10 rules of a Secretary chapter 92- MATURE

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Over the countless times we’d been together, he’d always prepared my body thoroughly before entering.

His movements were slow, allowing me to adjust to the initial pressure; he’d then press firmly against the sensitive spot within, easing the tension in my body.

Only now do I realize those careful touches were Doha’s way of showing concern.

“Ah… uh, ngh!”

Each shallow, quick thrust into me made my hips arch instinctively.

His large hands gripped my thighs and knees, driving deeper within.

“Ah! Ugh… ah…”

My fingers gripped the sheets, and the mattress swayed beneath me with every motion.

His hot length withdrew fully, only to push back in, filling me with a single, deep thrust.

“Ah… aah…!”

My neck strained, head tilting back as my inner walls shivered with the impact of his body meeting mine.

“Ah, ah… slower… please… ngh…!”

I blinked, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, and saw his flushed cheeks, revealing his growing excitement.

Pleasure-filled tears clung to my lashes, blurring my vision, and when I managed to refocus, his parted lips released raw, quiet groans.

With each rough plunge into me, my lower abdomen tightened, my insides burning like a kettle set to boil.

Each thrust brought blinding flashes to my vision, fading to black as his face contorted subtly in concentration, a deep crease forming between his brows.

The sensation intensified with each low moan slipping past his lips.

“Stop… I can’t… ah…!”

The words fractured, lost in broken breaths, my voice unable to fully form them.

Yet his movements only grew bolder, as if he knew precisely how close to the edge I was, pressing deeper as if attuned to every tremor.

The sheets were soaked where I lay, his pulsing length pulling back, and I could feel the slickness pooling beneath us.

When he withdrew, the sudden emptiness left me aching, prompting me to seek him again.

And as if answering my silent plea, Doha re-entered, his swollen tip pressing firmly inside.

My head tilted back in response, my legs trembling.

My gaze landed on my toes, still covered by white socks that slipped in and out of view.

With one forceful thrust, his heat filled me, the pressure almost unbearable.

I could feel myself close to the edge, my body tightening around him, the white-hot rush leaving a damp mess on my abdomen.

“Aah… ngh…”

Even as the waves of release faded, his powerful form remained inside, each movement scraping my sensitized insides.

I flinched, bracing myself against the mattress, the wet sheets brushing against my skin.

“Wait… stop, please… ngh…!”

I expected him to withdraw, but he stayed buried within, and when I looked up, I saw his hand gripping my hip tightly.

Just as I wondered why, I felt a subtle, growing pressure inside.

“No… what’s…?”

Reflexively, I tried to move away, but Doha held me securely in place, wrapping me in his grasp.

A strange, new sensation spread within me as his presence expanded, stretching my insides as though there was no more room left.

“Ah…”

A nervous tremor rose within me.

It was as though molten heat poured into my lower abdomen, spreading thick and heavy.

His length, growing within, seemed determined not to let a single drop escape.

It was… knotting.

My face paled.

My hips bucked instinctively, pressing my feet against the mattress in a futile attempt to relieve the pressure.

The first time I’d ever experienced an alpha’s knot was relentless, persistent.

“Please… take it out! It hurts…!”

My body trembled uncontrollably as I gasped for breath, helpless against the pressure.

I scratched at the sheets, desperate, but it was as if a hook held my insides captive.

“Yul-ah.”

I was crying freely now from the pain. He exhaled heavily, his fingers wiping away the tears from my eyes, then guided my hand to press against my abdomen.

Beneath my hand, I felt a bulge pushing out from within, warm and unyielding.

“Please… take it out, it hurts…!”

“Sorry, I can’t… not yet.”

His gentle press on my hand caused my breath to hitch painfully at the heightened pressure.

“It’s… tearing… Doha… please….”

Tears welled up uncontrollably.

I feared the knot would leave lasting marks inside, widening me so that I’d never return to how I was before.

That thought alone made me gasp for breath, fear seeping into my sobs.

I writhed beneath him, desperate to escape, but he held me firmly in place.

I looked down, terrified, seeing the grotesque bulge pressing against my thin skin.

“Yul-ah, hold it down gently, so it doesn’t tear.”

His words barely registered, but I obeyed, pressing gently against the swollen part with trembling hands.

The searing heat beneath my palm felt as though it might burn through me, and tears streamed down my face.

