We’re Married, After All - Chapter 99

“Haah, ah, haah, haah.”

As soon as the lingering sensation faded and I could move again, I gasped for breath. I already had a feeling about what Danel was going to do next.

“Hmph!”

Just as I expected, his warm tongue pressed forward, sending a shiver through me. A strange yet familiar sensation spread as he moved, making me instinctively tense.

“Mm, ngh… haah…”

A soft sigh escaped my lips, my breath laced with heat. The contrast between his touch and the delicate sensation against my skin sent a wave of unfamiliar yet thrilling pleasure through me. Even with just a shallow movement, a tingling sensation spread deep inside. My exhausted mind felt as if it were melting into the overwhelming heat.

Lost in the sensation, I couldn’t help but shift my hips. I thought I heard him chuckle, but I was too preoccupied to care. More than anything, I wanted to chase the growing tension building inside me.

Gentle yet insistent strokes traced over my most sensitive spot, sending a shiver down my spine. The careful rhythm against my skin made warmth pool in my core.

Soon, a familiar rush overtook me, my body trembling as my breath hitched. My muscles tensed, holding onto that last thread of tension before finally releasing. My strength faded, and as I exhaled, a soft sigh left my lips, my body sinking into the afterglow.

As if waiting for it, Danel’s warm tongue traced over the damp surface, collecting the lingering moisture. The accumulated heat spilled into his mouth, but there was too much—too much for him to take in at once. A drop escaped, sliding down his jaw.

Drip. Drop.

The sound of liquid meeting fabric reached my ears, and much like the spreading moisture, my thoughts grew hazy. My body felt utterly spent, drained of all energy. If I lay down now, I was sure I’d sleep soundly until morning.

But Danel didn’t let me go.

The moment I realized that, a chill of awareness snapped through me. He still hadn’t pulled away. Though he had moved slightly, his touch remained, gliding over sensitive skin as if searching for something.

“W-What are you…”

Before I could finish, I felt myself being lifted again. Not by my waist this time, but by my hips, his firm grip supporting me effortlessly. A warm sensation trailed downward, making me shiver.

Confused and breathless, I barely had time to process what was happening before I felt his lips brush over my skin once more, exploring lower, tracing a path along places I had never expected.

‘…Wait.’

A sudden shiver ran down my spine. His slow, deliberate movements sent a strange anticipation coursing through me. The thought crossed my mind—had he been planning to claim every part of me all along?

Before I could even react, Danel shifted me, positioning me in a way that left me utterly exposed.

Heat surged to my face, my entire body flushing in embarrassment.

What… How far is he planning to go?

A silent cry formed on my lips as I instinctively tried to twist away. But Danel’s arm wrapped firmly around my waist, holding me in place with unwavering strength. Any struggle was futile—I could only tremble as his unwavering touch explored further.

“N-No… not there…!”

A shuddering whimper escaped me. The unfamiliar sensation sent a jolt through my body, strange and overwhelming.

But what unsettled me most was my own response—the way my body reacted, the way it seemed to recognize this foreign touch as something pleasurable.

“Stop… please…”

Tears welled in my eyes as I desperately tried to fight against the rising heat pooling deep inside me. But the more I resisted, the clearer it became that my body had already surrendered.

Why… why does this feel so familiar?

A traitorous shiver ran down my spine as his deliberate movements sent ripples of sensation through me. My breathing turned uneven, my thoughts hazy, and despite my frantic protests, my body betrayed me—welcoming every touch, every lingering trace of warmth.

Even in this state, my body responded instinctively, embracing every sensation. Step by step, I was being drawn toward an overwhelming climax—one that I didn’t fully understand.

A deep, unrelenting itch spread inside me, a sensation so intense that I longed for some kind of release. And the man who had undoubtedly engraved this feeling into my body took his time, his touch deliberate as he deepened his exploration.

“A-ah… Ah…”

My mind blurred, melting into a haze of pleasure. I tensed, my entire body tightening in response as waves of warmth rippled through me.

I didn’t know why—or how—I was feeling this way. But as the final tremor surged through me, my strength gave out. I collapsed forward, trembling uncontrollably from the lingering aftermath. Even my vision felt unsteady, my breath coming in uneven gasps.

But… it wasn’t over yet.

A slow, rhythmic sound filled the space, a mixture of heat and exhaustion clinging to my skin. Every movement sent a slick sensation across my body, making me acutely aware of the dampness that lingered.

I was exhausted. Completely drained. My limbs were heavy, my eyelids refusing to lift. Any other time, I would have already succumbed to sleep, slipping into unconsciousness without resistance.