We're Married, After All - Chapter 27
Danel stared at me silently, as if trying to discern the words I couldn’t bring myself to say. His eyes lingered intently on my lips, and I felt every movement of his gaze as it roamed and probed.
My lips tingled, sensitized by the weight of his stare. It was enough to make me feel a faint surge of pleasure, as if even his gaze could push me toward a shallow climax.
Heat rushed to my cheeks in an instant, and Danel’s eyes followed, tracing the flush. His body, pressed against mine, grew alarmingly hot, but his eyes remained as calm and steady as always, watching me.
Just as the thick silence began to suffocate me, Danel finally spoke, his voice rough as if wrung from his throat.
“Would you… like me to help you sleep?”
His breath, edged with a rasp, brushed against my lips, tickling them. Instead of answering, I parted my lips slightly, and his tongue pushed inside.
The slick, pliable muscle filled my mouth completely, its pointed tip stroking and teasing the sensitive inner lining. A shiver ran down my inner thighs, and my knees parted as Danel shifted into position above me. His golden hair shimmered in the moonlight, catching and reflecting its glow.
It felt almost inappropriate to think of Petios at a moment like this, but his image crossed my mind nonetheless. A man with the same golden hair as Danel, but with a frail and sensitive demeanor. My former fiancé, who hadn’t shown a hint of hesitation until a week before the wedding, when he ran away.
If we had married, would Petios have gotten out of bed to comfort me when I couldn’t sleep? Would he have radiated the same fiery heat as the man now above me?
And if he had… what would Danel have been thinking?
My thoughts didn’t go any further. Danel’s lips descended to my chest, while his large hand moved to cover my mouth, silencing me entirely.
Danel’s lips brushed against my shirt, gliding over my n****e with a smooth, tantalizing sensation. A sigh escaped my lips.
“Mm…”
The moment I made a sound, the pressure of his hand against my lips increased, silencing even my breathing.
Still holding the swollen peak of my n****e between his teeth, Danel exhaled a hot breath.
“Apologies. I… didn’t want them to hear.”
My shoulders flinched involuntarily. Despite his perfectly composed, polite tone, his voice carried an unsettling heat that sent a chill racing down the curve of my ear. And then…
Clunk. Clatter.
In the oppressive silence where even breathing was muffled, a foreign noise rang out. It came from beyond the bedroom door.
Ah, someone’s there…
Finally, I understood Danel’s earlier words. This was the room closest to where the Baron and Baroness slept. For safety—or perhaps to show propriety—it made sense that Baron Rodio would station guards nearby.
Once I quieted down, Danel undid the rest of my shirt’s buttons. His lips descended onto my chest, and his soft tongue flicked out. The tip of his tongue circled my now-taut n****e, swirling and licking it. A warm heat spread from my chest to the very top of my head in an instant.
I reached out and ran my hand along Danel’s back. I knew someone was standing just outside the door, and that it would be the Rodio household servants who would clear this bed later. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to stop.
It just felt… so good. Everything—from the heat of his lips against my bare skin to the suffocating hold of his hand over my mouth—was unbearably intoxicating.
During that time, Danel expertly worked my body, starting with my sensitive chest, then moving to my neck, and finally my earlobes. His hot tongue teased weaknesses I hadn’t even known I had, unraveling me completely. Between my legs, I was dripping uncontrollably, as if a spring had burst.
Unsurprisingly, I reached my climax quickly.
“Ahh… mmm… ugh…”
The saliva pooling in my mouth trickled down Danel’s firm wrist. Noticing it, he pulled his lips away from my ear and licked his wrist clean of the sticky fluid.
After drinking up every drop of what I’d left behind, Danel returned to press his lips against mine.
Perhaps because of the obscenity of what he had just done, his tongue felt even hotter than before. His breath, heavy with moisture, filled my mouth as it plunged inside, making my throat itch.
“Mm… ahh…”
A soft moan escaped despite myself. I felt my hands trembling as they gripped his shoulders tightly.
“Hah… hah… ahh…”
Only when his tongue finally withdrew—after showing me that he could make me come just with a kiss—did he stop.
Danel pulled down the front of his pants, and his e***t length sprang free, rigid and imposing. The movement caused a thick string of pre-c*m to splatter onto my stomach. Despite his usual calm expression, the heat radiating from him was unmistakable, flickering right before my eyes.
As I watched the viscous string stretch between us, a thought crossed my mind.
How long did it take for us to reach this point?
