TSMMT Ch 81

He Thinks I Am Beautiful

Rough hands tore her garments open. Dianna stared at him in shock. She had to say something. The fury hidden beneath his desperation choked the breath from her throat instantly.

He looked ready to devour her. His massive body pinned her down, threatening to consume her completely. Yet, strangely, fear failed to grip her.

For some reason, the thought of this man striking her in anger never crossed her mind.

How strange. Why is this so different from my past life?

Even in that timeline, he had shared her bed. Yet, that encounter never evoked a sensation like this.

Was it because this provocative touch was absent then? Was it because he had failed to stimulate her with ragged breaths and scalding palms?

[Dianna] "Haa……."

A hot breath leaked from her lips. Instantly, a sharp fabric tear echoed through the room, and the garments draping her body vanished. His rigid arousal pressed firmly against her lower back. Dianna turned around cautiously.

Having already feasted on her lips, his own mouth was smudged with her crimson lipstick.

Locking eyes with Dianna, Guiscard slowly wiped his thumb across her lips. His veiny fingers, stained red, looked strangely sensual.

His gaze, looking down at her, shone as brilliantly as an enchanting jewel, freezing her in place.

His hair was pitch-black, and his lips were vividly red. He resembled a vampire from legends who seduced women to drink their blood; despite his underlying ferocity, the slow movements of his lips carried a heavy, sensual grace. He looked as if he were deliberately seducing her.

Dianna stared at his face as if under a spell before snapping back to reality and averting her gaze. Confusion still gripped her. The bizarre desire he harbored toward her failed to make any sense.

In her past life, their intimacy resembled a forced obligation born of their status as husband and wife. The monster she loathed in that timeline had merely used her body to vent his raw lust.

[Guiscard] "Look up."

Dianna looked up at his command. A tempest of kisses descended upon her.

Pulling her upright, Guiscard leaned down and suckled her skin. A tongue swirled against her, providing a teasing stimulation. A sharp wave of pleasure rippled down her spine.

[Dianna] "Hngh!"

The act felt incredibly explicit. She had never experienced anything like this while standing. Her waist arched sharply.

[Dianna] "To…… the bed."

Yet he ignored her plea. A warm, wet, and slick sensation suckled her continuously.

[Dianna] "Ah, ugh……"

This man was suckling her greedily. That action alone drove her to the brink of madness. She attempted to push his shoulders away, but her hand wound up wrapping tightly around one of his arms instead.

[Dianna] "Your Majesty! Please, on the bed!"

The logic eluded her. Why stand like this when a bed was right there?

But Guiscard lifted his gaze to Dianna, his eyes dazed and unfocused.

Shock rippled through her upon realizing that the expression on his face and the reflection of herself mirrored in his violet eyes were identical.

[Guiscard] "No."

[Dianna] "Ughhh……"

[Guiscard] "Today, you must look only at me."

He whispered.

Dianna gasped for air repeatedly under the agonizing weight of the pleasure. Her body burned with an agonizing ache, feeling entirely foreign, as if it belonged to someone else. Terror gripped her. Because she was terrified, she desperately wished for this encounter to end quickly.

[Dianna] "I am looking, I am looking, so please……"

Guiscard didn't hold back either. Gripping her hips, he lifted her effortlessly.

Dianna writhed, wrapping her arms around his neck. The bare warmth of his skin pressed against her arms; he had already stripped away every piece of his own clothing as well.

This time, she expected to be laid upon the bed. Instead, he pressed her firmly against the wall. Holding her pelvis, he forced her legs apart. Losing her balance, her upper body slumped over his shoulder as she stared at him in utter shock.

[Dianna] "……Wait."

Clinging to him like a helpless child while suspended in the air felt thoroughly unsightly. Guiscard pressed a brief kiss against her lips, the corner of his mouth curving upward.

[Guiscard] "I told you I would go mad, didn't I?"

An outrageous reality was about to unfold. As a rigid presence pressed firmly against her entrance, she attempted to flee, but her back met nothing but the solid wall.

