How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 7. A Strange Satisfaction
This chapter has been re-worked by Regan, we have picked up the novel from chapter 64.
Remembering that pain, Annette whimpered and hugged his neck harder. Her tender breasts brushed his chest, but she didn’t care. Her fear was greater than her shame.
“You won’t hurt me, will you?” She asked, making her voice as small as possible. “Please?”
Raphael didn’t answer. The feel of her arms wrapped tight around his neck made him oddly uncomfortable, and he was reminded of her soft, thin hands, which seemed as if they would break with the least force. Impatient though he was, he tried to leash his temper, and gentled his touch. If he was incautious in embracing someone this weak, he might kill her.
“I’ll do what I can,” he whispered, his voice deep with desire. Trembling, Annette let go of his neck, and Raphael reached to stretch out her legs as carefully as if they were the slender legs of a deer.
The texture of her skin under his fingertips was so incredibly soft. Her quivering body, her hair, everything smelled so unbelievably good. It wouldn’t have been surprising if any man swallowed her in one gulp, she smelled so good. And even though he had decided to be gentle, his hands refused to obey.
He had been worried about whether he could tolerate a Bavaria as his wife. But he didn’t need to worry about that now. His jaw clenched as he looked down at her naked body, her skin so glistening white, as if she had been made of sugar.
If your c0ck doesn’t stand up at such a sight, are you even a man?
Bending his head, Raphael drew her br3ast into his mouth, sucking greedily. Her n!pples were initially pale, but reacted quickly to stimulation and darkened, red as cherries. The tip of his tongue pressed against her erect n!pple and licked up against it obscenely. Gently, he bit her, lightly nibbling.
Annette panted, twisting her body. She was afraid he would bite too hard, but it made her feel a strange thrill between her legs. The feel of him persistently licking and biting her n!pples spread tingling pleasure through her body.
After sampling her breasts, soft and sweet as pudding, Raphael licked his lips and looked up at her. His deep blue eyes were still hard, but strangely heated, too. Slowly, he moved toward her legs, savoring the texture of her skin as he pushed her legs wide apart.
“It’s…a little embarrassing…Raphael!” Annette cried, trying to close her legs. It was afternoon, and the bedroom was bright, anyone could see every detail of her nakedness. She was so ashamed, her eyes reddened with tears. But Raphael only glanced at her anxious motions and then clasped her thighs, spreading them wider.
“Lie still. Didn’t you tell me to check your p_ssy myself?”
The words coming from his lips were obscene. When he thought of Annette making such a bold proposal with her pretty, innocent face, it made him feel as if he would burst. His p3nis swelled so hard, it was painful, urging him to plunge right between her legs.
Annette had no idea what he was thinking, but instinctively felt her danger. And though she was prepared to go through with this, the way he was looking at her was so intense, she was scared. Sitting up, she quickly reached for him, placing careful kisses on his cheeks and forehead to calm him.
“…what are you doing? Are you still pretending to be scared?”
Raphael’s teeth gritted as he laid her back down. But his voice was softer. It was their first time, it wouldn’t be bad to be gentle. With all his patience, he lowered his head to the opening between her legs.
Annette’s g3nitals were so clean, the lips of her l@bia so tender, he wondered if he would crush them with his touch. As he looked closer, her moist opening trembled with excitement, glistening in such a pretty color. It was such an exciting sight, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
But Annette couldn’t bear the shame, and she turned her head to bury her face in the pillow. The feel of his breath against her, between her legs, made her feel so embarrassed. And what must his face look like, as he was looking so intently at her most secret place?
His forefinger slid over her narrow petals, opening her up to reveal her entrance. Annette’s eyes squeezed shut, hoping this would be over as soon as possible. But then she felt his tongue sliding over her l@bia.
Startled, Annette lifted her head to dissuade him. In her previous life, Raphael had come to her on their first night believing that she was an experienced woman, who had used her body to bargain. He hadn’t taken the time to caress her like this, and because of that misunderstanding, Annette had been confined to bed for three days after their first night.
