Chapter 89
Because it was none other than Leila’s body that now bore his marks, because the briny fluid buried deep inside her became undeniable proof that they had shared love, the gloomy depths of Bjorn’s heart, which Leila would never know, settled in deep satisfaction.
“Hng, hngh, haa…”
The afterglow of climax lasted long and long. Only after some of her blanked mind returned did Leila realize her body was twitching on its own and tightening below.
Bjorn too seemed to have reached the end, the large body draped over her lying languidly. Even then he did not put his full weight on her, and the moderate heaviness satisfied Leila further.
If not for the manhood still inside her, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, if not for the thick liquid spilling out whenever she breathed, it would have been quite a gentle moment.
The sense of accomplishment at finally finishing, the languid exhaustion as if tired to the bone, and the satisfaction of a perfect climax. Drunk on unfamiliar emotions, Leila simply stroked Bjorn’s hair softly.
“Leila…”
She smiled sweetly at the fullness soaked into Bjorn’s voice as well.
“I love you, from the bottom of my heart.”
As if to keep his promise to give more affection for being late, Bjorn confessed in a sincere voice.
Leila listened quietly, her mind growing hazy.
“From now on, my life will be nothing but the process of proving my love to you.”
At the declaration that sounded almost solemn, Leila laughed faintly.
He didn’t skip a beat and confessed right after their first union. At least now he could loosen up all the tension in him a little.
Besides that, he spoke of proving himself. She already felt his love enough, and she intended to love him regardless of how much affection he poured out. Bjorn had no need to struggle to prove anything to her.
But sleepiness suddenly washed over her, and she could not say it. She felt him lie beside her and wrap her tightly in his arms.
Their first joining had been far harder than expected, yet holding each other and feeling warmth like this was gentle happiness.
As she drifted into honey-like sleep, Leila had this thought.
If becoming one with you lover is as sweet as this, maybe I could sincerely enjoy it often with you in the future.
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However, Leila soon decided to completely revise her evaluation. It was not even a month after marriage.
“Leila, more, spread your legs, please. Moving is, ngh, difficult.”
“Ah, ungh, not any more here… ngh, Bjorn…”
Like newlyweds who lock eyes even while eating, the two spent extremely vigorous and passionate days. It was the height of their honeymoon.
After the relatively gentle first time, Bjorn had apparently thrown away his guilt and kept only enthusiasm, and Leila was gaining far more varied experiences and abilities than she imagined.
Today, Bjorn’s desire caught fire in the bookstore storeroom where they once enjoyed stolen kisses.
The shop had fortunately not opened for the day yet. When she first opened this bookstore, she never imagined she would have a husband to cling to among dusty shelves, and Leila felt extremely embarrassed.
But the embarrassment was brief, the pleasure persistent. The tingling sensation from being pierced from behind made her gasp as she gripped the wooden shelf tightly.
“Aah, ah! Ah, Bjorn, ngh…”
Her husband’s member repeatedly plunged into and withdrew from the opening stretched to its limit. It felt so good she might go mad.
The sensation of the warm pillar stretching the soaked inner walls to the brim was such a raw feeling. Now somewhat accustomed to receiving him, her insides were deeply struck again.
Moisture flowed down to her inner thighs, splashing noisily. With strong thrusts the long rod moved inside her like its own home.
She could not endure it. Half her reason gone, Leila pressed harder on the shelf and arched her waist more flexibly.
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