Chapter 45
With his face buried in Beatrice’s shoulder, Caesar slowly repeated shallow thrusts. After a moment, he pushed up on one arm beside her head and raised his body.
“I want to see your face.”
For the first time since their marriage, they were joining under bright light. Just as she had been, it was natural that Caesar wanted to see her expressions and reactions.
But for some reason, his words embarrassed her so much that Beatrice covered her face with one arm. Of course, Caesar didn’t let her keep it there for long. Soon, her hand was caught in his, their fingers interlaced, and pressed gently down onto the bed.
“Haah… Beatrice…”
There were things that could only be seen with the light on. Beatrice, unable to look him directly in the eyes out of embarrassment, still saw a lot.
The rough expression on Caesar’s face as he focused on thrusting into her. The brutally pronounced muscles. The dynamic movement of his hips, rolling like waves. And his beast-like eyes, scanning her thoroughly.
“Ah, Caesar… huh, nngh…”
The fullness of him inside, and the way his pressure pressed precisely against her sensitive inner walls—it was as if his body had been perfectly fitted to hers. As pale legs kept slipping downward, Caesar gathered them up and wrapped them around his waist, continuing to thrust.
“Ah… ahh… ah…!”
Despite the searing heat in his eyes like molten metal, his movements were tender. The thick head of his pillar scraped only the places Beatrice liked best, then filled them again with firm pressure. Her body, still hypersensitive from a previous climax, exploded again in moments.
“Kh…!”
Beatrice arched her back, digging her nails into his rock-hard arms. Her inner walls clamped down on him in a spasm, milking him involuntarily. Caesar, unable to endure, climaxed as well. Deep inside her, warm fluid burst forth like a water balloon popping, coating their joining with a sticky mess.
So… exhausted…
Having experienced three peaks of varying intensity tonight, Beatrice had no strength left to move a finger. Normally, she would’ve dozed off like this, half-conscious, as Caesar gently cleaned her.
But not tonight.
Whether it was the light being on or the sheer intensity of the stimulation, her mind remained unusually alert.
“I’ll go get something to clean you with.”
As Caesar rose easily, just like always, Beatrice caught his arm. He turned to her with a puzzled look.
“Do you need something? If you’re thirsty, I can get water…”
She did need something. It just required a tremendous amount of courage to ask. Beatrice summoned that courage.
“That’s not it, I… I want to do it again.”
“…Excuse me?”
“I want to do it… one more time…”
Caesar’s pupils narrowed briefly as if shocked by what she said, but quickly returned to normal. However, the deep violet of his eyes now trembled slightly.
“Was I… not enough for you?”
Seeing the utterly bewildered look on his face, Beatrice hastily and strongly shook her head.
“No! That’s not it. It’s absolutely not that…”
She was already fully satisfied—both physically and emotionally. From her perspective, tonight had been so fulfilling she could have gone to sleep without a single regret.
But if she said, “I thought maybe you still wanted more,” Caesar would never agree. He would reject it outright, that was simply his nature.
“It was enough. But I still want to.”
Her confession, mortifying enough to make her want to disappear, made Caesar falter for a moment—but he stepped back again.
“I don’t want to push you any further tonight.”
His voice was firm. But Beatrice wasn’t about to back down now.
Though she’d unintentionally lost the lead earlier, this time she vowed she wouldn’t. She raised herself up.
Catching him off guard, she crawled onto his stomach on her knees. She boldly tried to push him down, like some infamous temptress—but with one arm propping up his torso, Caesar didn’t budge an inch.
Only after she stared at him wordlessly did Caesar seem to understand her intention. He slowly leaned back and lay down. But it was clear he did so only to placate her.
“Beatrice.”
His voice, soft as if trying to soothe her, brushed past her ears. But Beatrice brushed it off and demanded,
“Why not? Why are you saying no?”
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