We're Married, After All - Chapter 92
Without ever breaking eye contact with the woman, Danel gripped his throbbing e******n. Even that alone made his lower abdomen throb painfully—likely from being in a state of constant arousal.
Slowly, he leaned forward, burying his face into the woman’s underwear.
The thin, soft fabric was already saturated with the scent of her arousal. In an instant, a surge of climax raced from the top of his head down to his toes.
Danel gritted his teeth.
“Laurea…”
The name, so long pressed into his heart, burst forth from his lips.
Danel, who had been prowling between her thighs, pressed firmly on a deep groove with his fingertip. As her underwear became soaked with arousal, Laurea’s scent grew ever more intense.
Recalling how my inner walls had clung tightly to his tongue, Danel tightened his grip on his throbbing e******n with his hand.
Then, as if sweeping up soft flesh, his left hand moved methodically up and down. Soon, a thick liquid began to collect on his reddened glans.
“Haah, ah… hoot.”Danel panted roughly.
The intoxicating scent of Laurea, coupled with the sensation of their joined warmth, overwhelmed his mind. His exhausted brain felt as though it were swelling against his t*******s.
His rough caresses against her, so different from the gentle touches he’d given her before, continued unabated. Sweat, like droplets, fell from his heated jawline onto her underwear.
The moist humidity cascading over her lower abdomen made Laurea’s legs twitch noticeably. Although the movements were rather vigorous, Danel remained indifferent.
Her tightly closed eyelids would never open again. As had been proven that day.
Because he had watched Laurea for so long, Danel couldn’t recall most of his very first memories of her—the first time he truly saw her, the first time he was angry at Petios, the very moment he fell in love with this woman… all of it.
However, the moment he first began to desire Laurea remained vividly clear in his memory. Not just the lust and emotions he felt that day, but even the fear.
The first time he touched Laurea while she was asleep, an overwhelming ecstasy consumed Danel’s entire body.
If merely pressing his lips against hers felt this good, how euphoric would it be to take those plump lips into his mouth?
And so, he bit and sucked on them relentlessly.
Desire flared up in an instant.
What if he slid his tongue into her mouth?
What if he licked up the saliva trickling down her delicate chin?
What if he ran his tongue over not just her face, but her entire body?
So, he did all of it.
Yet, his thirst was never quenched. If anything, it only reshaped itself into a new form. Until he finally realized—this longing would never be satisfied, not in his entire lifetime.
Danel was consumed by both euphoria and terror. Even if he devoured this woman whole, he would not be happy. He would only crave the next thing, and the next, and in the end, he would desire everything.
Even though their relationship was such that even meeting her gaze was difficult in the first place.
Truly, it was a wretched conclusion befitting such a filthy desire.
“Hah…”
With a low sigh, Danel rose to his feet. The movement caused Laurea’s leg to slip off the sunbed, falling limply over the edge.
Danel knelt in front of her and released the flesh he had been gripping.
Plop.
Drip. Drip.
A thick, heavy fluid—so viscous it was hard to believe it was liquid—spilled onto Laurea’s foot.
Perhaps because it had been a long time since he had pleasured himself, his release stretched on endlessly.
Danel trembled as he watched her pristine white foot become sullied by his s***n. A grotesque sense of fulfillment took hold of his heart.
After his long climax had ended, Danel remained kneeling on the ground, lowering his head to rest against Laurea’s thigh.
“Hnn… mmh…”
He took deep breaths against her underwear. The thin fabric crumpled slightly under his movements, but Laurea, fast asleep, did not stir.
Only after a long time did Danel finally straighten his body.
By then, the s***n that had dripped onto Laurea’s foot and the floor had dried into a pale stain.
Danel dampened a handkerchief with rainwater and carefully wiped her foot clean. Then, he wrapped Laurea’s body snugly in a blanket.
He had to return her to where she had been before she woke up.
But instead of lifting her right away, Danel pulled her slender waist into his arms and buried his face against her chest.
It was an attempt to quell the desire that had gone unfulfilled for years.
Even though he had wiped her thoroughly, perhaps that man’s s***n still remained deep inside her—beyond the reach of his tongue or fingers.
He wanted to scrape it all out.
He wanted to strip away every trace of Petios Veloce from Laurea, using nothing but his c**k, which could become aroused from her scent alone.
But Danel suppressed his urges with desperate restraint. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold back, but at least for today, he intended to endure.
—Not that I’d be doing this in the first place if I were the kind of man who could actually do something.
That sharp truth jabbed at his cowardly heart.
As if fleeing from the pain, Danel buried his nose into Laurea’s chest and inhaled deeply.
For now, at least, he could take solace in the fact that no other man’s scent lingered on her body.
