We’re Married, After All - Chapter 100

But tonight was different. Even in this exhausted state, sleep refused to come. Normally, after experiencing something this intense, I would have drifted into unconsciousness—but for some reason, my mind remained painfully awake.

In contrast, Danel seemed completely lost in the moment.

Even after I had reached my peak, he continued to press soft kisses along my lips, knees, and ankles. All the while, his breath was uneven, his body trembling with lingering tension. Without a single word, he released again, leaving traces of himself across my skin.

The final place he claimed was my hair, running his fingers through the already disheveled strands before finally settling between my legs once more. His body remained taut with unrelenting desire.

Meanwhile, I had no strength left. Not even enough to move a single finger.

When he entered me once more, I could barely react. Even as he filled me completely, I could only let out a breathless gasp, too overwhelmed to fully process the sensation.

But Danel didn’t stop. Slowly, he guided me back, awakening every nerve in my body once again.

“Haa… ah…”

My voice trembled, raw with sensation. At this point, the fire deep in my core refused to die down, and all I could do was surrender to it.

Perhaps I had simply felt too much. Maybe my body had reached a point where it no longer knew how to resist.

Danel’s breath ghosted over my cheek as he moved, his rhythm deep and steady. The sound of our connection filled the room, heightening the dizzying sensations that surrounded me.

Then, he thrust forward with sudden force. A deep, resounding pressure spread through me, knocking the air from my lungs.

Danel’s body trembled as he reached his peak once more, warmth spilling deep inside me.

“Mm…”

He let out a low groan, his movements slowing as if savoring the lingering sensation. But the pause was brief. Before long, he resumed, his rhythm growing intense once again. Each movement sent a deep pressure reverberating through me, the sensation overwhelming.

I lost track of how many times this cycle repeated.

“Haa… ah… mmh—ah…!”

Each motion sent a rush of heat through my body, my breath hitching as I struggled to keep up. I could feel how full I was, warmth pooling inside with nowhere left to go.

Through the long hours of the night and into the early dawn, Danel continued, his touch unwavering. His persistence spoke volumes, as if he wished to claim every part of me, leaving no doubt of his devotion.

And while a part of me welcomed that—there was no denying my limit had long since passed.

“Ah… ah, ahh—!”

A sudden rush of overwhelming sensation overtook me, leaving me trembling uncontrollably. My exhausted body shuddered, unable to contain the intensity any longer. A final wave of heat spilled between us, dampening the sheets beneath me.

At last, Danel stilled.

Under the breaking dawn, violet eyes traced the droplets splattered across my cheek, the disheveled bed, and my body—far more of a mess than anything else in the room.

“…Ah.”

Danel’s tightly pressed lips finally parted, a breath slipping through like a sigh of realization.

As if only now grasping the situation, his face hardened, stiff with recognition.

So this is what you truly wanted.

Watching his devastated expression, I let my eyes drift shut. There was nothing more I could endure.

After that, everything faded to black. I slept until late that afternoon.

Following that fevered, relentless night, Danel acted as if he were atoning for some great sin. He tended to me like a devoted servant, and when he wasn’t at my side, he secluded himself in his office with Ireneo for hours on end.

As a result, I had far more freedom than usual. Even Janna, who had given birth six months after me, grumbled enviously about it.

Not that it was entirely a good thing…

That thought crossed my mind as I climbed the stairs for the third time, my child’s small hand tucked in mine. Just a few days alone, and already, I could feel a slow-burning heat curling deep in my lower belly.

Maybe it was because every time Danel so much as brushed against me, he flinched away—like a sinner fleeing from his own crime. Maybe it was because his warmth had become something I was beginning to crave.