I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 89
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“Huh, too, deep, ah, ah.”
Her words cut off intermittently. She gasped for air, overwhelmed by the spasms from deep within.
The tight embrace of her body around his completely engulfing him is incredibly satisfying. The fluids flowed seamlessly between them, locking together without a gap.
“Ha.”
He gripped her hips tightly and thrust quickly.
“Ah! Oh, oh! Ugh!”
After deeply planting his seed inside her, he quietly watched Emilia gasp in climax.
* * *
After momentarily losing consciousness at the peak, Emilia was startled by the regrowing firmness inside her and attempted to pull away.
“Don’t move. I’ll pull out.”
“Ah…”
He withdrew his tightly clamped flesh. A mix of fluids, indistinguishable between hers and his, flowed out.
Exhausted, Emilia slumped down and sunk into the bathtub. The warm water soothed her weary body.
He loosened the straps that had been constricting her waist. As he peeled off her loosened clothing, a cool sensation touched her skin that was now exposed outside the water.
Her body was soaked with sweat and water. Droplets of sweat trailed down her face.
Through his wet shirt, Mikhail’s physique was visible. Annoyed, he unbuttoned and stripped off the clinging clothes and tossed them aside.
When he stripped his pants down completely, he was as bare as she was.
Emilia tried to cover her naked body with her hands.
“Why are you angry? I was only with the king. I don’t understand why you’re upset.”
“I told you. It disgusts me that another man has touched you.”
“And is it okay for you to come in and out of other women like you come in and out of my body?”
Emilia retorted sharply. His eyes widened then returned to normal size.
“Does it bother you?”
“Whether the other person is with someone else is irrelevant to us. What is there between you and me?”
She was right.
Not a single thing she said was incorrect.
Yet, why did it make him feel so vile?
A crack appeared on Mikhail’s otherwise perfect face.
“Don’t act like we’re lovers,” she said, her face flushed from arousal yet drawing a line.
Once their act ended, she distanced herself from him as if it never happened, as if he was a stranger.
“Lovers… We’re not lovers, that’s true. We can’t be. But we are married. We’re bound to each other physically.”
“Being married doesn’t give you the right to do whatever you want. Are you perhaps jealous?”
Jealousy? Unlikely.
He couldn’t possibly feel jealous of her being with the king.
“Emilia, you’ve never been a person to me.”
The hot air still hovered in the bathroom. Water rippled over her body as she sat in the tub.
Mikhail slowly inhaled, sweeping the hair that had fallen across his forehead.
“You’re a means to show loyalty to the king, a tool to maintain trust. Does anyone get jealous of an object?”
His red eyes settled calmly.
Emilia recoiled at the sudden change in the atmosphere.
“Tell me, Emilia.”
The water swayed each time he moved closer.
Now, nearly within reach, he leaned forward.
His usually neatly combed golden hair now fell disheveled and covered his eyes.
This was the first time she had seen his body so clearly in the light. With each breath, his broad chest heaved. Below his firm chest and well-defined abs hung a weapon too formidable to seem human.
“You don’t need to say it. The answer isn’t important. We’ll just continue. Spread your legs.”
He spoke with a low warning, as if there was no stopping him. Emilia drew her legs together.
But despite her resistance, his hands forcefully spread her legs wide apart.
Her face flushed with heat. He acted as if he knew no shame.
The water splashed perilously over her exposed folds.
As he gently lifted her hips, her opening rose above the water.
‘Surely not.’
As he came closer, she reached out to push his head away.
“Stop, please!”
“You don’t want a child, you even took medicine for it. Do you actually want to keep the seed?”
“Stop talking nonsense!”
Who was it that just finished inside her? Emilia was flabbergasted.
He acted recklessly, like someone with a loose screw, his moods swinging unpredictably.
The only certain thing was that his demeanor changed completely when they were entwined.
“You seem distracted, thinking about other things.”
“Stop, it’s dirty!”
He opened his mouth and licked her exposed folds with his tongue. It was a different kind of pleasure than when he had thrust into her.
Every time his soft tongue slipped through the parted folds, shivers ran down her spine.
The deep inside felt ticklish, making her wish he would scratch it soon.
Please, somehow. Do something.
Each time his wet, hot tongue touched her moist flesh, her body jerked.
She felt her opening tighten and then relax. Fluids that had been held inside gushed out.
