We're Married, After All - Chapter 59
Thick thighs pressed between my legs, relentlessly pushing forward. I tried to hold my ground, but it was no use. The firm muscle of his thighs crushed against my sensitive nub, sending an unbearable shock of sensation through me.
“Ahh…!”
“This is the first time I’ve seen you so angry. Ah, is it the first time for you as well?”
His voice dripped with a honeyed sweetness, as though he were truly enamored.
But I couldn’t trust what I was hearing. His words might have been soft, but the expression on Danel’s face was utterly twisted, a mess of raw emotion.
“Hah… ugh…”
“I should feel overjoyed,” he murmured, his voice unsteady, “to finally have something of yours that’s truly mine…”
“Then why does it hurt so much, like I’m dying?”
Danel’s words seemed meant more for himself than for me. Yet his relentless movements didn’t stop, his body grinding against mine with an insistence that left no room for argument, no room for anything but strangled moans.
I reached up with trembling hands, clutching the front of his shirt. When he still didn’t stop, I pounded weakly at his chest. I wanted to slap him—wanted to lash out somehow—but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I felt miserable. Miserable because even in this moment, he was forcing sounds of pleasure from me. Miserable because his pained expression haunted me, paralyzing me from striking back.
Seeing my struggle, Danel let out a low chuckle.
“Isn’t it a little late to start hating me?” he asked, his voice tinged with a cruel amusement. “If it were me, I think I would have despised myself the moment I opened that drawer.”
“What… when did you find out about that?”
Before I could process what was happening, his large hand seized my wrists. He pinned my arms with one hand, while his other slipped under my skirt.
“…It was only a guess,” he admitted. “You started acting strange, suddenly seeking him out. It wasn’t hard to piece things together.”
In that moment of clarity, I realized I had walked straight into his trap. At the same time, his fingers found my already swollen nub, pinching it with precision that made me arch involuntarily. The damp fabric of my underwear was soaked, and a gush of fluid spilled out.
“This isn’t something that can simply be undone,” Danel muttered darkly, his laugh carrying an edge of bitterness.
“After all… we are married.”
Everything felt disconnected, as though it were happening to someone else. The faint sounds of breathing, the eerie chill radiating from the stone walls—none of it felt real or tangible.
The only thing that felt undeniably real was the sensation—the familiar, excruciatingly vivid sensations I knew all too well.
“Hngh, ah… ha, haa…”
I buried my face into the wrinkled sheets, swallowing my breath. The heat pooling between my legs burned with unbearable intensity, each wave of pleasure sharpening into pain.
If only this were someone else’s experience. If only the heat stretching me to my limit, the sweat trailing down my back licked up by a ravenous tongue, the hands greedily squeezing my chest—if only all of it belonged to someone else.
“Ahh…!”
Danel pushed deep, as though intent on crushing my womb. For the first time since he had discovered my pregnancy, he pressed against places he had left untouched for so long. The sensation was almost unfamiliar, a long-lost kind of ecstasy flooding back in.
“Haa… ah, ahhh!”
As the head of his c**k dragged against my inner walls, it pulled another cry from my lips. My body responded helplessly, gushing with fluid that dripped and splattered below me. The sharp ache that followed left my mind in tatters, dissolving any coherent thought.
I felt disgusted with myself. I knew it had been a long time since we last did this—longer still since he had filled me completely like this. And this was the first time he had taken me from behind.
But I hadn’t expected to embrace it so eagerly. Not when Petios lay right there in the bed beside us.
I tried to focus on the arms above me, the man moving against me, to keep my thoughts anchored. If I didn’t, I was afraid I would lose myself completely and start crying out like a broken doll.
The head of his c**k pressed against my cervix again, pounding it relentlessly. Deep, forceful thrusts he hadn’t given me in weeks. Each time I glanced in Petios’s direction, Danel pushed in even deeper.
I knew it would come to this.
Heat rose to my cheeks, spreading like wildfire. Tears streamed down onto the sheets every time the head of his length slammed into my womb, sending shockwaves through my body.
I had always thought this would happen eventually. If we avoided asking questions and giving answers, something was bound to go wrong eventually.
No, that’s not right. Thinking back, the problem had already started. I was just pretending everything was fine, blinded by fleeting pleasure.
“Hah… ah, ahh… ngh…”
His thick, long length slid against every sensitive nerve inside me. Then, in one swift motion, my cervix was struck again. The sheer depth of his thrusts felt almost savage, leaving me melting into a quivering mess.
The deeper the pleasure cut, the more my anger and disappointment with Danel sharpened. Faced with the truth of everything, he offered no explanation, no apology. Instead, he resorted to this—using my body to pacify the situation. It infuriated me.
And yet, the body he had tamed cared nothing for my fury. It greedily clenched around him, welcoming the pleasure he brought. It was utterly pathetic.
“Hah, hahh… nngh, no… stop,” I choked out, barely managing to force the word out.
I didn’t want to give in to his intent. I didn’t want everything smoothed over by pleasure again.
But it was futile. The scorching heat that crushed my womb stole every last ounce of resistance.
I felt like my world was turning upside down.
