Chapter 92
“No.”
Hotly, intensely, she tempted him.
“I want to become one with you now.”
“Ha.”
She spread her legs slightly, revealing her pink flesh.
Her chest swollen, she called the man’s name.
“My Aidan.”
A low voice. In the end, the man could no longer resist.
Though it had been a long time since their last union, Floria’s body, which had long been waiting for Aidan, gently received his p***s.
“Ha.”
Wriggling, Floria’s body accepted the thick and hard thing.
He lowered his head.
An unspeakably indecent sight spread before his eyes.
From the tips of her b*****s that drooped downward, white liquid beaded, and between her legs his thick manhood was half-buried.
The man’s organ, as thick as a fist, had turned a bursting, dark red.
The fact that such a thing entered her body was almost wondrous.
“Ahhk.”
As she took in his member that split her hole wide open, Floria sobbed.
“Aidan, I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Thinking only of you.”
He devoured the lips of his wife who longed for him.
On the tip of the man’s tongue that delved inside lingered the faint taste of milk.
Not cow’s milk—something else.
The thought that it was her own b****t milk made it feel like she was committing something forbidden, but there was no time to think about it.
His fully embedded length stirred inside her as though pressing on her very organs.
“How much I’ve desired you.”
“Ah, haok.”
“Floria. Just calling your name makes the blood rush below, damn it.”
Again and again, saying so, the man dragged his dry lips over her slender nape.
All the while, Aidan finely shook his hips.
He drove into the sweetest spot, the very deepest place.
“Ah, ahh.”
She cried out like a beast.
Every time he thrust his p***s deep, Floria’s insides clamped down tight.
Each time, from the tips of her softly quivering b*****s, white liquid spurted out.
Over the man’s taut abs, transparent essence and white milk streamed, making a complete mess.
But neither of them cared.
Floria wrapped her legs around his waist, and Aidan clung to her b*****s, sucking at them.
Cool yet aching, thrilling yet burning night.
Overwhelmed by the sensation as though her whole body were melting away, Floria clung tightly to him.
At that moment, something burst within her, and the two of them became truly one.
“Haa, ha.”
As she exhaled ragged breaths, the man gently bit and released her lips.
“Beautiful Floria.”
“…..Ah.”
“I’ll never leave your side again.”
I can’t live without you.
Saying so, the man moved again within her.
Squish, squelch—the firm press of his hips struck against Floria’s soft thighs, and inside, white seed and cloudy fluids mingled and spilled out.
The thick hair between their loins was drenched with fluids.
“I love you.”
Uttering sweet words that didn’t match his rugged appearance, he rubbed his great length against her innermost place, and Floria’s vision turned pitch-black.
Overwhelmed by the ecstatic sensation, her soft body collapsed beneath him, and Aidan gently held her close.
It was a perfect union.
From Floria wafted a light floral fragrance.
He had missed this scent.
A subtle fragrance that lingered even when she used no oils to wash.
Whenever he breathed it in, Aidan’s heart always settled into calm.
After Floria fell asleep, he swept back her crimson hair.
Looking at the face of the woman exhausted after their endless lovemaking, Aidan’s lips lifted into a smile.
Even as he dabbed her sweat-soaked forehead with a handkerchief, she did not stir in the slightest.
How weary she must have been.
Listening to her faint breaths, he gazed at his wife for a long while.
Her round forehead, her long lashes, and her red lips.
Through a long period of morning sickness and childbirth, she had grown far thinner than before.
Now, for a time, Aidan would not leave the castle walls—his only duty was to guard her.
He would feed her more delicious food and put flesh back on her.
And he would massage her body, from head to toe, every day.
His hands were rough hands.
Just a few hours ago, they had gripped the reins of a horse.
Hands accustomed to holding spear and shield.
But now, he only wished to be by Floria’s side.
That place beside her was the very place he belonged.
And to ensure war never broke out again, Aidan would remain vigilant—so he would never be torn from the arms of his beloved family, and so he could protect them.
Aidan drew Floria into his embrace.
Never to let her go again—hotly, firmly.
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