After Rebirth, I Accept The Arranged Marriage-Chapter 82: "Husband...

The warmth radiating from his body made her feel secure.

Before Jessie even realized it, she had snuggled into Victor’s embrace long before the movie was over.

The sea outside their yacht was still calm. Compared to the raging storm in the movie, it was almost too quiet.

Whenever another gory, terrifying scene appeared on screen, Jessie would hide in Victor’s embrace, drawing on his warmth as if it could make the fear disappear.

Victor didn’t react much to horror movies, especially knowing it was all just special effects. In the past, he would have remained completely calm throughout the entire film, his adrenaline levels barely changing.

But now, things seemed a little different.

Every time a startling scene played, the slender arms wrapped around his waist would tighten instinctively.

Victor’s breathing grew unsteady. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He never used to think of himself as a man driven by lust. Expanding his business empire, engaging in bloodless battles in the corporate world, and enjoying the thrill of victory clearly brought him more pleasure than carnal affairs.

But now, ever since getting married—or rather, ever since getting engaged—some things had subtly changed.

Conquering the business world, compared to the person clinging to him like a vine, seemed to have slipped to a lower priority in his mind.

Jessie’s body was incredibly soft, pliant and yielding.

’To be held so tightly by such a soft body, to have her occasionally nuzzle against him, pressing close without any reservation... with only a thin layer of silk separating them...’ Victor thought that it would be abnormal if he *didn’t* have a reaction.

His hand, which had been resting on Jessie’s shoulder, had somehow found its way to her waist.

Her body was exquisite, her waist dipping in a dramatic curve. Victor felt as if her waist wasn’t even as wide as his palm. It was so slender, so soft... utterly irresistible.

His hand roamed over her waist.

And with Jessie now practically draped over his chest, his movements became all the easier.

Just as Jessie, who was watching the movie, finally realized something was wrong, Victor’s hand had already slipped under the hem of her nightgown.

"What are you doing!" Jessie looked up and slapped her hand down on his.

Her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes held a hint of playful reproach, but mostly, they shone with a coquettish, watery glimmer.

Victor said, "You keep watching."

Jessie: "???"

"It’s almost over. Don’t you want to finish it?" Victor asked, looking down when Jessie didn’t speak.

’If that’s the case, it just makes things easier for me.’

Jessie’s face turned beet red. "How am I supposed to watch like this?!" Her hand was still over his, pinning it through the fabric of her nightgown to stop him from going any further.

But the presence of his hand was already overwhelming. Even though she was holding it still, her waist was firmly gripped in his large hand.

The sensation sent a shiver of danger through Jessie.

"I’m not covering your eyes," Victor replied.

Hearing him sound so matter-of-fact, even justified, Jessie was too angry to speak.

So in a fit of pique, she lowered her head and bit his chest.

Who would have known that not only did the bite fail to cause Victor much pain, it instead elicited a low grunt from him, and his muscles seemed to tense up in that instant.

When Victor looked at Jessie again, the desire in his eyes had grown even thicker.

Jessie frantically avoided his gaze. She stared at the very obvious bite mark now on his chest, feeling a little unnerved but still forcing a brave face, like a little rabbit trying to look fierce. "Y-You started it! You were squeezing me so hard, and I just bit you. At worst, we’re even now!"

Jessie rushed through her words, and for good measure, dug her nails into the back of Victor’s hand.

She still had her wedding manicure and had grown her nails out quite a bit for it.

Victor’s breathing grew even heavier. The next moment, he pushed the woman on top of him down into the soft bedding.

In an instant, their positions were reversed.

After a dizzying spin, Jessie found herself completely enveloped by his shadow.

Her gasp of surprise was cut off before it could escape, her lips captured by his.

"...The m-movie is still..." Jessie was kissed squarely on the mouth. She reached up to push against Victor’s shoulders, but somehow, that little bit of strength gradually transformed into pulling the man above her closer.

’The movie? Who could even remember it now?’

At first, Jessie wanted to refuse. But as Victor’s kisses left her muddled and dizzy, the moment his lips left hers, she couldn’t help but chase after them. How could she possibly push him away for real?

Outside, the sound of the waves was a constant, endless rhythm. Inside the room, the storm seemed even more tumultuous than the one on the sea.

Jessie’s wedding nails, which she’d gotten for the ceremony, had enough strength at first to leave one scratch after another on Victor’s back. But later, her arms lost all strength and could only drape limply around the neck of the man before her.

Jessie didn’t know when Victor finished. She was exhausted and sleepy; the short rest she’d had that afternoon was clearly not enough.

At the beginning, the room was filled with scolding words. Later, only whimpering cries and pleas for mercy remained.

"Victor Morgan, you bastard, are you done yet?!"

"Sob... Victor... sob..."

"Darling, please..."

When Jessie woke up the next afternoon, she let out a muffled groan the moment she tried to move.

The scenes from yesterday replayed in her mind.

She remembered they had used up everything in the box and that Victor had carried her to the bath afterward. As for what happened after that, she didn’t remember a thing.

Her entire body felt like it had been run over by a truck; there wasn’t a single spot that didn’t ache.

"Bastard!"

Jessie cursed under her breath.

The pillow next to her was already cold. Jessie had assumed Victor was outside somewhere, but to her surprise, just as she finished quietly cursing him, the bathroom door was pushed open from the inside.

Victor walked out, his hands dripping wet, holding a dry towel.

Jessie let out a little "Ah!", suddenly feeling like she’d been caught bad-mouthing someone behind their back.

"You’re still here? Did you... hear that?" Jessie asked.