“It hurts…”

“Mm. Keep holding it… you’ll be fine.”

He placed gentle kisses on my tear-streaked cheeks.

Though his voice was soothing, his eyes looked distant, lost, as if he wasn’t fully there.

That unfocused look scared me, and I sobbed harder.

Every time I did, he murmured, “So beautiful,” and pressed a kiss to my face.

When the knot finally softened, he still lingered inside, as if reluctant to part.

His lips grazed over my skin, leaving playful bites on my cheeks and collarbones, murmuring as he inhaled deeply, perhaps to catch the scent of my pheromones.

“If only you’d let me mark you, I wouldn’t feel so insecure.”

“…”

“If you did, it wouldn’t scare me so much…”

He muttered repeatedly, pressing his fevered forehead to my shoulder.

His affectionate nuzzling was like that of a cat, and though I couldn’t answer his insecurity, I raised my hand, hugging him close.

Unable to offer a real answer, this was the best I could do.

My hand tapped gently on his sweat-dampened back, filling the quiet room with a sound like a light slap. I paused after a few taps.

“Why… are you getting… hard again?”

“It’s just… my growth phase.”

“What? You’re way past that age…!”

I wanted to protest, to push him off, but he only leaned in closer, kissing me with that shameless smile of his.

“That just means I’ll be eating you up again.”

His word choice was as terrible as ever. I tried to push him away, but he held my legs, flipping me onto my stomach.

Before I had time to react, he parted my cheeks, positioning me in a provocative pose.

“Didn’t I tell you we have six days left?”

Keeping his promise, he slid back inside, the slick entrance welcoming him as he filled me once more.

“Ngh… ah…”

My grip on the sheets tightened in nervous anticipation, making the bones on the back of my hand turn white.

I leaned back deeply, taking in a sharp breath as his shaft slowly withdrew from me.

I turned my head toward the window, hoping to gauge the passage of time, but thick blackout curtains blocked any hint of daylight.

Beneath them, only breathy moans filled the room.

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I finally managed to lift my eyelids.

My eyes felt gritty, making it hard to fully open them.

Lying there for a while, blinking slowly, I eventually sat up.

Just then, I felt a heavy arm draped over my waist and tried to turn around.

“Ah….”

There was something filling me, lodged deeply against my inner walls.

I could clearly feel how stretched I was at the entrance.

With a dreadful suspicion, I let my hand trace down and felt a warm, unmistakable shape at my fingertips.

My face paled.

Was he really asleep with himself still inside me?

I couldn’t understand this insanity, but I tried to stay calm, or at least to pretend to be, and carefully moved my hips.

As I eased myself off him, I felt a subtle sensation in my lower abdomen, but if I went further, it might just kill me.

I had no intention of dying from a ruptured intestine, so I gritted my teeth and finally pulled away.

Every morning, I was waking up with my back in searing pain.

I never expected I’d confirm my own survival in such a… painful, degrading way. Life was tough.

“Ha… shit…”

My entrance kept gaping, almost begging to be filled again.

I felt strangely empty with him gone, but I told myself it would pass.

Catching my breath, I slowly turned around.

Right next to me, Doha was deeply asleep.

His firmly shut lips looked unusually red, his sharp, flawless features coming into full view.

He looked like a well-crafted sculpture, but the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders reassured me he was alive.

After waving a hand in front of his face to confirm he was fast asleep, I finally allowed myself to move a bit more.

This damn beast.

Overflowing with energy he clearly doesn’t know what to do with.

I swallowed the words I couldn’t say aloud, sighing instead.

Life felt like it was plunging into the depths.

I’d lost my mind over a kiss and ended up completely giving myself to this beast of a man.

So, did I hate it?

Not in the slightest.

I never knew I was so weak to pleasure.

Well, actually, I did know.

When we first met and went at it in that hotel room, I had a hint.

Doha was amazing at sex.

Actually, anything that came out of his mouth seemed to be.

I couldn’t help but sigh again.

The stories about an alpha in rut… they weren’t exaggerations.

For the first three days, I survived on barely a few bites of dessert here and there, thinking I might just dissolve at any moment.

Whether my eyes were open or closed, I felt him deep inside me.

To withstand Doha’s relentless assault, I had to cling on tight.

His burning body heat never cooled, and by the end, I even found myself crying from the pleasure.

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