Chapter 110 🔞
Drinking in the scent of his Omega, who gently soothed the tangled pheromones within him, he too finally reached release. He spilled deep inside her again and again, enough to completely fill her. With the thick scent of sxmxn spreading within her, the woman parted her lips and panted.
“Haah, haah.”
“…”
It felt as though a veil had been lifted from his vision. Only then did Russell, with a sliver of reason finally returning to him, truly take in the scene before his eyes.
The woman gazing at him while producing milk for their child for the very first time. Marie.
His wife. The Crown Princess. By then, his length had already hardened once more inside her, relentlessly filling her. The meaning behind the arms she raised toward him as she let out soft moans was unmistakable.
“Hold me, Russell.”
He gladly did so.
No, he threw himself at her as though he would die if he didn’t. Keeping himself buried inside her, he moved slowly, leaving his traces deep within her tight warmth. He suckled at her pale, graceful nape and captured her reddened lips, which silently urged him on, gently biting them.
As though unwilling to waste even a single drop of saliva, he devoured her, mingling their breaths together.
“Look at me, Russell.”
Marie whispered softly, as though telling him not to lose himself. Yet despite saying so, she still refused to even touch the choker capable of rendering him unconscious.
“You know…”
With those brilliantly shining eyes, those impossibly beautiful eyes, she confessed her love.
“I can feel your emotions now.”
Exhaling a sweet breath, she enveloped him with Omega pheromones richer and warmer than ever before, soothing his wounded heart.
There was greed in her eyes, as though she too had become a beast for his sake.
“It isn’t just your imprint anymore. Now I can read you too. I can feel you.”
“Haah…”
“I know how happy you are. And how much… how very much you want to hold me.”
“Ugh.”
The overwhelming excitement surging through him clearly did not belong to him alone.
It belonged to her as well.
Ah, yes. They were connected.
Completely. Perfectly.
It was no longer an incomplete, one-sided imprint.
An indescribable flood of joy engulfed him whole.
“Move… move, Russell. Mmph, hold me.”
“…Ngh.”
Feeling the presence of the small life growing within her swollen belly, a strange yet beloved existence, he began to move the shxft buried deep within the warm passage embracing him.
“Ahh! Ah!”
“Marie.”
“Deeper, hngh, deeper. Aaah!”
He could not help but devour this luscious Omega who said she could feel him, who said she had imprinted on him.
His beloved wife.
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