Love Prisoner

Chapter 2 Crazy Love

In this way, love and desire are intertwined, and they gaze deeply at each other. If time could freeze completely, he truly hopes that the sun, moon, plants, and the eternal wilderness will all be frozen at this moment. She can only forever be in his embrace, crying with pleasure. Except for him, no other man can give her such ecstasy.

"My princess..."

He murmurs softly. The force of his thrusts below him becomes heavier and heavier, as if he wants to penetrate deep into her soul and make everything about her completely exposed before him. Her small mouth becomes even more parched. She can no longer make a sound and can only make a single "ah ah" sound. It's unknown whether it's sweetness or pain.

The man's hoarse laughter is extremely clear in the night. He lovingly lowers his head and kisses her sweat-drenched forehead. His thin lips slightly part, and his tongue, flexible like a snake, twists and turns on her bright red lips, biting and sucking, entangling her small lilac tongue.

His big hand covers the place where they are intimately joined and kneads. Occasionally, it enters the tight and moist cave along with his constantly thrusting erection and wanders around. His black eyes gaze deeply at her from beginning to end, as if engraving every expression on her face in his heart.

"No more..."

She shakes her head wildly, with tears welling up in her eyes due to the terrifying pleasure that is on the verge of death.

"Let me go. Please... I don't want it anymore. I don't want it anymore..."

Her delicate body, as smooth as milk, twists under him, trying to avoid the pleasure that surges towards her limbs and bones like a tide. But it only increases the friction force on him, making him even more erect.

Pressing against that soft pink lip, he teases and smiles:

"No... How can that be? What I give you, you must accept it!"

The movements below him become even more intense. Each thrust goes deep into her innermost part,invading that warm and tightly closed womb. The obvious mark on her snow-white belly becomes even more terrifying.

The two are so intimately intertwined with each other, but their hearts are a million miles apart.

The man's desperate eyes gaze deeply at her like this. He wants to remember every gasp and every expression of hers. Then, whether he lives or dies in the future, he will never forget that once, she completely belonged to him, to him alone. Even if she is unwilling or wronged, she can only beg for love under him.

"Don't forget me..."

He lowers his head and whispers softly in her ear. His voice is actually full of pleading. Immersed in lust, how can she detect his abnormality? She just opens her small mouth and makes silent cries. Crystal-clear tears slide down from the corners of her eyes due to the passion that she can't bear.

He suddenly lowers his body and hugs her into his arms. His rough face is buried in her fragrant neck. His lips constantly peck and kiss the snow-white skin. The fiery big palm has already reached the fullness on her chest, gently and slowly caressing and kneading, making the two pink and tender red cherries extremely beautiful and magnificent.

"So beautiful..."

Fascinatedly staring at this pair of flawless fullness, the man finally can't resist taking it into his mouth and savoring it carefully.

"Ah ah..."

She opens her small mouth and makes silent moans. She wants to move her legs away but is powerless. One of her slender and long beautiful legs is placed on the man's waist, and the other rests on the blue sheet. The whole room is filled with an erotic smell of lovemaking. The messiness of the big bed even more reveals the tidiness and flawlessness of the room.

The faster the man moves, the more urgent the crisp sounds become. There is a silver chain clasped on her snow-white and slender ankle. That's why the woman can't avoid his manipulation. She can only bear it weakly and helplessly. The other end of the chain is tied to the bedpost. The diameter is very small. At most, it allows her to walk around in this room. She can't even get close to the doorknob.

After an unknown amount of time, the man is finally satisfied. After his strong body convulses for a while, he releases his burning essence deep into her body. Then he gently hugs her and turns over to sleep.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, she soon falls asleep.

Gazing quietly at her beautiful sleeping face, a gentle smile rises on the man's mouth. He gently pulls his erectness out of her silky and smooth body, causing her to make a small moan.

Getting out of bed, he unlocks the chain that has been locked on her ankle for nearly a year. He presses the chain that still has her residual warmth against his cheek, kisses it gently, and then holds her with utmost tenderness and walks towards the bathroom. She, who is extremely exhausted, only pouts her small mouth and doesn't even open her eyes.

He carefully washes her from head to toe, not missing a single hair or a patch of skin. His slender and thick fingers reach into her still swollen and tender flower cave, gently digging out the essence he just left bit by bit and rinsing it clean. His thin lips can't resist kissing it, taking in the sweet petals and sucking and licking,

making her moan softly even in her sleep.

A wry smile appears on the man's rough face, filled with countless sorrows. His big hand gently moves around her body without making her feel the slightest discomfort.

"Baby, my princess."

He holds her delicate body and murmurs absentmindedly. "Tomorrow your prince will come and take you away. And I, this humble boor, will probably spend the rest of my life in prison. My princess, you will fall in love with him, right? Compared to him, I really have nothing... "

His face is buried in her neck. The scorching breath actually sprays despair. Tears can't stop flowing from his eyes. The man kisses the snow-white and delicate body in his arms affectionately, murmuring.

"Please, don't forget me. Please..."

He doesn't expect her to love him. He only hopes that there can be a place in her heart that belongs to him. Whether it's disgust, hatred, or even fear, anything is fine. As long as she doesn't forget him, it doesn't matter how she remembers him.

My princess... I have never been a prince. I can't even be called a knight. At best, I am just a servant who silently looks up to the princess and stokes the kiln for her. However, my love is no less than that of a prince, even if you don't need it.

My princess... Do you know how many times I have met you in my dreams? And how many times I have met myself in my dreams? You always smile happily, gentle like a white cloud. And I can only forever hide in a humble corner and look from afar.

For so long, I have dreamed of you, I have dreamed of myself, but I have never dreamed of us being together.