Chapter 91
Instead, he pulled her in closer, drawing her tight beside him.
“Ah, ha-ut.”
Even more lascivious sounds slipped past her lips.
He made ppok-ppok noises with his lips as he sucked her n****e, and warm milk flowed out inside, cooling her.
To bear that oddly intense sensation—one that made her moan—Floria bit her lip.
The man was ravenous. At first, his intention had clearly been to touch her b*****s to soothe her, to make her comfortable.
But he didn’t stop there—he began licking her b*****s with growing greed.
As if he wanted not to leave a single drop, he was obsessively as if swallowing her b*****s whole.
On her pale b*****s, instead of the milky fluid scattered earlier, were glistening drops of his saliva.
“Heheung.”
Panting, barely able to suppress her moans, something she had never expected caught Floria’s eye.
Between the man’s legs—he had changed into thin clothes earlier—a firm column rose, even harder than muscle, one she knew well.
Above the long, thick red member that was like a baby’s forearm, blue veins stood out in bumps.
As she stared, without realizing, the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked grin.
“It’s been months since I could do this.
You’ll have to forgive me just this much.”
Aidan grew excited while sucking her milk.
But she could not blame him.
Ever since she became pregnant, the two had been unable to be together, and after childbirth,for her recovery, he desperately sought desire.
Through hands and b*****s, and through lips, they shared the warmth of skin—yet that alone was not enough.
Moreover, they had been apart for a whole month.
Even though they had spent a week (or so) apart before, they had never failed to be together for this long.
So as soon as he returned to the castle, saw Floria’s b*****s, it was no wonder he was aroused.
Besides,
Perhaps I truly am a base woman.
While he fondled her large b*****s to put her at ease, the space between her thighs was wet and sticky.
Because he had been away so long, Floria had not had him inside her.
For a woman who already knew the bliss of nights together with him, these months had been unbearably long.
“Hah-uek.”
Strangely, when he licked that place like a wild beast with his rough tongue, she didn’t know what to do—she felt a carnal sensation.
It went beyond mere relief of tension.
At first he had only touched her b*****s; then his hand slowly swept down her back.
A bronze hand glided over her smooth skin.
Even that alone sent waves of pleasure through her.
His hand slid down her waist, delved between her thighs.
“Ha.”
She exhaled lightly. Not only her v***a, even her thighs, were slick with transparent fluid.
Proof of arousal.
Though he was touching her to relieve her soreness from milk, she was aroused.
The man used one hand to explore down there.
“Haa, that spot—”
“This is dripping too, see.”
“…Euhng.”
As his fingers traced the folds, Floria’s hips lifted.
“Why, ah.”
“I thought maybe I should massage here too.”
At his teasing—something she thought he would never utter in his lifetime—Floria’s nape flushed scarlet.
It had been quite a while since his hand had touched that spot.
Just scraping down over the coarse hair there by her husband made the inside tighten, membranes rubbing against each other.
Already congested, taut flesh—he touched it.
“Euhng.”
When they first were together, the man’s caresses were awkward, but now, understanding Floria completely, even a small touch sent her burning.
It felt good even to the tips of her toes, a tingling pleasure.
As she shook her head, strands of her red hair became tangled.
“Aidan.”
“…Why?”
“Aidan.”
Although she knew why she called him, the man continued touching that place.
It had already been a long time since they had been intimate.
His through-clothes state was large enough to see plainly; his hand was ruined with Floria’s arousal fluid on its back.
Both of them wanted each other.
So, simply calling his name, “Aidan,” she believed he would take her.
“Please.”
“I want you.”
The man said, seeing Floria cling to him, her body trembling. Just by her slight shiver, milk had gathered at the tip of the b****t he had squeezed and sucked earlier—a white bead.
“I don’t want to destroy you.”
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