I Didn’t Know I Had Two Husbands - Chapter 34

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As she absentmindedly let her thoughts trail on, she instinctively stopped herself. The more curious she became about him, the more uncontrollable her desire would grow.

She had become his wife now, but she still couldn’t judge how much of him she was allowed to desire. So she quietly rationalized the doubt that had crept into her mind.

Right. No matter what kind of personality he had, he was still Lucian.

That was what mattered most. The fact that he was the man she loved wouldn’t change. After all, a person didn’t have only one side.

Elaria herself seemed gentle, but when she became stubborn, she never gave in. Even when the gifts he gave her were taken away by her sister or other young ladies for absurd reasons, she had never once spoken about him.

What kind of tea he liked, his taste in food, the perfume he used, even which toner he applied when washing his face.

His habits, and how much effort he had put in to stand where he was.

Even the smallest things about him that could only be known by staying close to him, she never spoke aloud. She kept her mouth shut even when Elisa pressed her relentlessly, and even when noble ladies who held regular tea parties excluded her.

Because all of that belonged to her.

Even if she couldn’t say it out loud, his lover had been her, Elaria. That pride was something she would never yield to anyone.

Elaria stared blankly at the stage for a moment. The opera singers were coming out one by one to bow. At the sound of the audience applauding together, she reflexively joined in.

When she remained silent for a long time, Lucian couldn’t hold back and spoke first.

“How was it?”

“…Mm, it was interesting, but it felt strange.”

“Which part?”

His low voice was very quiet. There was a faint note of pressure, as if urging her to answer, but Elaria didn’t notice. Rather, it was more accurate to say she answered out of habit, because she had always answered him.

“Why did Lydia choose only one?”

At her reply, which answered a question with another question, Lucian smiled with deep satisfaction and agreed.

“You’re right. That was foolish.”

“Mm. They were both the same husband, Alex.”

“You’re right, Elaria.”

As he responded, Lucian clasped her hand tightly. Whether the audience was giving a standing ovation or not, he looked only at her. The two gazed at each other in silence for a moment before quickly leaving the theater.

Once inside the ducal carriage that had been waiting, neither of them waited for the other. They pulled each other at the same time into a deep kiss.

Lucian gripped the back of her slender neck and tilted her head slightly. Between their tightly sealed lips, warm, wet flesh slipped boldly inside.

“Hn, mm…”

As his tongue scraped her palate, a soft sound escaped her nose. Elaria clutched his arm and opened her mouth wider. As if praising her, his fingers slid into her hair and gently stroked her scalp.

“Ah—!”

Just the touch on her scalp made the strength leave her waist. Pushed by his weight, she was gradually pressed back against the seat. The pressure with which he sucked at her tongue as if to swallow it made a faint, breathy sound escape her.

He pushed his tongue in deeply, narrowing his lips as he drew in her saliva with strong suction. At the same time, the tip of his tongue repeatedly tapped against her palate. Even that small, tapping sensation made her waist twist.

At night, Lucian always tormented the roof of her mouth. A place that had once only tickled had somehow become sensitive, though she didn’t even realize when that had happened.

“Mm…”

The deep suction made her tongue ache faintly. Elaria gripped his arm tightly and tried to pull her head back, but his persistent pursuit cornered her completely.

Trapped in the corner, pressed beneath him, her mouth was thoroughly invaded. What made even less sense was that although only her mouth was being licked, she was already wet below.

His large, muscular body held her without a gap as he moved slowly up and down. Even through the dress between them, she couldn’t fail to feel the hardness. He was rubbing himself directly against her most sensitive place.

“Hn, ah…”

Beneath the dress and undergarments, her c******s was pressed repeatedly. It felt similar to the way he pressed against her tongue with his own. As he crushed and traced along the sides and underside of her tongue, his hips didn’t stop moving.