His objective stood clear: he intended to force her to focus exclusively on him. No repulsion surfaced within her. Dianna merely found the sheer weight of accepting him overwhelming.

Holding her breath involuntarily, she focused entirely on how ruthlessly he pried her open, how violently he invaded her, and how he crushed everything within her.

[Dianna] "Ah……"

Tears spilled from her eyes. Witnessing her tear-stained face, Guiscard knit his brows.

[Guiscard] "Do you hate it?"

He deployed his formal tone once more. Dianna gestured a refusal. This response didn't stem from sorrow, nor did it mean she felt violated.

[Dianna] "I-It is just…… because it feels good. Ah!"

Now, she finally understood the true nature of a cry of ecstasy. Shedding silent tears, the man who invaded her, possessed her, and stood completely consumed by her focused entirely on the enchanting sensation with a face as thoroughly dazed as her own. She felt pushed to the brink of madness.

[Guiscard] "Look only at me. Look only at me."

Hr whispered. Dianna nodded frantically, replying with a tearful cry.

I am looking, I am looking.

The boy she had once sheltered and set free could never escape her after all. No, he refused to escape, desperately begging for her gaze while demanding that she look only at him.

The realization carried a note of desperation; it felt pitiful. Yet that thought vanished in a flash, leaving absolutely no room for reflection. Every time he pierced through her, her mind went completely blank, leaving her capable of nothing but weeping cries.

At some point, rationality abandoned her completely. Dianna parted her lips whenever his face drew near, caring nothing even when he left prominent marks on her neck.

Panting heavily while remaining locked in his embrace, Dianna looked down at him. His eyes were red with heavy arousal.

[Guiscard] "Damn it…… You are beautiful. So beautiful."

His dazed eyes kept repeating the word.

A stiff, ugly thing like me is beautiful? And why must he always swear like that?

Guiscard gathered Dianna into his arms, finally letting her rest upon the bed. As she released a ragged breath, the King lay down beside her and pressed a kiss against her sweat-slicked forehead.

[Guiscard] "Look who is beside you."

[Dianna] "……."

[Guiscard] "I am right beside you."

As he spoke, his palm slid over the center of her chest, down to her navel. Still highly sensitive, she arched her waist instinctively.

[Guiscard] "Why?"

He chuckles softly, his fingers tracing her hip bone. The movement felt like a simple caress, yet it provided a strange stimulation that forced her body to twist involuntarily.

[Guiscard] "Who could have known My Lady could cry with such a beautiful face?"

[Dianna] "……."

[Guiscard] "The bastard who claimed you were like a corpse doesn't deserve to breathe. His eyes were completely broken."

The sudden declaration of self-destruction left Dianna bewildered.

[Guiscard] "It is true. His eyes deserve to be gouged out."

Confronted by a husband talking about gouging out eyes in the bridal bed, she offered absolutely no response, simply turning her back to him.

[Guiscard] "I told you to look at me."

He pressed his body firmly against hers. A heat intense enough to burn her skin radiated against her back. Leaning down, he bit her neck.

[Dianna] "Hngh! Wait……"

Forcing her legs apart as she lay on her side, he began to stimulate her with his hand.

[Dianna] "Ah, wa—"

He spoke no further. He pried her thighs wider and drove inside once more.

Dianna gripped the sheets tightly. Unlike the gentle approach of their first wedding night, this encounter raged so violently that cries hovering between moans and screams escaped her lips continuously.

Have I ever experienced such intense stimulation?

Whenever she attempted to catch her breath, he stimulated her anew, prolonging the act. As the sensations pushed her past the brink of sanity, Dianna burst into tears. Yet this man greedily licked away her very tears, consuming them hungrily.

Certainty washed over her.

This man doesn't loathe me the way he did in my past life. He loves sharing a bed with me.

He experiences this exact pleasure just as much as I do—if not more. This man loves my body. He finds me absolute beauty.

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