We're Married, After All - Chapter 60
My hands gripped the sheets so tightly that my knuckles turned white. No matter how much I thought about it, this position was disadvantageous to me. Danel’s length easily reached the deepest parts of me. While he had the upper hand, I was quickly losing control.
I banged my head against the top of the bed in an attempt to suppress the overwhelming pleasure. I couldn’t let it wash everything away again. This time, I needed to confront the problems between us and resolve them.
But… could I even do that?
“Hah… mmph…”
A sigh mixed with frustration, anger, and humiliation escaped my lips.
That Danel would misunderstand my relationship with Petios… The one person who had accepted me as I was. It was absurd.
I bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood.
In truth, it wasn’t shocking that Danel had jumped to such conclusions. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had considered that this might happen. He always seemed uneasy, even uncomfortable, with my interest in him—as if he believed I didn’t trust him.
And, to his credit, he wasn’t entirely wrong. I had never once demanded an explanation from Petios, even when he made excuses to delay the wedding. I hadn’t pressed him, simply because his thoughts or feelings didn’t matter much to me.
But with Danel, it was different. I wanted to know what he was thinking, what he wanted to do.
I suppose… I wanted to understand him.
Initially, I just wanted to get along with him. After all, we were married now, and this marriage had turned out to be much more satisfying than I’d expected. So, even when Danel acted strangely, I didn’t mind. If it was something he desired, I would have done even stranger, dirtier things for him.
But the day I found the sketchbook in his desk drawer, I realized I wanted something more than mere compliance. I wanted to make this marriage truly mine—not a union forced upon us by Petios’s disappearance, but a bond born from years of love.
Perhaps I was just succumbing to his persistence. After all, how could anyone remain unmoved by such a thorough record of devotion? Maybe I simply wanted to see him as something more than just a spouse.
For whatever reason, I wanted to put Petios behind me and start anew with Danel. Without the bitterness or shadows of the past between us.
So I tried to understand him, to mirror the effort he had made to understand me. In other words, I wanted to grow closer to him.
But nothing I did ever reached him.
“You used to like me,” Danel’s voice echoed in my mind, replaying itself over and over.
The version of me he had observed was someone who never demanded explanations—not even from her betrothed, Petios. I knew why, but Danel didn’t. So nothing I tried could reach him.
Would anything change if I told him? If I confessed that I had let him into my heart, that I was curious about him, and that this might even be love? Would it make a difference?
Probably not. He wouldn’t believe me. A man who had never heard sincerity in his life wouldn’t know how to recognize it. Perhaps he would start listening only after Petios was well and truly dead.
Danel bucked his hips again, his swollen heat dragging against me. The intense friction as it pulled out, slick with my arousal, filled the room with lewd sounds. It was maddeningly pleasant.
I tried desperately to keep my wits about me, but it was futile. The more I resisted, the more his relentless movements battered me with unbearable pleasure. Every spot I didn’t even know was sensitive, he knew exactly how to target.
“Ahh… ngh… ahh…”
Every time Danel’s hips met mine, a wave of pleasure cascaded over me. It wasn’t like the overwhelming heat I’d grown accustomed to—it was a satisfying fullness that soothed an aching void within me. If I let myself relax for even a moment, I might lose control and start meeting his thrusts eagerly.
“Ahh… ahhh! Oh…”
Drool dribbled down my chin as my head swam in a haze of ecstasy. Facing away from him like this, the new angle hit nerves that were rarely stimulated. It was a sensation so unfamiliar, so maddeningly intense, I could only marvel at it with my sluggish mind.
It was moments like this that reminded me of how completely my body had been conditioned by Danel. Sensitivities I hadn’t even realized I had, he exploited with precision. My body responded to him instinctively, betraying me at every turn.
The realization filled me with bitter resentment.
I knew why he had chosen this place to claim me. It wasn’t about giving me pleasure—it was a demonstration. A lesson. He was driving home to the point that when he was inside me, nothing else mattered. That no matter what he did, even being taken in front of my former betrothed would leave me wet and wanting.
And my body, betraying all logic and reason, proved him right in the worst possible way.
