We’re Married, After All - Chapter 98

It had been a long time since I’d seen him like this. Lately, Danel had been pushing me too hard—so much so that whenever we were intimate, I could only feel the overwhelming intensity of his actions rather than the desire that fueled them.

Ever since I had given birth, Danel had been careful to restrain himself. He rarely allowed himself to let go completely, afraid that he might lose control. There were even times when he went as far as tying himself up to prevent any slip in restraint.

On the other hand, I had always wanted to respond to his desires—from the early days of our marriage until now. What had once been a sense of obligation had long since turned into love. I wanted to give him everything, yet it never seemed to be enough. Danel never truly let me see all of him.

Because of that, I didn’t fully understand the depth of his desires. But I did know one thing—he had been holding himself back for a long time.

‘If I let him believe this is a dream… would he finally do as he pleases?’

There was no way a man who had desired me for so long hadn’t dreamt of moments like this. He had even gone so far as to use sleep aids on me in the past, just to satisfy his longing.

After a brief hesitation, I allowed my body to relax completely, as if I had surrendered to deep sleep. It felt like the only way to truly follow the rhythm of his dream.

Danel murmured my name in a low voice, his touch growing bolder as he explored my skin. His breath grazed along my nape, down my back, and across the gentle curve beneath my chest.

When he lifted my arm and buried his face against me, a deep sense of embarrassment surged through me. But I forced myself to stay still, letting him take in my scent. There was no stopping the heat that crept up my cheeks, however.

By the time I realized it, Danel’s body had tensed, his warmth pressing insistently against me, even through the thin fabric of my nightclothes. His heat and the faint dampness of his skin were unmistakable.

I found myself staring, captivated, unable to look away.

Before I could process what was happening, my body was suddenly flipped over. I barely had time to react before I found myself draped over Danel, my weight pressing down against him.

“…Huh?”

A dumbfounded sound slipped from my lips. I couldn’t grasp what had just happened.

Then, without warning, his hands gripped my waist and lifted me effortlessly, positioning me above him.

“…!”

The abrupt motion left me speechless. I had completely forgotten to keep up the act of pretending to be asleep, instead instinctively bracing myself on my knees.

A warm breath ghosted against my skin.

My thighs trembled involuntarily. Even though the dim light should have obscured his vision, I had no doubt—Danel was staring straight at me.

I didn’t know how much time had passed. Then, his arms wrapped securely around my legs, as if anticipating my resistance.

I instinctively tried to steady myself, but it was useless.

With no effort at all, I was drawn downward.

A sharp gasp escaped me.

The moment I realized where I had landed, I clapped a hand over my mouth.

I wasn’t sure I could handle the sounds threatening to spill out.

Fortunately, Danel didn’t seem to mind my hesitant resistance. He simply buried his face between my thighs, pressing in as if trying to get as close as possible.

Then, I felt his hands grip my hips.

‘No way…’

A sudden unease crept over me. The image of Danel, his face pressed against my skin as he breathed me in, flashed through my mind.

And just as I feared, my instincts were right. With me still seated atop him, Danel inhaled deeply.

A sharp, exaggerated breath followed, as if he were determined to take in every bit of me.

He repeated the act several times before pulling me down more firmly, his strength combining with my own weight to press me against him. Even as I tensed at the sensation, he showed no signs of stopping—he was clearly far from satisfied.

A moment later, his lips brushed against me, warm and insistent. The heat of his breath seeped through the minimal space between us.

“Mm… ah…”

A tremor ran through my throat as a small sound escaped me. The situation was so far beyond anything I had imagined that I couldn’t even feel embarrassed anymore.

Danel exhaled slowly, purposefully. It was as if he was determined to spend every breath memorizing me, as though he wouldn’t mind if he drowned in the sensation entirely.

But this was only the beginning.

“Ah—!”

For a brief moment, Danel pulled away—only to close in again, his lips capturing the most sensitive part of me.

A wet sound filled the quiet space. The unabashed intensity of it made my entire body stiffen.

It was so dark, yet everything felt overwhelming all at once.

I squeezed my eyes shut. The damp sensation against my skin was vivid, every movement magnified by my heightened nerves. My throat felt dry.

I had expected this much. Even when he had used sleeping aids to keep me unaware, he had always been like this. I knew it would end this way eventually.

But still…

‘I never thought I’d end up using my husband’s face as a seat.’

Flustered, I tried to lift myself off him, shifting my weight in an attempt to move. But no matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t escape. Danel only held me more firmly in place, his grip unwavering.

In the end, his mouth and tongue pushed me over the edge, sending waves of sensation rippling through me. The intensity of it spread outward from a single point, leaving me breathless and shaking.

“Haa, ahh… aah…”

My back arched involuntarily as my body reacted to the overwhelming sensation. It had been a long time since I’d felt anything like this—but even then, the aftershocks were almost too much to handle.

I wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the bed, but Danel’s strong arms held me firmly in place, refusing to let me move.

Oddly enough, maintaining this position wasn’t too different from horseback riding—except the more I tried to resist, the more unexpected waves of pleasure came crashing down in return.