Chapter 50
When he pulled his hips back for a deeper thrust, the emptiness below was unbearable. If only he would fill her a little more, a little deeper. The exhilaration made her feel like she was losing her mind.
“Huuh, uuh, Caesar, ngh, ah…”
Caesar, too, was just as aroused, grinding his teeth. Pressing his body tightly against her slender back, soaked in sweat, he moved his hips like a madman, focused solely on ramming his c**k into the hot, wet hole.
He overlapped Beatrice’s hands and restrained them with one of his, making sure she couldn’t escape, while the other hand grabbed her b*****s, which were pulled downward. His large hand kneaded the soft flesh roughly, enough to violate both n*****s at once.
“Haah, nnngh, it feels weird, huuh, Caesar, ngh, do something… ah, aaah!”
Their overheated bodies clearly showed the signs of arousal. Beatrice, flushed all over, gasped raggedly.
Her sensitive spot was being dug into by a weapon-like object, stimulating her nectar glands into releasing more fluid to aid lubrication.
Splat— Thick fluid fell to the floor, but no one paid it any mind.
“Keugh, Beatrice!”
Unable to hold back any longer, Caesar bit Beatrice’s shoulder and pounded toward climax.
With the strength of his thrusts, the desk gave a loud creak as it slid back.
Even the sound of Caesar’s stone-like pelvis slamming against her hips now felt like stimulation to Beatrice.
“Nngh, haaangh, ah, ah, ah…!”
Finally, the pleasure that started in her legs traveled up her spine and struck her brain directly. Her delicate body trembled as if it had been struck by lightning, overwhelmed by pleasure beyond her limits.
She felt her husband gripping her ribcage as he released his thick s***n deep inside her.
It was truly a pleasure worth drowning in.
***
After two more rounds, Beatrice lay sprawled on the sofa, completely dazed.
Caesar, who had held her and lain with her for a while, covered her disheveled body with an outer garment and stood up.
She felt a pang of regret as the warmth that had been heating her sweat-cooled body left, but the mood surrounding him made it hard to reach out and stop him.
Soon after, Caesar returned with warm water and a towel.
He could have just let her go to wash up, but as always, he cleaned her himself, as if he couldn’t allow her to feel even a moment of discomfort.
“Your neck… is a mess. It seems I lost my senses for a moment. I’m sorry.”
At the apology, offered without a hint of a smile, Beatrice felt strangely embarrassed.
She was the one who had come looking for him while he was working, so she didn’t understand why he was the one apologizing.
“That’s true. I said not the neck because of my dress. Is it really bad?”
Today in particular, she had struggled to stop Caesar from biting her neck during the act. There wasn’t any special reason.
As she had told him, dresses exposing the neck and shoulders were currently in fashion, so she had warned him without much thought.
She had brought it up half-jokingly, trying to tease her husband, whose serious face now resembled someone inspecting a weapon, and to ease the tension that had somehow crept between them—but unfortunately, the result wasn’t good.
“Why not, though?”
“…What?”
With a suddenly darkened expression, Caesar asked her that.
“Is there a particular reason you can’t have my marks on your neck?”
“Well…”
“I misspoke. You don’t have to answer.”
Muttering gloomily, Caesar ended up helping Beatrice finish dressing and then disappeared. She felt somewhat stunned.
It had already been two weeks since she had tried to mend their relationship with ‘proper s*x’, as Amelia had advised.
Physically, their intimacy had ripened more than she had expected—almost to a frightening degree—but emotionally, she felt the exchange between them was more lacking than before.
No. Perhaps the emotional closeness had been deeper back when they’d shared a blanket in the dark, chatting softly before falling asleep.
The bed was certainly hotter now, but Caesar’s attitude had become all the colder.
At that thought, Beatrice’s heart returned to the beginning again.
Her shoulders and heart, weighed down with unresolved issues, felt unbearably heavy.
It seemed neither Regina’s nor Amelia’s advice had been the right answer.
Of course, it wasn’t as if she had any brilliant solution of her own, so she didn’t regret having followed her sisters’ advice.
But she now felt, more than ever, the need to speak with Freya.
This problem was still something she couldn’t handle or solve on her own.
As she left Caesar’s office alone, Beatrice’s face was filled not with the lingering heat of pleasure, but with worry.
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