Winter Wolf - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Lysithea was thrown onto the floor, and she looked at her reflection in the shattered mirror. The room on the third floor was dim and filled with mirrors. Despite this, she felt unafraid. However, she let out a brief moan as Terrence began to kiss her forcefully.

“Ugh…!”

He kissed her passionately, his tongue moving in and out of her mouth. His lips were tightly pressed against hers, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Lysithea felt crushed by his body due to the forceful thrusts. She attempted to push away from his hard chest, knowing it was useless, but he held her hands in place.

“Don’t do anything.”

Terrence pulled her wrists together in one hand and squeezed. His voice was low, almost a growl, as she struggled to catch her breath.

Her bound hands crunched on the soft carpet, and the buttons on his coat, which he’d worn tightly as he’d left, were ripped from his hood. Lysithea’s slender body swayed to and fro as his hands stripped her of her clothes.

The collar of her torn dress exposed her pure white br**sts. Terrence immediately bit into one of them.

“Ah!, it hurts…!”

The touch was rough, leaving a red mark on her skin. Lysithea whimpered and shivered as he n*bbl*d at her n*ppl* and l*cked the underside of her br**st.

His intentions were not to make love to her. His only desire was to satisfy his lust, to consume and devour, and to release his need. His desire turned into heat and flooded her body.

“Let go of my hand!” she said

“I won’t harm you,” he replied.

As she struggled, he smiled. Terrence released Lysithea’s hand and picked up her reddened wrist. His caresses had left her br**sts aching.

He glanced down at her body. He had been stripped of his top and sash and was only wearing black pants. Her arms were clenched, and bruises were visible from her tumble down the stairs. After briefly examining her arms, he shifted his eyes to her legs.

With his careless touch, the hem of her dress ripped with a pitiful sound. It reminded her of the night they first shared. The torn dress lay beneath her, replacing the fur blanket.

However, no affectionate attention was given.

“Ahhh…!”

Terrence lifted one of Lysithea’s thighs and penetrated her. She winced at the sudden intrusion, shaking her head and saying no, not yet.

Terrence grabbed both of Lysithea’s hands and pushed down, thrusting his c*ck deeper. Lysithea winced, squeezing hard between her legs.

“Ugh, I… can’t… take it… ah!”

Terrence lifted her suddenly and assisted her in standing up.

She attempted to stand, but he kept her standing. She believed he would force her to sit.

“No, no… ahhhh!”

He firmly held her hips, and with each step he took, her bottom felt like it was gaping open.

Lysithea begged Terrence to put her down as she clung to his neck. She could barely stifle a groan as he pushed her body against the blank wall between the mirrors.

“Mmmm… mmmm…!”

Lysithea was overwhelmed by the intense sensation. His large c*ck repeatedly hit her insides with each thrust.

She struggled helplessly with her arms around his muscular shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his waist but kept falling as she couldn’t hold on.

“Catch me.”

“I can’t… ah, that… stop!”

Lysithea held on to his thick arms with both hands, her body bending with each thrust as he pushed harder.

“Ahhhh…!”

He lowered his hand from her hip and lowered himself. She resisted the unfamiliar pleasure as his c*ck penetrated her deeper.

Lysithea did not want to fear him. However, facing his true desire for the first time was terrifying. She swayed in his arms, gasping for air like a drowning person.

She saw their reflection in the opposite mirror through the familiar pale darkness.

It was his reflection. He had a broad back that rippled with sensuality. With each thrust into her, his strength overflowed, causing his back to dent. His buttocks were barely visible above his black pants, but they were firmly shaped.

Her eyes were drawn away from the scene in the mirror for a brief moment.

“Lysithea.”

Lysithea snapped out of her daze with a bang. He was holding her arm to the side of her stunned face.

She shivered and felt guilty as she made eye contact with him. He noticed the change in her expression and smiled wickedly.

“When you’re not looking at me, are you looking at the mirror?”