But this Raphael was a little different. Even if he didn’t admit it, he was reconsidering the truth of the charges that Annette denied so vehemently. If she really was innocent, then he needed to take his time and prepare her to take him. Raphael was a big man. Naturally, his endowment was also prodigious.
Unaware of his thoughts, Annette just covered her face in tears. She was ashamed to death when he licked her there, and when he saw her behaving so shyly, he only spread her legs wider.
The feeling of the tongue stroking around her core was too intense. After he had licked up and down her wet furrow, suddenly the tip of his tongue circled her sensitive cl!toris. His hot lips wrapped around it, and he began to suck.
Heat rose between her legs. Without understanding it, Annette was becoming wet.
His coiling tongue penetrated her narrow opening and licked ferociously at her insides. Everywhere his tongue touched, an ecstatic thrill rippled out. She could feel her insides melting, even as her hips and thighs arched taut.
Suddenly, a finger pushed inside her narrow entrance, making the delicate muscles contract. The thick finger slid in deeply and filled her to the brim. Every time it pushed in and out of her wet opening, it spread her inner walls a little further, and rubbed at the back of her sensitive core. It felt as if she had caught fire.
As Annette gasped for breath, the number of fingers moving in and out of her increased to three.
“Uhhh…uhh, stah, stop…”
Her heated entrance was swallowing his fingers greedily. Raphael inserted them deeply, rubbing her inner walls back and forth, as if he were searching for something. Annette quivered as her body twisted in shapes beyond anything she could imagine. She sobbed, her head shaking from side to side.
The moment he saw her wet eyes, the corners of Raphael’s mouth twitched. His fingers moved faster and faster, striking at her weak spots. Every time he touched those places, her waist shook all by itself.
Gasps of pleasure spilled out of her mouth. Her body was wracked by almost unbearable pleasure. Moving back, he sucked at her erect cl!toris as his fingers stroked rapidly in and out of her v@gina, rubbing rapidly against her g-spot.
A strange sensation began to simmer, and Annette’s toes curled. Her body twisted, arching as she began to climax. Her body bucked with the intense sensations over and over, and fell back onto the bed.
Tears pooled in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. With the red buds of her lips open, panting for breath, she looked dazed, as if she didn’t understand what had just happened to her. Looking down at that enchanting, innocent face, Raphael felt a satisfaction he had never known before.
Lifting his head, he licked at the wetness of her climax, trickling down his finger. It tasted like sour fruit, and only whetted his appetite. His c0ck was already throbbing with excitement. He loathed to admit it, but this woman aroused him. And that was the most unforgivable thing of all.
Moving between her legs, Raphael squeezed the round head of his hardness into her narrow entrance, feeling her still quivering with her org@sm. Feeling the heat of his gl@ns inside her, Annette started and went absolutely still, flashing back vividly to the pain of her first first time. It had hurt so much.
Her big, frightened eyes went to Raphael, and though she knew she had to experience this in this life, she still couldn’t help being terrified when it actually happened. Seeing the fear in her face, Raphael frowned and lifted his hand to cover her face. There was something in those eyes that made him feel weak, and useless.
His big hand almost covered her whole face. Only her small chin and red lips showed.
And with her eyes covered, Raphael bent his head and kissed her. Greedily, his lips caught her tongue, exploring her mouth. His tongue tickled at her sensitive palate, coiling and tugging at the tip of her tongue.
When she was distracted by his kiss, he sank his shaft inside her. Though she had already cl!maxed once, she was still so tight and cramped inside, he could only fit half his length in her. But still, it felt so damn good. Her warm inner walls clamped tightly around him and it felt like his reason was melting away.
“Relax, Annette,” he grunted. “You’re too tight.”
He was so cruel, to rebuke her for this. But Annette didn’t know how to relax and ease the splitting pain inside. She tried, but the tingling agony remained, and her body flinched back as she groaned. Seeing her biting her lips and trembling with pain, Raphael clicked his tongue, disapproving. Lowering his hand, he gently rubbed her swollen cl!t with his thumb.
A familiar pleasure spread through her body at the circling caress, and Annette’s stiff body relaxed. Instinctively, Raphael seized the moment and slid his entire length inside her.