We’re Married, After All - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

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Half-asleep, I wrapped both legs around Danel’s thighs. Adjusting my position as if clinging to his thick muscles, my legs spread wide. If I had been less drowsy, I might have realized how indecent the pose was, but the overwhelming sleepiness dulled any such thought.

Even so, I could still feel the powerful twitch of his thigh muscles beneath my legs.

As his uneven breaths filled the space, Danel suddenly enveloped me in his arms. The crushing pressure left me no time to protest before he abruptly thrust his hips downward. A sharp, wet sound accompanied the deep, forceful entry.

What followed was a series of violent, almost brutal thrusts. His head hammered against my cervix relentlessly, and the prominent veins along his length scraped against my inner walls without reprieve. Waves of pleasure, almost unbearable in intensity, crashed over me.

“Hah, ahh… ahh…”

The sounds escaping me were more like the groans of a wounded animal than moans. The relentless pounding against my womb felt as though it might break me. I could hardly breathe.

Tears streamed down my face. Even in my half-asleep state, the slick wetness soaking the bed and the fullness of his thick head pounding against my cervix were disturbingly vivid.

The sensations were overwhelming. The sharp creak of the bed, the dull ache reverberating in my lower abdomen, the searing breath falling onto my cheek—all of it blended into a chaotic storm of stimulation. It didn’t feel good—it felt overpowering, almost threatening.

I couldn’t think about anything. I had no control over the sounds spilling from my lips or the way my body trembled uncontrollably from the overwhelming pleasure.

Yet, a strange question suddenly surfaced in my mind: Why wasn’t Danel startled by how wrecked I was?

It didn’t seem like he was entirely unaffected. Even through my blurred vision, I could see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed dryly, his throat twitching visibly several times.

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But somehow… it felt strangely familiar.

“Hah, ahh, ahhh… ahhh…!”

Even as disjointed thoughts flooded my mind, the relentless movement deep in my lower abdomen didn’t cease. Heat churned violently from within, spreading outward. The constant pounding against my womb sent vibrations resembling pain, and slick wetness streamed down uncontrollably.

Each time the blunt tip slammed into my cervix, the dull ache mingled with sharp pleasure, leaving my lower abdomen throbbing and tender. All my senses became focused on the sensations radiating from that deep place within me.

Then, at some point, a scorching heat erupted from the deepest part of me. I could feel the forceful rush of his release as it hit my womb, the heavy weight of his seed filling me completely.

Through my unbearably heavy eyelids, I caught a glimpse of Danel. His face, though flushed and breathing heavily, remained much the same as usual. But his violet eyes—they burned with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. They reminded me of a sinner straight out of the scriptures, someone consumed by forbidden desires and acts they should never have committed.

The fragile thread of consciousness I had been holding onto finally snapped. The insomnia that had plagued me all day was defeated, replaced by an overwhelming wave of exhaustion.

Just before I let go completely, a single, vivid realization struck me in the haze of my fading awareness.

Hasn’t it always been like this?