We're Married, After All - Chapter 42
Nevertheless, Danel was delighted by Laurea’s choice. Seeing her moving around with a lively expression made his heart flutter and filled him with affection. On such days, when she collapsed into a deep, almost unconscious sleep, it was even more endearing.
He buried his nose in the nape of her neck, where her tousled brown hair revealed her soft skin. The scent of perfume mingled with Laurea’s own natural fragrance, filling his senses. If Laurea were awake, she would have been mortified. She wouldn’t insist on waiting until she bathed, but she would at least insist on wiping herself down with a damp cloth first.
As he thought of this, pulling up her skirt, Laurea let out a soft, whimpering moan.
“Please… no…”
Danel gently stroked her rounded shoulder as if he had done it many times before. It was to lull her back to sleep.
“I’m just changing your clothes. Go back to sleep, Laurea.”
“Liar…”
Fortunately, the accumulated exhaustion quickly dragged Laurea back into unconsciousness.
Danel waited until Laurea fell into a deeper sleep. He had no intention of waking her. If anything, he hoped she stayed asleep—because if she didn’t, it would only end with him giving in and thrusting into her.
Whenever he thought about Laurea’s body, a dull ache spread through his lower abdomen. The soft, moist tissues inside her felt like they could melt not just his s***t but even his mind. There had been times when he had completely lost control.
Yet, Danel wasn’t interested in his own pleasure. On the contrary, he found it uncomfortable to be at the mercy of his desires.
Each time he pressed against the walls of her womb, Laurea’s face would twist in a mix of pain and ecstasy. However, he never truly paid much attention to it. More often than not, he was too absorbed by the sensations of her tight walls gripping him from all sides.
Danel wanted to avoid penetration as much as possible. No matter how he thought about it, it never felt like a fair exchange. Yet, Laurea always desired it, even begging him to do it. Even when he pleaded with her to stop pushing for more, it was useless. If she agreed, he might have even considered using the hidden toy she had as a substitute for himself.
In the end, all Danel could do was suppress himself. Like now, he desperately tried to calm Laurea down and soothe his own urges by putting her to sleep. Once she was asleep, he could indulge himself—at least a little.
Perhaps because of her long struggle with insomnia, Laurea never resisted sleep when it came. If anything, she seemed compulsively eager to fall asleep. As a result, when Danel comforted her like this, she often slept soundly through the night.
Even when he licked her there every night, three out of four times, she wouldn’t remember it.
The first time Danel touched Laurea had been one of those nights.
Back then, Laurea had been sitting on the terrace of an annex, enjoying the breeze. Sleep, rare for her, had crept up unexpectedly, and she didn’t resist it. She hadn’t even bothered climbing onto the sunbed next to her and had fallen asleep on the ground.
Danel had watched her for a long time before approaching the terrace. He got close enough that his breath might have brushed her, sketching her sleeping form into his notebook. Her brown hair, tousled across her forehead; the lashes curling to cast shadows over her cheeks; the delicate line of her brows and nose; and the small, slightly parted crimson lips.
At that moment, Danel had set his pencil down.
He knew, from previous experience, that Laurea was unlikely to wake up easily. At first, he had lightly touched those soft, pliable lips with his fingers. Then, emboldened, he pressed with more intent, observing the even teeth and moist tongue within.
“Ha…”
A sigh escaped him involuntarily.
Whenever he recalled that moment, Danel was overwhelmed by a mix of emotions: the ecstasy of devouring those plump lips, the guilt and shame of realizing what he had done, and the years of torment that followed in the wake of that single act.
For over a decade, that moment haunted Danel’s dreams, filling him with an insatiable longing. Now, the realization that he no longer needed to hide his desires brought a sense of superiority.
Laurea’s body, still dressed in her outdoor clothes, had settled into the slow, even rhythm of sleep. From between her slightly parted red lips came faint, soft breaths.
In the end, Danel took her lips again. There was no need for the fervent exploration of that first time. The soft texture, the warmth, and the moist breath within were more than enough for him to savor.
Tap, tap.
His long fingers undid the buttons of her outdoor dress. The single-layer fabric, suited for late spring, carried a faint warmth.
Instinctively, he pressed his nose against it and inhaled deeply. The scent of Laurea’s sweat, mingled with the earthy aroma of grass from her day outdoors, created a peculiar fragrance. To preserve that scent fully, it would require sealing it inside a completely airtight glass case.
It wasn’t until he had removed her dress entirely that Danel began licking her bare skin. Just brushing against her soft skin made it warm. Normally, he found that endearing, but not in moments like this. As her body temperature rose, the scent trapped within the fabric began to dissipate. To capture every part of it, Danel used his tongue before his hands, and his nose before his tongue.
Carefully, he lifted her skirt again, his movements more cautious now. The body he had trained was already anticipating pleasure, her underwear translucent and damp with arousal.
Perhaps because Laurea had lived a life with little stimulation, she had been unusually receptive to s****l pleasure from the very beginning—both her body and her mind.
It was the same reason her relationship with Petios had improved so dramatically after their first encounter. Though it had hurt her initially, she quickly became immersed in the pleasure. On days when Petios was unwell, she even used a toy herself, inserting it and m**********g alone.
At one time, Laurea’s tendencies had nearly driven Danel insane. Of course, even now, in her entirety, she was nothing but loveable to him.
