Chapter 56
Testing it, Logan moved his hips lightly. His hardened length slid just between her folds. The strange sensation made Anne flinch. When he thrust a little harder, she inhaled sharply. The tip brushed between her folds and struck her c**t directly. Her back straightened at once.
Noticing her reaction, Logan began moving his hips again. Pulling Anne’s upper body close as it bent forward on its own, he thrust his hips firmly.
“Mmnh…!”
Anne rubbed the back of her head against Logan’s shoulder in a daze. The sensation was strange. Each time he brushed and pressed upward, her entrance clenched reflexively, and when he withdrew, fresh moisture soaked the tip. The slickness made it feel more and more like actual penetration. Every time her c**t was struck, her lower abdomen tightened.
As he moved his hips, Logan gently kneaded both of her b*****s. He suppressed the urge to grip them hard enough to crush and instead moved his hands carefully, as if easing out tension. When he caught the sensitive tip between his fingers and rubbed lightly, Anne threw her head back and cried out.
“Haahn, it, it feels, weird…”
Anne waved her arms helplessly in the air. Logan placed one hand over each of hers. With their fingers interlaced, he held her tightly, enclosing her completely in his arms, then drove his hips forward again with force. Each time their bodies pressed together, his remaining t******e struck beneath her.
It felt as if they had become one. Floating in that rising sense of euphoria, Anne surrendered herself. Logan’s movements grew faster and rougher. Each time Anne squeezed her thighs together and tightened below, the pressure intensified. Logan nibbled lightly at her ear, attentively watching her reactions.
His own pleasure was secondary to him anyway. The moment Anne sank into a light, warm satisfaction, Logan stopped holding back and released.
“Keugh…”
From the tip pressed between her thighs, his release spilled out. Because of the long restraint he had endured even after regaining sensation, the amount was considerable. As his hips jerked instinctively, some splashed onto her abdomen and chest, while most gathered between her soft thighs.
“Haa…”
Their heavy breathing echoed in the bedroom, thick with heat and moisture. Outside, the earlier noise had already quieted somewhat. Even after his breathing steadied, Logan didn’t immediately loosen his arms. Even though he knew they could be together from now on, he was reluctant to let her go.
Holding her firmly, he pressed a kiss to her cheek. Anne rested her head comfortably against his chest. The dampness between her legs felt uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to pull away either. Strangely, her heart felt calm. As if everything had finally become complete.
After a moment, Anne rubbed her lower abdomen. Was there really a baby inside? She wondered when it would start to feel real. When she tilted her head to the side, Logan placed small kisses along her neck. Letting him, Anne spoke softly.
“Do you think it’ll be a girl, or a boy?”
“Does it matter?”
Logan answered lightly. He was right. Even now the kingdom was ruled by a queen, so whether it was a prince or a princess didn’t really matter. But Anne was curious what kind of child this new life, one that had never existed in the original story, would be.
“I’m just curious.”
“I don’t care. As long as the child looks like you.”
“Me? Why?”
Anne turned her head back, eyes wide. Logan kissed the corner of her eye and replied,
“You were really cute when you were little.”
At his shameless answer, Anne snorted. There were limits to empty flattery.
She turned her head forward again. The man who had just told such a blatant lie pressed himself against her shoulder once more.
Anne fell into thought. If it were a son, it might be fine if he resembled her. But if it were a daughter, she hoped the child would resemble Logan. If the girl took after her, Logan might flinch every time he saw her.
Logan tightened his arm around her.
“Go ahead and sleep. I’ll clean you up later.”
It sounded so perfectly like something a male lead would say that a small laugh escaped Anne. But she really was drowsy.
Things wouldn’t change just because she wanted them to, so she leaned against Logan and quietly closed her eyes. After a busy day since morning, sleep came quickly. In the warmth of his arms, she fell into the deepest sleep she had known.
That night, Anne met a small girl in her dream. They held hands and walked together out of a mist-covered forest. She wondered if it might be a prenatal dream, but unfortunately, when she woke, she couldn’t remember the child’s face.
Anne Agnes’s life had begun long ago, but only now did she realize that this was a story written on a blank page. A completely new story written by everyone together. And she herself was the protagonist.
And she would learn a little later just how powerful the male lead’s genes truly were.
—The End—
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