“Oh, no….”

“You like it when you’re the only one having fun?”

“That’s not it. Ah!”

He moved her body from the wall and carried her to a corner. Lysithea held onto him tightly, fearing she might slip.

He pulled a couch from the corner with one hand. The couch was covered in a white cloth.

“Wait.”

Terrence leaned over and gently placed Lysithea on the couch. The unfamiliar sensation between her legs faded, and she took a deep breath. Feeling exhausted, she rested her head against the worn back of the sofa, ready to fall asleep.

Terrence wouldn’t let her rest. He prevented her from sleeping by grabbing the couch she was sitting on and dragging her across the room.

Lysithea curled up on the couch alone, staring at the black mirrors that surrounded her. Her arms and back were bruised and red from the fall down the stairs the day before. Her eyes fluttered anxiously, visible in each mirror.

She need not be afraid. Terrence hugged her lightly and took over the couch. He removed his pants and sat her on his lap, turning her to face the front.

In front of them was the only intact mirror in the room. Lysithea saw her n*ked body reflected in it as she sat on her throne.

As she blushed and turned her head away, Terrence grabbed her slender waist with both hands. She struggled to escape from his embrace as she realized what he was about to do.

“No, don’t… ah!”

She squirmed, but it was no use. Terrence gripped her waist tightly and thrust his p*n*s into her v*g*na.

“Mmm, it’s so… big.”

Terrence grabbed both of her thighs as she closed her eyes in pleasure. He held her legs together and then slowly spread them apart while whispering sweet nothings.

“Face forward.”

“No… Hmmm!”

“Quickly. Stop. Wait until I’m in.”

He inserted his p*n*s halfway, and she felt a wave of pleasure that left her breathless. Lysithea tried to stifle a moan and opened her eyes.

Her mouth was swallowing his thick c*ck.

“Uhhh…!”

As she gasped and closed her eyes again, Terrence slipped his hand between her legs. He wrapped one arm around her waist to support her. His other hand began to rub her p*ssy slowly.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Sleep; I’ll stop when you wake up.”

“You’re lying….”

“Okay. Look at me.”

He began moving his hand faster and faster, causing Lysithea to helplessly lift her eyelids in the rush of her climax.

She shuddered as she embraced him, growing wetter as she took him deeper inside her.

“You are doing well.”

He lifted his wet hand. Lysithea turned to look at him. He supported her by slipping both hands under her spread legs.

Her body lifted and then dropped back down as his c*ck plunged deep inside her.

“Hmm…!”

Lysithea whispered again. She leaned into him and stretched out, begging him to pull out.

“Look at what we were doing.”

“Ahhhhh!”

In the mirror, she was held in his hands, her legs spread wide, his c*ck sliding roughly in and out of her as he raised and lowered her body with his strong arms.

“Mmmm, no… hmmm, ahhh… ahhh…”

A grunting sound came from beneath her, louder than her growing moans. His increasingly rapid movements had Lysithea on the verge of losing her mind.

Tears began to trickle from her eyes as the pleasure was too much for her mind to handle. Her body, swinging in the air with only his hands for support, was now at its limit.

Seeing her tears in the mirror and her hands flailing helplessly, Terrence thrust his hips up one last time.

“Ha..!”

His grip on her thighs tightened as Lysithea let out a short moan. Her body rocked to his desire, taking it all in.

In the heat of the moment, Lysithea felt him nibble at the nape of her neck, holding his breath as he did so.

“You were the wolf.”

Lysithea swallowed and shivered. When she looked in the mirror, her cheeks were flushed from several org*sms.

Terrence pulled his wet lips away from the back of her neck and murmured.

“You love me?”

He sounded mocking, but Lysithea managed to reply, trembling.

“We love each other.”

Hearing those words, Terrence buried his face in her slender shoulder. Lysithea stared at him for a moment, then suddenly looked into the mirror in front of her.

Terrence’s shoulders trembled slightly in the mirror.