The Reason for Marriage - Chapter 51.1 (18+)

“It’s too…too…mmmmmm”

The words trailed off, lost in ecstasy. He kept his rhythm, driving himself into her hard, fast, as she gasped, and her legs trembled. Her legs and hips ached from being too long in this position, but it was a whisper, drowned out by pleasure.

“Wa – wait…aaah”

She struggled out just that much, then submerged into bliss again. The room around her faded and blurred as the sensations of him, his hands, his cock overwhelmed her body. Her hands grasped at him, as he kept on, hungrily, like a beast suddenly freed. Waves of passion broke through her, and she felt herself surrendering to that same animal frenzy.

“W…wait…ah”

Iveca’s gasping breaths filled the room. Then Daniel suddenly shifted, hoisting her hips upward as he lifted her legs and pressed them back to her shoulders. With this sharper angle, he drove deeper into her, each thrust pulling a gasp from Iveca. His hands roamed her with passionate caresses – her hips, bre*sts, stomach . . .

“St – st – stop…wa … “

She felt the wave starting to break, the slight acceleration of his thrusts, the growing urgency in his movements and hers. She felt herself tighten around his cock as her fingers dug into his shoulders. She looked up at his face, lost in ecstasy like herself, bestial and wild and yet strangely vulnerable. Only I see him like this, she thought, and the notion somehow sped her ascent.

“Aa… Aaaa… aaah”

Her wave broke, as did his. Her body seized and bucked as he exploded inside her with a low groan. She tried to cry out, but the sound was lost in her shuddering gasps. Their bodies stayed clenched until the last of the shudders subsided. Their release complete, they relaxed. He collapsed on top of her and Iveca could feel the warmth of his orgasm trickling down her thigh.

He held her tightly, careful not to withdraw from her. She half-heartedly pushed at his shoulder.

“I told you to stop . . .”, she said, her breath still catching up.

“Sorry.”

He didn’t sound sorry, and for a time they merely lay together, their labored breaths the only sound. He kissed her face, gently, licking away the tears from her eyes.

“You drive me out of my mind.”

“It’s … it’s too rough.”

Her eyes still watering, she murmured something angrily, so softly it was lost even in the quiet of the room. He hugged her again, gently, and kissed her cheek.

“Next time, I’ll be better,” he said. “I’ll keep asking if you enjoy it.”

She didn’t reply, her eyelids drifting closed. He let the silence hang for a moment and felt her shift against him, relaxing into sleep. He leaned in and bit her gently on the cheek to start her awake.

“Don’t sleep,” he said. “These are precious moments.”

She shifted again, laying closer against him. Her eyes opened, just slightly.

“Then tell me anything.”

Silence hung again, and her eyes started to close. She gave the faintest whimper, as though powerless to stop it. Daniel wavered, as though powerless himself to grant her request, but whispered just to keep her awake.

“What … what do you mean?”

“Anything,” she whispered back.

Her eyes blinked fully open for a second, and she caught his eyes.

“Honest stories.”

“Well,” he breathed. He hesitated a moment, brushed her hair, then spoke softly just as her eyes began to close again.

“Do you know how hard it is to be constantly scheming, questioning, when you want to live a good life?”

“You must be tired,” she teased.

“It’s disillusioning.”

She moved deeper into his arms, letting the sound of his voice lull her.

“My nephew’s death was a mistake, so I feel sorry for Ashe. I feel like a monster, but I feel glad for Amethan.”

She already knew all that.

“I’m sad that you’re no longer an officer at the Bureau of Investigation, but I hate it when you cry, when you lose hope. And I hate that the scheming, the calculation always resumes.”

Her eyes closed as she settled deeper into his voice.

“I wish I didn’t have close colleagues. I hope you’re not needed elsewhere. I hope your violet eyes look only at me and search nowhere else.”

She drifted on his words, even if they were only pleasant fantasies.

“Abandon the Bureau of Investigation. Forget about your comrades, the war, all of it. Stay in this moment with me, only with me.”

Her body drifted ever deeper into drowsiness, until his words faded away and she slept deeply. She awoke briefly, stirred by his warm breath on her shoulder. She felt him curled up close behind her, his arm holding her close, his hand grazing her chest. She moa*ed softly as she started to drift away again.

His hand moved to her bre*st, squeezing gently as she felt his other hand glide across her hip, her thigh, and meander toward her pleasure. She felt kisses travel down her spine, and she twisted, now completely awake.

“…Majesty?”

“No,” he whispered. “My name.”

“Daniel.”

She blinked. Morning light streamed in through the windows. Had she slept so long? Then she heard his voice again, mixed with laughter.