We’re Married, After All - Chapter 53

The penetration happened without any foreplay. The moment Danel aligned himself between my legs, he thrust his hips upward.

“Ugh…!”

The tight flesh parted in an instant. The thought that my body had become a passage for his member made my fluids drip uncontrollably. It was a bizarre arousal, born from thoughts as masochistic as they were despairing.

“Ahh… ah, slow down… ahh!”

Before I could adjust, Danel began moving. It wasn’t painful or overwhelming. That was to be expected—he was ready in his own way, and so was I, completely soaked. The truth was, last night, which had been filled with foreplay, hadn’t been much different from this.

The heat coiled deep inside my abdomen sent shivers through my entire body. Each time the white, hooked head of his length scraped against my walls, an unbelievable pleasure surged. It was a level of stimulation far beyond what I deserved to handle.

Danel looked down at me, his expression calm as he watched me begin to feel it. As soon as he was certain, he skillfully struck my inner depths. Blunt, solid impacts rippled through my lower abdomen, and my body melted in response, eagerly anticipating more of the pleasure to come.

For the first time, I felt something I didn’t want to feel.

“Ahh, ahh… no, ah… ahhh!”

I didn’t want to feel this. I didn’t want to cry as if I welcomed him all the way inside.

I didn’t want to forget the questions I’d asked just moments ago. Even if I couldn’t get proper answers, I wanted to keep pushing him, to keep asking. No, I had to ask: What is it you want to do? What do you expect from me?

But I couldn’t do anything.

“Ahh… ahhh…”

The sensitivity of my inner walls sent me to climax with just a few strokes. This place had already been thoroughly conditioned by him—there was nothing it could do except feel pleasure.

“Ugh… ah, ahh… ahhh!”

Perhaps it wasn’t just this part of me. Perhaps every part of me, beyond this soft membrane holding him, was the same.

When his hot breath spilled over my chest, I groaned reflexively. His hands brushing against my skin, the sound of his labored breaths, even the feeling of my back scraping against the hard desk—all of it drew whimpering sounds from me. The passage engulfing him wept copious fluids as though it were sobbing.

Danel, on the other hand, didn’t push himself. He didn’t bury himself to the hilt. As if afraid that my womb, carrying his child, might suffer even the slightest harm, he left part of his length outside. Only when I writhed unbearably did he gently press against the walls of my womb, offering just enough stimulation.

Sadly, my body found that to be more than enough.

Another climax washed over me. My vision, flickering like a heat haze, turned pure white, and all the light spilled over my skin as an overwhelming sensation.

Plop.

It wasn’t until the intensity subsided that I realized something new. The wetness streaming down my cheeks, the distorted vision…

Ah, I’m not the one crying.

I blinked a few times, and the moisture clinging to my lashes slid away. Through the clearing vision, I saw a man’s face—one I had never seen before.

Droplets trailing from his chin fell onto my cheeks.

In that moment, all the emotions I had been clinging to slipped through my fingers.

My doubts, suspicions, and vague conclusions—all of them scattered and became ungraspable. What took their place was a single, burning question.

Why is he crying?

It wasn’t meant as mockery. I was genuinely curious. The Danel Veloce I knew had lived his entire life like a fortress—unshakable and resolute. That such a man could shed tears was beyond anything I had imagined.

I reached out toward his face. I wanted to confirm if the trails running down his cheeks were truly tears. But just as I was about to touch him, Danel avoided my hand.

At the same time, he thrust his hips again. His large, solid length dragged against my insides with deliberate force. My body, still lightly trembling from the earlier climax, quivered anew.

“Ah… ugh… ahh!”

My balance slipped in an instant. My hand, unable to reach his face, fell against his chest. Thump-thump. A thunderous heartbeat pounded beneath my palm.

And then it began again.

Danel resumed thrusting relentlessly. My swollen womb was softly pushed upward by his blunt tip. The unfamiliar stimulation caused small spasms in my inner walls.

As I began to feel it, Danel grew even more relentless. He struck and scraped exactly where I felt the most, relentlessly teasing the slick, clinging flesh inside me. I could feel his clenched teeth through the tension in his body.

“Ugh…”

With a powerful thrust, Danel dragged his sharp tip against my sensitive walls and retreated.

I cried uncontrollably. Even though he hadn’t gone all the way in, the pleasure didn’t diminish. If anything, it was so overwhelming it felt like my skin was stinging.

Sweat dripped onto my stomach, and the rigid heat inside me throbbed, spurting its own slick fluids. Even without burying himself fully, Danel seemed to derive intense pleasure.

But he didn’t look happy.

I struggled to look at him. His once-beautiful blond hair was now a disheveled mess, his forehead crumpled, and his violet eyes leaked transparent tears nonstop.

For some reason, Danel seems terrified.

“Ahh… ah… haa!”

The chest under my palm pounded without rest. Whenever I succumbed to pleasure, Danel’s heart raced even faster—a trembling that felt undeniably close to fear.

Through the haze of ecstasy, my thoughts flickered in and out.

So that’s why he’s been crying this whole time.

Because he’s afraid.