Last part of the prologue~

Gwendolyn, still dizzy from the strong pleasure, hardly registered when the man shifted. Satisfied she had admitted, he immediately continued his assault into her honey-dewed hole with furious momentum. 

“Ahhh, ah, noo, ahhhhhhh.”

The intensity was too much. A strong wave swept Gwendolyn’s consciousness in her climax. She jerked, and her whole body writhed at the sensation.

“Urgh.”

Immediately after, the man groaned like a beast and released copious amounts of a thick cloudy liquid into Gwendolyn’s innermost depths.

“Oh…., oh, oh…”

Gwendolyn sank limply into the sheets. Her energy had depleted to the point she could no longer move a finger. Her inner walls, eagerly swallowing the man’s desire, shuddered obscenely. It converged, accepting every drop of the man’s satisfaction.

“Hah.”

The man deeply exhaled with contentment and collapsed onto Gwendolyn’s back. The feel of his hot, sweaty, muscular body made her body betray her mind in want. She hated that. Tears overflowed from the corner of her closed eyes as she despised herself for feeling that way towards him. They dampened her cheeks, and the man kissed them before they fell onto the quilt.

“It was good, wasn’t it? You are mine, even this last drop of your tear. Whilst you still breathe, your life and your sweet body are mine,” he whispered.

Gwendolyn’s heart froze. She mustered the strength to make her raw voice audible. 

“I hate you… I hate… you so much. You did this to me; I hate you….”

The man sneered. 

“That’s right. Hate me. Hate makes us stronger. You still won't be able to leave me, so hate me more.” 

Gwendolyn bit her lip tightly. The man was right. No matter how deep her hatred was, the fierce, burning emotions flooded afterwards. She loved him. She hated him. She loved him so much she wanted to kill him.