The Hungry Tyrant’s Bedroom - Chapter 84

Floria, now embarrassed, crawled forward trying to escape, but he didn’t let go.

Placing his hand on her pelvis, he positioned himself between her legs.

“I just want to touch you this way, Floria.”

“…Ahh.”

“My Floria.”

He whispered in a rich tone so deep it seemed to reach the floor—how could she refuse?

Floria nodded. Even the slightest move made her hips sway seductively.

Aiden nestled his thick manhood between her thighs and began to move his hips slowly.

Clack, clack.

His firm length pressed and parted Floria’s flesh with each thrust.

“Ughhh…”

Every movement of his aroused her — moisture dripped from her entrance, serving as lubrication, and Aiden pressed on relentlessly.

Her inner thighs were a mess.

Even his slightest touch with a finger reddened a small patch of flesh, sending a thrilling ache as it pressed against him.

“Aiden.”

With a hoarse breath, she called his name. He still held her hips and moved inside her.

His body was hard and hot.

Slap, slap—her soft b******s slapped against his abs, echoing through the room.

Though they hadn’t penetrated fully because of her pregnancy, even this external stimulation blurred her mind. It felt hard and scorching, pushing her toward madness.

Inside felt ticklish, craving even stronger stimulation.

“Ha, hauk…”

He rubbed himself against her covetously.

The lewd sounds filling the room mattered not—Floria, embarrassed no more, crouched and shook her hips like a beast.

All reason had flown away.

“A, Aidan.”

At the moment his pillar pressed into her flesh once more, Floria reached her climax.

A rush of hot liquid spilled between her thighs, her arms trembled and gave way—Aiden caught her on the bed.

“Floria…”

Trembling between her legs, Aidan also released thick, harsh spurts of seed.

Sticky fluid was splattered all over—on her red flesh, between her thighs, even soaking the bed.

“Ha, haa…”

Reaching his peak, he gently lifted Floria and laid her on the bed.

His body, long ignited by contact after so long, felt too hot to move even a fingertip.

His residue lay clouded on her pale skin.

He dampened a clean cloth and wiped her body.

“Ha…”

That gentle touch still stimulated her; she trembled under his hand several times.

Bright midday sunlight still streamed onto her body.

Emerging from pleasure, Floria felt shy again.

She fumbled to find her gown.

Aidan lifted it for her, draping it over her, and drew her into an embrace.

“In broad daylight…”

“No one knows.”

“But the baby will know.”

Floria said softly, glancing down at her still barely noticeable bump.

Aidan pressed his face against her neck and whispered:

“Why would the child know?”

“Wouldn’t it be absurd?”

Hearing that, Aiden lifted one corner of his mouth in a smile.

“They’ll think we’re loving parents.”

“…”

“Who love each other deeply… that’s what they’ll think.”

Floria turned her head, cheeks flushed at his words.

And indeed it was true.

Floria loved him dearly, and his love overflowed in her heart without needing any words.

Two people deeply in love, bodies astride, listening to each other’s racing hearts.

In springtime, joyful news arrived in the Duchy of Sieff.

The Duchess gave birth to a healthy baby boy.

The chubby child, with jet-black hair and deep brown eyes reminiscent of the Duke, was named “Clesia,” meaning “one worthy of love” in the language of Sieff.