We're Married, After All - Chapter 23
Danel raised his eyebrows slightly, as if surprised I would say something like that.
“You’d have to ride in the carriage… it’ll be tiring for you.”
His voice turned husky in an instant. Despite the detached tone of his words, the heat radiating from the length filling my lower abdomen betrayed him, throbbing as if he were planting the seeds of fire within me.
He wasn’t wrong. I’d never been particularly fond of carriage rides, even as a child. Danel likely knew that and was expressing genuine concern.
Still, it wasn’t unusual for me to accompany him. Budgeting and charitable work, especially anything involving service projects, were some of the most common responsibilities of a lady. It wouldn’t hurt for him to see the work I did outside of a desk at least once.
Of course, there was another reason I wanted to ask him.
“I’m curious…”
“Curious?”
“About the place… you go to so often…”
“…”
He flinched. From deep inside, I felt a blunt, swollen pressure push upward, filling me completely and pressing firmly against my most sensitive spot.
“Hah…”
Danel let out a long sigh, swallowing dryly several times as if suppressing something. Slowly, he withdrew his hips, the thick length scraping deliberately against my inner walls. The upward angle made it drag roughly against me as it moved.
“It’s not… fully arranged yet… there’s not much to see.”
“Ah… ugh…”
The thick flesh filling my lower abdomen withdrew at a painfully slow pace. Perhaps because I had already climaxed once, the deliberate and sluggish stimulation felt unbearably vivid.
“When we reach the castle… you’ll likely have to stay alone. Still…”
Before Danel could finish, I nodded vigorously. The tingling pleasure rising within me was overwhelming, almost unbearable. All I could think about was how much easier it would be if he just thrust into me deeply instead of dragging it out like this.
Danel wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. With a firm movement, he drove himself in, burying his length to the hilt.
A sharp, breaking sensation echoed in my mind, as if something had shattered.
“Ah… ahh…”
Writhing in pleasure, I clawed at the solid body pressing down on me. My nails dug into his skin, and though it must have hurt, the man above me didn’t retreat. On the contrary, he kept his tip firmly pressed against the walls of my womb, grinding against them with unrelenting persistence.
My toes twitch uncontrollably. Pain and pleasure surged together from my battered womb.
Danel’s breath fell hot and heavy against my cheek, each exhale saturated with heat. Then, as if the burning heat within me wasn’t enough, his lips, even hotter, covered mine. It was something he only ever did in moments like this.
“Ah… mm… ahh…”
Each time his thick, hard s***t struck the deepest part of me, I let out a low, aching moan. Every sound I made—be it a sigh, a moan, or a cry—Danel swallowed without hesitation. As if filling me completely wasn’t enough, he seemed intent on consuming every part of me, my voice included. Almost everything I gave escaped into his mouth.
Meanwhile, I felt myself crumbling. The collapse that started deep inside spread upward, melting my mind in an instant. The scraping sensation against my walls, his tongue pushing into my throat, and the overwhelming heat of his feverish body—it was too much, leaving me undone.
All that heat melted my thoughts like wax from a candle. What was left of me—tears, saliva, and arousal—flowed freely onto the bed.
At last, Danel pulled his lips away. Through my tear-blurred vision, his vivid violet eyes filled my sight. My tongue, sore from being sucked on so relentlessly, still tingled.
While I whimpered and cried, Danel’s tongue traced my jaw, licking away the saliva and tears that streamed down. Moments like this brought waves of shame crashing over me. It felt surreal to see someone as obsessively clean and fastidious as Danel consuming every drop of my fluids as if it were nothing.
But Danel remained unfazed. Without hesitation, he thrust into me again, pressing firmly against my womb. If he had a tongue below as well, I was certain he would have licked up every stray drop spilling out of me with equal dedication.
“Hnn… ah… ngh… sob… haah…”
Like an overripe fruit, moisture splattered from me. The sensation of heat and fullness that came with taking him in sent rippling echoes up to the top of my head, like an explosion reverberating through me. The pleasure was so intense it felt like my consciousness might shatter.
Even though nothing had really been resolved—even though this was no different from the nights when I wasn’t fully aware of his actions—when I sobbed while holding him deeply in my lower abdomen, my mind couldn’t hold onto those thoughts.
I returned to square one, wrapping my arms around his back. The thick muscles hidden beneath his plain, almost priestly attire now pressed against my palms. He exhaled roughly, his breathing ragged and heavy.
“Ah… hnng…”
Danel withdrew his length. As his head dragged along my sensitive walls, scraping them on the way out, he paused briefly at my entrance. Then, with a single forceful motion, he plunged deeply into me again. It was a rough, unrestrained thrust.
My vision flickered between blackness and blinding white, over and over. Through the haze of my blurred sight, I saw the man I could never quite grow accustomed to.
A man who agrees to my request to accompany him on his inspection tour but ignores my plea to tell me what he wants—such was Danel.
With both hands gripping my waist, he held me firmly in place. I was pinned to the bed, his movements relentless as he pierced me over and over again. Every time I trembled and moaned, his hot breath fell heavily against my cheeks.
…Maybe this isn’t so bad.
Caught in waves of overwhelming pleasure, I allowed myself a moment of optimism. I had lost count of how many times this had happened, and I knew that once the ecstasy subsided, the doubts and questions would return. Even so…
Even so, if he looked at me with such smoldering intensity, maybe it was enough.
