hajin moved his fingers like he was on a mission, and Sarah could feel it deep in her abdomen.

She grasped the man’s hair and whined against his snarling lips. "H-hurry up!"

Hajin laughed in a low, almost dark chuckle. He really wanted to slam her down the kitchen table and had her raw--thankfully, he had enough strands of reason holding back his self-restraint.

Wet, squelching sound that Sarah would have found embarrassing in the past resounded in the kitchen as Hajin let go of her to grab a condom. Seeing the man take out a packet from his back pocket, Sarah--holding onto the counter while managing her breath--almost wanted to roll her eyes.

"Do you...have that everywhere?"

Hajin licked his lips while putting on the rubber, leaning down to purr against Sarah’s neck. "How else can I fuck you everywhere, Princess?"

"...pervert."

"Who’s blushing from this pervert?"

"I didn’t--oh! Ahh..." Sarah gasped, her protest turning into moans as Hajin grabbed her waist and pulled her back. She could feel the hard tip against her wet, prepared entrance, and Hajin didn’t waste time pushing through. "Ha-ahh!"

"Haa--" Hajin groaned while pressing himself to his princess, inside and out. Burying his face in the black hair he missed, still carrying the salon’s scent, Hajin pushed all the way, all at once.

The pressure, delicious as it was, prompted Sarah to raise her torso and grab the overhead kitchen storage, gasping sharply before moans were forced out of her throat.

Grabbing his princess’s hands on the shelf, Hajin laughed as if he were losing his mind, kissing the girl’s cheek softly while moving his hips hard. "You’re gripping me so nicely, Princess," he whispered all cheerfully. "Why are you so sensitive today? You’re that excited, mm?"

Sarah parted her lips to quip back, but she could only make a series of ’ahh’ sounds. Not that she had any good--or honest--comeback, since she did feel more eager than usual. It felt weird doing it in a house where her mother used to stay, but the fact that it was her house made her feel like she could loosen up more. The moans were not escaping her lips, they were running on their own accord, sprinting across her tongue.

And Hajin had no courtesy to shut her up with a kiss like usual. His lips were busy with her neck, sucking skin and drawing artworks as if the tattoo on her shoulder was not enough.

"Ngh...ahh...J-jin..." Sarah breathed heavily, biting her lips to swallow and pushing out some words. "My...my legs..."

Sarah did manage to prevent herself from crashing against the kitchen counter by holding onto the overhead shelf, but Hajin’s harsh move was hard to bear for her legs, which were also dangerously close to hitting the cabinet. Sarah felt like she would already fall over if her leg was hurting as usual, but damn if it wasn’t so good.

"Ah...pardon me," Hajin whispered before straightening his back, dragging himself almost all the way out and making Sarah keen in agonizing pleasure.

She had thought Hajin would slow down, but she realized quickly that wasn’t the case when he drove forward again, even harder than before. "Ahh!" Sarah let out something between a gasp and a shriek, an electrifying sensation spreading all over her body. In the second her mind was getting hazy from the sharp assault of pleasure, Hajin clutched her bracing hands and peeled her off the shelf.

"Ah, wait...Jin--"

Clutching Sarah’s hands in his, Hajin pulled his princess back, away from the kitchen counter, and wrapped her in a tight embrace. Arms trapped within the hug, Sarah had nothing to anchor herself but the man impaling her deep--so deep her legs no longer touched the floor.

Sarah gasped sharply, and that was the last time she made a noise for a while. As she was secured within the bodyguard’s arms, her legs flailed around Hajin’s sturdy pair; impaled and suspended.

Each thrust was aimed at the spots that made her see stars, and Sarah had no idea whether Hajin was so precise or his size and the position just let him reach the good places without any effort.

Each thrust set her nerves alight, one by one, and she could only part her lips in vain. Air seemed to be robbed off her lungs when she felt her whole inside was shaken with every movement.

Each thrust was just so, so good Sarah felt she was doing something blasphemous. Perhaps she did.

Soon enough, all of her nerves were ablazed with sparks and tingling sensations. Her body jerked, and her throat found its vigor back as she finally made some noises again.

"Oh, J-jin!" Sarah felt her body start tensing up, and she couldn’t help but call out with a plea.

"What, haa...what is it, Princess?" Hajin asked with bated breath. Not that he didn’t know what she wanted; he could feel it from the way her body tensed and how she was clenching around him oh so deliciously. "Are you almost there?"

"Mmh!" the reply came through a strained moan. "Don’t--ahh--don’t stop!"

Hajin tightened his hold while laughing breathlessly on her shoulder. "Wouldn’t...dream of it!"

And true to his words, Hajin kept on his relentless pace. Rather than kissing Sarah to muffle her moans like usual, however, he let her voice fill the room, the whole house, like a baptism of their new lair. It got higher and higher until she went rigid in his hold, and her moans turned into a sharp gasp, tapering into a series of whimpers as they went down from their high.

Went down to the kitchen floor too, while at it.

Still hugging his princess tightly, Hajin laughed in a breathy voice on her shoulder. Just like Sarah, he felt a certain sense of euphoria, as if doing something for the first time. Was it because they did it in a place she called their home? Not hers, but theirs. As if Hajin had the right to that place.

As if Hajin had a right to her.

"Seul-ah..." Hajin whispered, soft and gentle, unlike his aggressive ministration. "Lee Seul-ah..."

Taking a deep breath, Hajin smiled contentedly. He softly kissed the girl’s sweaty temple, inhaling the scent on her neck as if he could possess it. Slowly, he loosened his hold so they could clean up and change, but Sarah pulled his arms around her again, as if telling him to keep holding her.

A request he would never deny, but Hajin still asked curiously. "What is it, Princess?"

Looking up with eyes flickering in a daze and lashes matted in tears, Sarah replied in a breathy whisper. "B-bed..." she sounded like she could barely breathe and was on the verge of exhaustion, yet her flushed cheeks and gleaming eyes exhibited a hidden desire. "Let’s continue...in bed..."

Hajin almost snarled in excitement. Oh, might as well call it a honeymoon.