Chapter 186
…Though that didn’t necessarily mean she wanted to be devoured like this.
[For those with an anxious attachment style, s*x is not merely an act of relieving desire. It is a way of finding emotional stability, a moment where they can wholly possess their partner.]
The sentence from the book flashed through her mind.
At the same time, the bathwater spilled over the edge, and soon, the two became one.
For him, physical union was stability itself, a way to claim his partner. That must have been why he was always so full of desire.
Understanding that made it easier to accept.
And besides, being with Yasamin felt incredible.
“Ah….”
Her husband trailed kisses slowly from her nape down the line of her spine.
Each time his teeth grazed her skin, it felt as if flowers bloomed along her back.
One petal for possession. Two for exclusivity.
Three for love me. Four for I love you.
It felt like writing a poem with her heart, so she was satisfied with this act.
After all, we’ll never let go of each other.
Even though we promised to be so hopelessly intertwined and to be together until the end of this world, what was he so anxious about?
‘After all, I can’t live without you either.’
Just as much as Yasmin craved her, Siren was also tamed by him.
The food he cooked, the bedtime he looked after. The embrace and arm pillow he willingly offered.
He dissected her, licked and rolled the cross-section, and chose which side to expose to the moonlight or which to the sunlight, displaying only the most beautiful parts.
That was probably a demonstration that he alone would know her painful and bad parts.
A dark desire to let others see only the pretty side.
Even that was too much for others.
“Ah, uh-huh….”
“I love you, Sei.”
“Hngh!”
Something hard was placed between her b******s.
He, who had been stroking her several times, dug inside as it was.
Because her muscles were somewhat relaxed in the warm water, she accepted the enlarged phallus more easily than before.
Siren, who was lying face down and holding onto the bathtub, shuddered at the pleasure of being thrust into and lowered her head.
‘Ah, it’s good.’
He knew exactly where to poke to make her feel it.
Sometimes he finished quickly, but when he was in this languid mood, he never let her feel an o****m easily.
By teasingly pressing only near the spot, giving her a sense of pressure, her clear fluid burst in an instant.
“How can you c*m already, honey?”
“Ah, ah…!”
“You haven’t even felt it properly yet. But your legs are already giving out.”
He, who was playful, grinned and pulled his p***s out to the end, then thrust it in at once. The thing that came in deeply touched the right spot, and Siren’s mouth opened involuntarily.
“Ah…!”
His big hand massaged her chest, which was writhing without breathing. He squeezed and twisted, then gently rubbed both n*****s and lifted his hips.
If you let out a loud moan in the bathroom, it echoes and quickly spreads to the hallway.
Knowing that, Siren tried her best to hold back the sound, groaning.
“Don’t hold back. I want to hear it.”
He whispered in a lower, hoarse voice, then pushed a finger into her mouth and rubbed her tongue.
He pressed and then flicked it around, tickling her palate, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Even during that time, he didn’t stop rummaging below.
‘Ah, it feels like all the organs in my stomach are being heard.’
When he deliberately rubbed the upper part, she felt a vibration from her a**s, and she felt like she was going crazy. When he scraped down, she couldn’t breathe at all.
All she could do in this situation was tremble.
So she enjoyed the moment as a moment.
While trying to feel Yasmin’s anxiety melted into this act, she didn’t get buried in it.
That was the only way she could hold him.
Even if she couldn’t be a lighthouse, she could be an anchor, couldn’t she?
So he wouldn’t drift.
So he wouldn’t have to wander alone in the vast sea.
Because if the anchor broke, even if he wanted to rest when the storm hit, he wouldn’t be able to.
“I don’t want to be your destination or dream. But I want to be a place where you can rest.”
After a short but satisfying s*x, Siren gently stroked Yasmin’s hair and whispered.
“The anchor is always with the ship on its way. The lighthouse is far away, and the ship has to go there.”
“You’re emotional today. Was it the book you read earlier?”
“Let’s say it was.”
Even when she gave him kind words, Yasmin received them playfully or grumpily.
Since that was also him, Siren didn’t care much and just hugged her husband gently.
If she kept doing this, he would soften someday. Although, it didn’t really matter if he didn’t.
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