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Occasionally, he would slide two thick fingers just barely past her entrance… only the first knuckles… and curl them upward, pressing firmly against that spongy spot on her inner walls. He didn’t thrust them deep. He simply held them there, rubbing in tiny, devastating circles while his tongue attacked her clit at the same time.

Each time Zeyra’s breathing grew frantic, her thighs started shaking uncontrollably, and her pussy began clenching greedily around his fingers, Sol would pull away completely.

The first denial made her cry out in frustration.

The second denial had tears of overwhelming pleasure and need spilling down her flushed cheeks.

The third time, when he brought her right to the razor’s edge again… her entire body locked up, back arched high off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream… but he pulled back once more, leaving her pussy to twitch desperately.

But this time, Zeyra finally broke.

A choked sob escaped her as fresh tears slid down her temples. Her pussy was visibly swollen, puffy and glistening obscenely with a thick mixture of her juices and his saliva.

It twitched and clenched around nothing, desperate and aching for the release he kept denying her.

Only when she was a complete whimpering, tear-streaked, lust-drunk mess did Sol finally pull back.

He crawled up her trembling body slowly, kissing every inch of skin along the way… her inner thighs, her hips, her stomach, the underside of her breasts.

When he finally hovered over her, Zeyra looked utterly ruined in the most beautiful way possible. Her dark hair was messy and spread across the sheets. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, cheeks wet with tears, lips swollen and parted as she panted heavily.

Sol leaned down and kissed her deeply.

He let her taste herself on his tongue… sweet, tangy, and slick. Zeyra moaned weakly into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with desperate, exhausted hunger. Even in her overwhelmed state, she still tried to pull him closer.

“You’re so sweet,” he whispered against her lips, his voice thick with desire

“I could eat you for hours.”

Zeyra looked up at him with completely dazed, lust-drunk eyes, her body still trembling from the denied orgasm, her thighs quivering against his hips.

“But you’re cruel…” she breathed, voice hoarse and shaky, though her eyes were shining with overwhelming desire.

Sol smirked, his rock-hard cock rested hot and heavy against her inner thigh, throbbing visibly, the thick head already smeared with her juices.

“Just building the fire,” he said, kissing her again… slower this time, deeper, savoring her taste.

He leaned down and gently bit her earlobe, tugging it between his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue.

“Today,” he whispered hotly into her ear, voice filled with dark promise, “I’m going to ruin you properly.”

Zeyra shivered violently beneath him, a fresh wave of arousal dripping from her swollen pussy at his words. She clutched at his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she looked up at him with pure, helpless desire.

Sol held her close, letting her catch her breath while his hands continued roaming her body… gently caressing her breasts, stroking her sides, occasionally brushing his cock teasingly over her still-twitching pussy.

Seeing her whimper incessantly, he shifted his weight, hovering directly between her quivering, widespread thighs and finally lined his cock up with her soaking, puffy entrance.

The heat coming off him was super intense, making the air between them feel thick.

He guided the thick, pulsing length of his rock-hard cock down, lining the heavy, wet head perfectly with her weeping, swollen entrance.

The friction alone made Zeyra let out a sharp, ragged gasp, her hips instinctively bucking upward, trying to force him inside to quench the agonizing ache he had built up within her.

But Sol being Sol held back, his powerful arms locked rigid like iron pillars on either side of her head. Looking down at the slick, pristine tightness of her glistening folds, a sudden flash of sobriety cut through his lust.

Zeyra was a warrior, a genius with incredible spiritual potential, but compared to his great physical powers, her body was slender, elegant, and structured for the fine manipulation of essence, not the raw, crushing force of a Layer 2 physical powerhouse.

And most importantly, this was gonna be her first time, and the unyielding, massive power of his muscles was going to tear through her like a storm through a fragile flower if he wasn’t careful.

“Zeyra,” Sol muttered, his voice a deep, gravelly vibration that rumbled heavily against her bare breasts. He leaned down slightly, his silver-crimson eyes locking onto her dazed, unfocused gaze. “Hold on for a second. Stop moving.”

Zeyra let out a weak, frustrated whimper, her slender fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her before reaching up to grip his bicep. “Sol… please… don’t stop. I’m burning…”

“Listen to me,” Sol pressed, his tone dropping into a low, commanding tone. “I know a special circulation method, which can help lower the initial pain and bridge the barrier smoothly.”

Zeyra’s pupils instantly contracted into thin, sharp black slits. The dazed, lust-drunk haze in her eyes violently twisted into something entirely different… something dark, volatile, and overwhelmingly obsessive.

Her fingers tightened around his shoulders, her knuckles turning white, and her nails digging deep into his skin.

“No,” she hissed, her breath hitting his lips like hot steam. She shook her head frantically, her dark, messy hair wiping across bed. “Don’t use any magic. Don’t use anything to fix it, Sol. Don’t you dare dull a single thing.”

“Zeyra, it’s going to tear you open,” he warned, his jaw tightening.

“I want it to tear!” she whispered with a manic, desperate intensity that bordered on pure madness. She arched her back, forcing her weeping, puffy entrance to grind hard against the throbbing head of his cock, completely unbothered by the sudden sting of friction.

“I want to feel every single millimeter of the rupture. I want the pain, Sol. I love you… it’s the only thing in this accursed jungle that’s gonna tell me that everything is real. The pain will tell me that I’m finally, permanently yours, that you’re carving your name directly into my flesh. So break the barrier. Ruin me.”