We’re Married, After All - Chapter 96

It spilled out. The pleasure that dripped down transformed into a lewd liquid that mixed with the bathwater.

Splash

As strength drained from my body, the water in the bathtub began to surge wildly. Only then did Danel release my lips.

“Haa, haa, ah, ha…”
My breath filled my throat. I lay there, limp and gasping for air.

Danel’s gaze fell on my now extremely sensitive body—the same unceasing, scrutinizing, and endlessly lustful look as the eyes that had poured in from the opposite side of the easel.
Danel’s arms slipped away from me. Rising from his position, he stepped into the bathtub. Through his fluttering eyelids, I saw his pants quickly become soaked.

So, he intends to insert tonight, I thought, my mind overwhelmed by pleasure.

Danel had always been as reluctant to insert as he was to display his paintings. He’d always cared more about me than his own pleasure, but after my body had fully recovered, that hesitance had grown even stronger.
And even if he were to insert…
I furrowed my brow slightly, feeling an almost certain premonition that today would unfold in the same way.

While unfastening the buttons on his pants, Danel’s thin summer shirt became soaked in an instant. Beneath the white fabric, his firm muscles and chest were clearly visible—giving him a look even more lascivious than if he were naked.
The wet, semi-transparent shirt and the solid body beneath pressed me tightly, while at the same time, his rigid e******n pressed firmly against my lower abdomen.

I reached out and grasped Danel, unable to resist the urge. I didn’t just want to feel him against me—I wanted to feel him deep inside.

As he aligned himself between my legs, his shoulders trembled slightly, as if realizing just how much I desired him. Even though I had anticipated his every move, my body reacted instinctively.

The lingering sensitivity from before caused me to shudder as he pressed forward. A warmth, different from the bathwater, spread between us, and Danel let out a quiet sigh. A single droplet clung to his throat as he swallowed hard.

“Haa…”

He took a deep breath, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, bracing myself.

In response, his embrace tightened, holding me close.

“Aah…!”

A sharp gasp escaped me as he moved deeper, sending a shiver through my core. The unfamiliar yet overwhelming sensation made my body tense involuntarily.

“Ah…”

His heated breath tickled my ear as he leaned in, pressing closer. He traced the curve of my ear gently, his breath warm and unsteady.

A shiver ran down the back of my neck.
But there was no room to dwell on the eerie sensation.

Thud. A deep pressure settled inside me, striking at my most sensitive spot without mercy. My body trembled, my legs kicking instinctively.

“Ahn… ah… ahh, not there—ahh!”

But my resistance was easily overpowered. Danel firmly grasped my thighs, parting them as he moved with unwavering force. Water sloshed over the edges of the tub as he pressed deeper, hitting the same vulnerable spot once more.

Perhaps because I was curled up against the bathtub wall, every movement angled inward, pressing firmly in a way that left me breathless. The overwhelming sensations left my knees trembling above the water. The intensity was dizzying, blurring the line between pleasure and something far beyond comprehension.

Heat. Pressure. An unrelenting, consuming sensation. Was this something that could simply be called pleasure?

“Hah… w-wait, ah, ahh…!”

My head shook side to side, my voice unsteady, breaking apart into fragmented gasps rather than coherent words. My entire body shuddered with short, erratic waves, an unfamiliar sensation washing over me before I could fully grasp what was happening.

Realization came late—this feeling wasn’t just overwhelming, it was frightening. The deep, pulsing force seemed to draw every sensation inward, holding me captive in its relentless grasp.

But in the end, I was swept to the peak of pleasure. A powerful wave surged through me, so intense it felt as if my entire body might burn away.

Heat bubbled up from deep in my lower abdomen, reaching a height that left me breathless. The final release, after a series of shallow peaks, was so overwhelming and drawn out that I could do nothing but tremble in its grasp.

And then—I felt a new sensation. A warmth pressing against my most sensitive spot. My body, rather than my mind, recognized what it was.

On instinct, my legs wrapped around Danel’s waist, but my trembling form had no strength to stop him.

“Kh…!”

Danel grasped my knees, gently parting them. At the same time, he withdrew, and with that movement, a milky warmth spilled across my chest and chin.

I had expected this.

It was always like this—unless I held onto him tightly, Danel never released inside me. If we weren’t in a place where we could immediately clean up, he never allowed himself to move this intensely.

How foolish.

I gazed up at him through hazy eyes. The man who still feared the possibility of me conceiving seemed almost ridiculous… yet the lingering scent of him on my skin wasn’t unpleasant. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing.

As if confirming my thoughts, Danel’s throat bobbed as he looked down at me, his expression tense. Then, with a sigh, he clenched his jaw and gently covered my eyes with his palm—just like how I used to soothe Ireneo when trying to put him to sleep.

The familiar gesture made me chuckle softly.