What Became of the Tyrant After the Pregnant Empress Left - Chapter 136
Ysaris clung to Kazhan desperately, unable to find an answer to her unanswered question.
“Haa… Ysaris… Ysaris, hngh!”
“Kazhan… ahh… Kazhan…!”
“My love.”
* * *
Kazhan held Ysaris as gently as possible, moving his hips slowly, whispering words of love to reassure her.
If she asked him to ease up on the intensity or speed, he focused on soft kisses instead. And when her trembling subsided, he resumed his thrusts. Their ragged breaths mingled, breaking into soft, wet sounds that filled the air.
Unlike the hurried start, their intimacy grew slow and deep, laden with intensity. It demanded extreme patience from the man, but Kazhan felt pleasure simply in the act of conquering Ysaris, so it wasn’t unbearable.
In any case, it wasn’t something that would end after just once.
* * *
“…I’m tired.”
After being carefully washed and dressed by Kazhan, Ysaris lay on the bed with a weary expression, murmuring softly. By the time they were done, the evening had passed. Mikael never came, they skipped dinner, and their entanglement had lasted a long time.
“Still, it’s better than before, isn’t it?”
“If only you’d stop talking…”
Ysaris concluded her words with a sigh. While it wasn’t as overwhelming as the times when he had pushed her past her limits, it didn’t change the fact that they had indulged excessively again.
But she couldn’t entirely blame Kazhan. She was the one who had allowed it, and when he had asked, around the third time, if they should stop, she had shaken her head.
At that moment, well… she simply wanted to be embraced by her husband. Leaving aside the fact that her mind had already melted into a mess of pleasure, she had consciously chosen to let herself be held by him. Even though she knew she’d regret it tomorrow when the muscle aches hit.
“Ysaa.”
“Yes, Kazhan.”
Ysaris answered with her eyes closed, heavy with fatigue. She thought he had something to say, but when no words followed, she opened her eyes curiously to check on him.
“Kazhan?”
“I just wanted to call you. Because you’re beautiful.”
Kazhan’s languid smile, as he lay beside her, struck a chord deep in Ysaris’s heart for some reason. Lately, the man, who had been smiling more often, looked genuinely happy. His gaze, filled with an unbearable affection, lingered on her before he pressed a kiss to the bridge of her nose, his voice tickling her.
“Rest well. I won’t bother you anymore.”
“…”
Ysaris couldn’t define the feelings she was experiencing. Wandering through her endlessly confused thoughts, she impulsively blurted out:
“Stay with me tonight.”
Her words carried the nuance that she thought Kazhan might leave. Even though all he had said was for her to rest.
Surprised by her unexpected request, Kazhan paused, silently observing Ysaris. Perhaps it was because of the time he had left her alone in her room before, but he carefully studied her expression before gently brushing back her hair and replying.
“I’m sorry. I need to attend to the work I’ve neglected while spending time with you.”
“So you came despite being busy?”
“Rather than that, the problem is that I stayed far longer than I planned. Not that I regret a single moment of it.”
Ysaris grabbed Kazhan’s hand as it teasingly brushed over her swollen lips. Then, as he often did to her, she pressed a soft kiss to his hand. She could feel the man’s breath catch sharply.
“Even if I ask you, will you still leave?”
It was a statement uncharacteristic of Ysaris. Both she and Kazhan knew it.
It wasn’t so much a request as it was a look of curiosity in her eyes, as if she were gauging something.
Captivated by her expression, Kazhan found himself unable to answer right away.
Logically, leaving was the right choice. Even setting aside work, he wasn’t someone who should sleep at night. Especially not by Ysaris’s side.
But leaving her now set off alarms deep in his instincts. For some reason, he felt that if he walked away from her now, he would deeply regret it.
In the end, unable to choose either option, Kazhan went with a third: revealing a fragment of the truth he had hidden until now.
He carefully crafted his words into a form Ysaris could accept and conveyed them cautiously.
“If I sleep with you, it might be uncomfortable for you. I often have nightmares.”
“Nightmares?”
“Yes, nightmares. That’s why I prefer to sleep alone. You could say I have… bad sleeping habits.”
At this point, Kazhan still thought he could steer the conversation smoothly.
That was until Ysaris asked him a strange question with an odd expression.
“Do I appear in those dreams?”
