We're Married, After All - Chapter 44
He gripped Laurea’s hips firmly with both hands and spread them apart. The soft inner tissue was fully exposed, and the empty hole above quivered slightly. Drops of arousal slid down from her lower abdomen, forming glistening beads.
Only after Danel had licked up every drop of the moisture did he lower his mouth back between her cheeks. This time, he pressed his tongue firmly against the folds and licked in slow, circular motions, mixing his saliva with the remaining arousal.
“Laurea…”
He murmured her name like a sigh. The way Laurea reacted as though each time was her first—shocked but steadily giving in to the pleasure—made Danel’s chest ache with love. It felt overwhelming to think that this beautiful body belonged to him, lying beneath him.
He had wished for this for so long.
On impulse, he sucked gently on the wrinkled folds. As the pressure stretched the delicate skin, her core reacted, releasing a sudden gush of fluid. Some of it splashed onto Danel’s face.
“Ah, ahh…”
From between Laurea’s flushed lips came a soft sound, somewhere between a moan and a sigh. It was a habit of hers, a whimper she let out whenever something felt incomplete. Though Laurea herself didn’t seem aware of this habit, Danel found it endearing and was more than happy to oblige.
He started again, slow and deliberate, as though teaching an unhurried student. Beginning with the lightest, narrowest touches, he gradually broadened the range of sensations. First, he kissed the delicate opening, then licked every fold of its wrinkled surface, spreading his tongue wide to cover the soft tissue completely. Laurea’s full hips flinched at the warm, unfamiliar stimulation.
Finally, Danel pointed his tongue and pressed it into the center of the folds. With each gentle nudge, his tongue slowly pushed into the tight hole. As the tip of his tongue grazed the soft inner walls, Laurea let out quiet, helpless groans.
He savored the sounds for a long while before finally sliding his tongue deeper into the folds. The unfamiliar sensations overwhelmed her, and her muscles instinctively clenched tightly around the base of his tongue.
But Danel ignored Laurea’s body’s resistance and pushed his tongue as deeply as possible.
“Mmnghh…!”
Laurea let out a long nasal moan. Thanks to how he had trained her, this precise depth was where she began to feel intense pleasure.
As with most of the marks he’d left on Laurea.
“Haah… mm… ahhh…”
The heat radiating from inside her, as he dragged his tongue along the soft walls, made her core slick with arousal. Her lower abdomen was already soaked.
Eventually, the contracting muscles at the entrance trapped his tongue. Instead of being startled, Danel intensified his efforts, licking the delicate inner walls without pause. He devoted himself entirely to ensuring Laurea could fully feel the sensation.
Her legs, hanging limply, began to tremble. Even in her sleep, Laurea reached a complete climax. Despite being a place not designed for pleasure, with concentrated nerve endings but lacking natural sensitivity, her body responded overwhelmingly to the stimulation of Danel’s tongue rather than anything more conventional. It was undeniable proof of perfect stimulation—the persistent overflow of arousal from her core.
Thud.
Laurea’s body collapsed limply. Having experienced every ounce of pleasure possible beneath her navel, she had completely lost all tension.
Only then did Danel rise to his feet. He carried Laurea’s dress to his room. Though he wished to preserve the scent lingering on her clothing in a perfect display case, he doubted it would work as he wanted.
Even as he changed his clothes, his arousal refused to subside. Despite releasing so much precum that it was practically equivalent to finishing, his body seemed insatiable, continuing to crave Laurea.
However, Danel decided to let things be and rest. Tomorrow was a carefully chosen holiday, one where he could spend time with Laurea. He needed to sleep a little longer to replenish his strength. The stubborn e******n that refused to subside would eventually settle on its own if ignored.
Returning to the bedroom, he wrapped Laurea’s bare body in the sheets and held her close.
When they were first married, he spent countless nights like this, not sleeping at all until morning. The sheer joy of having the woman he had watched from afar for so long now so close kept him awake. Honestly, he hadn’t wanted to sleep at all, not ever.
But now, he could simply close his eyes. He could sleep even while basking in his happiness, something he had never dared to imagine in the last two decades.
Things had changed from back then, from the time when he could do nothing. The days of resenting the man who, by sheer luck of birth order, was allowed to stay by Laurea’s side; the agony of desiring her brown hair, knowing he could never even touch it—those days of begging for an end to his suffering were over. What remained now was peace and completeness.
The next morning, Danel called for a maid early to tend to Laurea. After wiping her body clean and changing the bed linens, everything was taken care of. When Laurea awoke, she had no memory of what had happened during the night.
Feigning warmth, Danel spoke in a kind tone.
“How about a ride on horseback? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Today, neither of them had any obligations. Since it was a day meant to spend together, Danel wanted Laurea to enjoy what she loved most. Horseback riding seemed like the perfect choice.
But Laurea’s reaction was unexpected.
“Hmm… today, I’d like to do something else.”
“In that case, how about a short hunt?” Danel suggested. “By now, the rabbits born in spring should have grown quite a bit.”
Laurea hesitated, her lips moving as if she was searching for the right words. It took a while before she finally responded.
“Actually, I haven’t been feeling well lately. I’d prefer to avoid anything that requires too much movement.”
Unconsciously, Danel’s gaze lingered on Laurea’s lips.
This was… very strange.
Danel had observed Laurea for an extraordinarily long time. Including the years neither of them remembered from early childhood, he had, in essence, spent his entire life watching her. He knew her subtle habits, the gestures she never displayed in front of others, and even erogenous zones Laurea herself was unaware of.
Laurea was someone naturally gifted with physical abilities. She excelled at nearly every activity that required physical effort and possessed exceptional stamina. For her to say she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to avoid exertion was beyond unusual.
But how could Danel question her about it?
Over the past few days, Danel had felt a growing unease solidify into something tangible. True, as before, there were undoubtedly aspects of Laurea he didn’t fully understand. However, the sudden revelation of unfamiliar traits all at once was undeniably peculiar.
Yet Danel was no better. In fact, he was far worse. His behavior wasn’t just unusual; it was downright suspicious—hiding things, confining her, and constantly watching.
