Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 149: Scene CXLIX

As if he was asking for approval, the peak of his nose traced the side of her visage, laying the softer and faintest kiss on the woman.

The core of Ewelina trembled in ecstasy to his caress, timidly coming to rest her hand over the sleeve of the man, speaking as soft as a far dream would sound.

"Husband’s force... I know at times it is troublesome to control..."

"... I’ll be more careful."

"Haha... nonetheless. This wife also left marks on her spouse." — Lightly, the free hand on his sleeve came to grace the man’s torso. Observing the wide chest while moving aside a tad of his open coat.

"Yours disappear quickly... you should bite me harder."

"!... Aslak... I cannot do that..."

"... Then touch me." — Taking both her wrists, Aslak moved her hands to lay on his firm torso, making her touch the bumpy sides of a muscular chest to request another kind of marking. — "Touch me so much I take your scent. I won’t get mad if I smell like you, Ewelina."

"!... T-that..."

"You like the idea." — Smirking at her bashfulness, Aslak pressed her hands on him, lifting one up so he could lick and kiss its palm, staring seductively naughty at the mounds that perked to his taunt. — "... Your body, I can feel your scent get stronger, woman." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"... Ngh... Aslak, do not say–"

"I’ll say it more." — Pulling her closer so her flesh would finally collide against his, the hands were moved to take the shoulder and waist of the young wife. Squeezing her, this time careful to not let his fingers sink in the flesh and leave bruises... yet also impatient to enjoy the tenderness of its sweet feel. — "Don’t you know? When you say not to and I’m inside you..."

"!?"

"Ewelina, you suck me deeper... trying to forcefully take my seed... unfair woman."

"!!~... Don’t..."

"Grmm... why? It’s true... *peck* didn’t you know?" — Still malicious, the man softened his voice to lay a kiss on the lips of the woman, echoing sweetly within her, allowing her to become weaker for him to pamper.

"... I did not..."

"... Then now you know." — Moving with her in his arms, Aslak gently made her seat on the mattress, climbing over her conflicted figure while dragging the dress he had selfishly picked for her while waiting. — "Fatædi, you said to get your dresses."

"... ah... blessed thee–"

"Yet you’re not going to wear it now... are you?" — Retrieving it so she would not take hold of the garment, the man smirked. Aware that in such a position, the woman had no escape under his grasp.

"..."

Staring intently into the fierce playful amber in Aslak’s gaze, Ewelina’s hands hesitated, awestruck for the man’s ways appeared charming even if mischievous.

Therefore, the jaw of the man was nicely held, inviting it with the gracious pull of his nape to join the couple’s lips in a kiss her soul was placed in, inspired by the satisfaction this relationship instilled within the woman.

"!..."

"... hff..."

It was so silent and frail... that the man flinched... surprised as the moist of her tongue gingerly attempted to reach his.

The timid view of the conflict in her countenance, made Aslak lose the tense sensation of being guided. Loosening his jaw... so Ewelina’s wishes were granted.

"nh... Aslak..."

"..."

To the call of his name, his eyes would open to watch his wife’s adorable embarrassment, allowing her to do more in a kiss that was by far more elegant than those he gave, trying to devour every little taste he found of her.

The hands locking her to the mattress clenched excited by the pure tangle of their moist Ewelina led, crumbling the dress of the woman while her hand stroked lovingly the manly jawline of her spouse... Invoking his tremble... for such delicate touch was a great delight. Striking and maddeningly addictive for the barbarian.

"Mm... Ewelina... no answer, my woman?" — Lowering himself so the delicate cuddle of more of the woman’s kisses would groom him, Aslak purred, happy by the feel of her puffy breathing against his skin. Teasing her softly to receive an answer to her nudity.

Quiet, she pondered for a second. Resuming brief grazes... giggling to herself... desiring to sweetly provoke him further just as malicious yet much more elegantly than the man of wild roots could manage.

"... An answer... is it necessary, my man?"

Deliciously sealing a kiss near the sensible ear of the spouse, the bulge of the man became much noticeable thanks to the excited shiver it sent down his waist.

"haa.. hff..."

Aslak’s breathing became rushed instantly by her mystic effect, melting his voice to mutter frustrated into the woman’s pleased edges.

"My Fatædi... I’ll take you slowly this time."

Their faint panting grazes, decorated by teasing nibbles of each other’s lips were enjoyed thoroughly by the wedded Archdukes. Drowning in the bliss of their most loved one, indifferent to the time and concerning matters roaming in their minds.

Once in each other’s embrace... both forgot the troubles... dedicating themselves to feeling and caressing the other. Deeply affectionate... with no lie engraved in the exchanged intimacy, linking their air stronger in a tender pace.

Devoted... passionate... enchanting the couple more into a boundless sentiment.

"Haa... Ewelina..."

"mn... yes..."

"Huff... ! Nh... Ewelina..." — Colliding sharply in a measured pace, Aslak moaned to the woman’s nibbling of his ear. Conflicted by the joy it brought along the impatience to make her lose the apparent comfort. — "Don’t tease me..."

"!? Mmh!"

"Moan louder... hm?"

"!! ah–.... Haa suddenly...! Anh!"

"Fuhh... you were too calm, my wife."

With a hand that crawled under her back, Aslak rocked her, supporting himself on the sole hand grasping the mattress, so at least the nails of the gentle Ewelina would dig in his skin after waking her from the ease.

"Ngh~ dear... so mean..."

"huff... I am." — Grooming the nose of a panting wife, the man agreed to an innocent groan. Tightening his hold of her thigh, moving lightly to feel himself be squeezed inside her. — "And you... haa... so weak and ripened, Ewelina."

Although feeling guilty that his agreement to her sayings was for matters discussed with the king, his praise to the woman was whispered with an honest smile.

’So weak, my woman... sweet in taste... haa don’t become bitter later, my air.’