We're Married, After All - Chapter 89
With a soft thud, I collapsed onto the plush bed, blinking in confusion. For a moment, I couldn’t understand what had just happened.
It wasn’t until the bed shifted that I realized what was going on. Danel had slid his hand under my skirt, gripping my thigh.
I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck as he climbed over me. He flinched but froze when I shifted my weight, pulling him closer.
“Put it in. Now.”
“…?”
“Quickly.”
At my command, Danel’s hands went to the buttons of his trousers, undoing them in a single motion. His heated length sprang free, rigid and red as it slapped against his abdomen.
As expected, penetration wasn’t difficult. In fact, it felt as though I was swallowing him whole. Once we joined, though, I found myself more embarrassed than I had anticipated.
“Ah… uhhn… ngh…”
My moans rasped out of my throat, and Danel’s lips immediately claimed mine. His tongue swept through my mouth, insistent and thorough, as if he sought to steal every ounce of my breath and warmth. Everything I released into the air was devoured by him.
And yet it wasn’t enough. He thrust into me relentlessly, his throbbing heat filling me to the brim. It was too much—his sheer size stretched me tightly, leaving no space untouched. The pressure felt like it could reach my very heart.
“Hahh… ahhh… ohhh!”
His long, unyielding length drove deeper and deeper, hitting something inside that sent a shockwave of pleasure through me. My back arched, and the moment our lips parted, a shameless cry escaped.
“Ahh…ahh…”
Danel’s breath scattered over my lips, his once-dry exhalations now tinged with heat. The sensation made me instinctively clench around him.
“…Laurea.”
His groan was guttural, like the low growl of a tethered beast. His voice, husky and raw, was almost obscenely seductive.
My opening, slick with our mingled arousal, pulsed around him. Hearing him whisper my name like that—feeling the intensity of his need—made my head spin. Words I couldn’t bring myself to say spilled into the air between us.
“I love you…”
The throbbing heat inside me twitched, but I barely noticed. Lost in the haze of pleasure, my mind could only cling to one thought: I wanted him to hear my words.
“I love you, Danel… everything about you…”
“…Yes.”
His arms tightened around my waist, holding me firmly in place. He drove himself to the hilt with a powerful thrust, pressing his wide tip against the deepest parts of me.
“I love you too, Laurea.”
After that, I couldn’t speak. All I could do was ride the overwhelming waves of heat as he filled me over and over again.
My legs wrapped around his hips, holding him close. Despite his fear—fear that clung to him during every moment of intimacy—he was mine. And I adored him for it.
A fleeting thought crossed my mind: Danel might regret this later. After all, with an heir now born, he had no reason to risk getting me pregnant again. He probably hadn’t intended to finish inside me. But he had, overcome by the moment and my declaration of love.
But it would be fine. Even if he retreated to his study in guilt for a few days, even if I had to endure the pain of another childbirth, even if unforeseen problems arose in the future…
We were married, and we loved each other.
“I love you, Laurea. I always have… always.”
His words whispered endlessly against my ear, as if affirming his feelings over and over again. Amid the relentless heat and affection, I managed to form a response.
“I love you too, Danel.”
