We're Married, After All - Chapter 8
Creaaak. The bed tilted slightly in the direction of Danel’s weight as he climbed on. Soon, he crossed the wide expanse of the mattress in one swift movement. His arms caged me in, and his breath poured over my cheek—hot and humid, like the fires of hell.
Slowly, Danel lowered his lips to the nape of my neck. The heat grazing my thin skin made my shoulders involuntarily flinch again and again.
To be honest, I had never particularly dwelled on what we did in this room. Being intimate with Danel felt akin to planning a party or drafting a budget—just another task that had to be done. It was better if he approached it enthusiastically, but it didn’t really matter if he didn’t.
I had never felt embarrassed about being undressed or about the fluids that sometimes spilled onto the sheets. If I was going to be undressed anyway, it was more efficient to wear less, and if it was something we had to do every day, it was better to enjoy it.
So why, now, did everything suddenly feel so different?
Unlike me, Danel was exactly the same as usual. He caressed my body in the same order he always did. As always, his tongue slid down the line of my neck, his lips pulling back just as goosebumps began to rise on my skin. Then, he kissed the nape of my neck again, exactly as he always did.
Though he approached his duty earnestly, Danel was never particularly passionate about s*x. The sequence of foreplay and even the pressure he applied seemed meticulously consistent, as if he were following a strict guide from some hastily taught lesson on intimacy. That was only my guess, of course.
When the allotted time for foreplay had passed, Danel pushed himself up with his arms, lifting his upper body. What came next depended on where I was lying. Sometimes, his lips would move down to my collarbone; other times, they would trail upward to my ear.
As he decided his next move, I shivered against the chill. It wasn’t the first time I’d entered the bedroom wearing only a robe, but tonight, the air brushing my skin felt strangely foreign.
His warm lips pressed gently against my collarbone. Between kisses, his tongue teased the particularly delicate, soft skin there. Familiar sensations washed over me, and I closed my eyes out of habit.
But as soon as I closed my eyes, the memory became even clearer—him beneath me, and me pretending to sleep with my eyes tightly shut in the early hours of this morning.
“Haa…”
A moan escaped from my lips. My heated, labored breath seemed to startle Danel, whose arm, braced beside my shoulder, gave a noticeable jolt.
The same thing kept happening. Each time his lips touched me, another suppressed moan slipped out.
I tried to hold it back, noticing his apparent discomfort, but it didn’t work. If anything, I became hyper-aware of every one of his actions, and even the slightest stimulation made me flinch.
Everything felt strange. We were simply doing what we had done every day without fail, yet it felt alien, as though it were my first time experiencing it. No, it wasn’t just awkward—it was downright disorienting. Even lying still while slowly growing damp below, as I always did, became difficult.
Meanwhile, Danel remained remarkably composed, adhering to his usual routine.
He lifted his lips from my skin and exhaled a sigh before sitting up fully. His long fingers reached for the tie at the front of my robe and began to undo it.
I frowned slightly without realizing it. The lingering sweet scent clinging to the thin fabric made my head spin.
Fortunately, Danel didn’t see my expression as he focused downward. His breath trailed along my chest as if sliding across it.
Swish.
The sound of fabric brushing against itself as the knot unraveled filled the quiet bedroom. As the front of my robe fell open, the thin garment slid down onto the bed. Under the flickering candlelight, the firm peaks of my n*****s were revealed—the ones that had hardened every time I thought of him today, and the ones that, just yesterday, had desperately longed for his touch.
Unlike usual, Danel did nothing more after that. The humid warmth teasing the hardened peak of my chest was the only clue as to where his gaze was fixed.
How much time had passed like this? Suddenly, Danel grabbed my b****t.
“Ah…!”
A moan escaped from between my lips. His hand was shockingly hot, the heat spreading to my skin as if it were catching fire.
For a moment, his clear, violet eyes flicked over the stiffened peak. Then, his grip tightened around my b****t. The sensation of being squeezed hard sent a shock that seemed to echo through my chest and down to my heart.
“Hah, ah…!”
His long fingers traced the edge of my areola, soft and deliberate. Gently rubbing my chest, he soon grasped the stiffened n****e between his fingers and twisted it. A shiver ran up my spine, making the fine hairs on my back stand on end.
“Ah, ahhh…!”
A sharp cry escaped me as my body jerked upward. The trembling that began at the sensitive peak spread rapidly to my lower abdomen. It wasn’t pain—it was something entirely different. I could feel the slick wetness surging from my already soaked core.
Danel’s warm breath poured over my chest. The fact that he was staring intently at my b*****s made my head spin. His silence, his gaze, stirred me in ways I couldn’t explain, unraveling my composure. Like a candle dripping hot wax, the area between my legs grew damp, melting under his scrutiny.
I lifted my heavy, wet eyelids to look up at the man above me. Danel’s expression was as composed as ever as he stared at the flesh held in his hand. Then, with that same impassive face, he pinched my n****e hard. The sharp jolt of pain made me twist my legs involuntarily.
“Hh… ah, ahh…!”
