Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 272: Scene CCLXXII
‘This man... has been telling me he loves me for so long... and yet I was ignorant of it...’
“... Fatædi?... What’s wrong?”
“...”
“You don’t have to call me that if you don’t want to...”
“...”
The lift of her head was aided by the spouse’s hand, and the meet of their stares invited his nose to groom his female, who mesmerized by the quiet this simple affection summoned in her soul, softly spoke before the man decided for his edges to graze hers again resigning to the wish his heart held.
“We...”
“...?”
“Fatæ... from now on, we need to express ourselves more clearly...”
“... Say it again.”
“... First tell me you understand...”
“I understand. Please say it, my Fatædi.”
The anticipation of the loved man, wrecked her heart and soul in tender warmth as he excitedly moved to get the word to be told... and her hand was placed on the chest of the eager spouse, pushing him lightly like he wanted to do with Ewelina, leaning onto him to make the enthusiasm heighten with now mischievous allure.
“Aslak... my Fatæ...” — The woman said, covering the hungry edges of the spouse once close to the expected graze. — “Perchance... can you not tell there is still a hint of displeasure in your wife...?”
“... i-is there...?”
“Mhm~... this wife’s spouse told sweet things while in the sheets to then trouble the wife terribly... this wife cried...”
“... r-right... I’m sorry...”
“Therefore... this wife wants her Fatæ to tell sweeter things to her ear...”
An excited shiver would not cease to trouble the man as her lean and hand teased his skin with enticing seduction, letting her scent and breath be the sole ones to reach him while her softness pressed on his toughness maliciously light as he waited for them to stop saving a distance while he anticipated tighter touch. And so, to her mischievous whispers of seductive sound, Aslak gulped down confused at what to do, for the member of the man had started to harden once more to the thrilling lean of her whispering figure, restless of how to earn the intimate affection of wedded and fated.
“... sweeter things...? I’m... not good at that, Fatædi...”
“... You are when with me.” — Finally, touching the man’s toughness with the heated desire she could no longer conceal in her umber hues, her hands travelled up the man’s chest to dive her fingers in the black of his now short hair, coming close enough for her peaks to lightly graze against his rough flesh, looming over the lips... now thirsty of their taste. — “What do you think when with me... when in nudity...”
Overwhelmed by the passionate ferocity he so loved of a heated Ewelina, the thirst of his own edges strengthened and the hands that had remained placed on the mattress because of bewilderment finally decided to place their grasp on the woman’s impatient waist, lifting her up so her lower half could settle properly over his lap, touching the curves while observing the woman’s delight be shown in her visage as the spouse resisted the wish to push her hips down... so their bodies would eventually link, solely to watch the impatience of her body grow more apparent in her skin.
“... I’m not sure if it’s sweet or not... but woman... having told and heard what I needed... I would ask the earth for this night to never end...”
“...haa... why is that...?”
“Cause I feel as if your skin’s truly mine... as if even while I don’t lick or penetrate you... I’m reaching your insides over and over...”
“Huff... yet we are not...”
“Ou... so imagine... how it’ll be when my rod finally enters you...” — Licking his lips as she gasped to the light push of his firm hands over her thighs, the man teased the excited Ewelina with his tip, learning of the tremble her impatient legs commenced to experience to whisper some more to the ear of the wife whose body wanted to hurry their fusion. — “How my seed... will fill you again until your womb cannot suck me inside you any more... hf...”
“haa... A-aslak...”
“I’ll make your womb give fruits, Fatædi.”
“m~ph... F-fatæ...”
“Your body... I’ll mark it so even a peek will divulge how you’re mine to fill...”
The frail kisses were immersed deeply in the bliss of the wedded. Tender and delicate, the grazes resounded along their devotion for the other, and the cold of the thrill of enjoying each other’s flesh fully tangled in the love their cores reverberated to. And the air they breathed became lusciously sweet and dizzying for the senses of the couple to care about a past or a future.
His hands, carefully greedy, touched the woman leaving their feel as if their stroke remained in her blush, and the sweat of his skin felt as if his wild passion would never subside, mixing with hers as the man drove himself into her being.
The gasps and whispers of each other’s names echoed entrancingly in their hearts and the privacy of their chamber, racing along the pleasure of having no distance and no concealed truth harming the fated emotion within the man and the woman.
“Breathe me...”
The man, pushing himself into the deepest of the woman let out as forces left him breathless, lost in the fervour, and her gasps caressed the embraced frame of the spouse, dazed to the messiness of their tangle while following the intensity of his motion.
“haa... ah... yes... love...”
Renouncing to senses, her lips sucked on his lips, welcoming the moisture of his taste; and to the word of affection, the shiver threatened his masculinity’s control, grasping the soft and dishevelled fur of the woman to enjoy the sensation as his body tensed to the throbbing delight of her embrace.
“! Love... ah... I swear... *lick* it’s true that love can’t compare, my Fatædi...”
“! ah...! nn.. yes... hf... Aslak... breathing you...! *smooch* brings my soul... nh~ah! Happiness...! Immeasurable... Ah... happiness...!”
The covers of the mattress were eventually dismissed from below them and the heat of their lovesome mesh ended with the seed filling the wife... who would never be released from the spouse’s grasp as her warmth was the lure his dark travel finally found.
