How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 81. Our Duty (1)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
Annette did not respond. She tried to look back at him, but couldn’t when he was holding her so tightly in his arms. Twisting her head, she could barely see his chin. His red lips in his square jaw looked enticingly manly.
He kissed her head, then bit her earlobe. And then those lips twisted for a moment, as if he were going to cry.
“What am I going to do with you, Annette?”
His hot breath sighed against her forehead, tingling. His voice sounded sad, but that was probably just her imagination. Annette lowered her gaze.
“Why are you suddenly acting this way?” She asked, with a smile as superficial as if they were meeting at a society event. “You don’t even like me. We have a relationship where we merely fulfill our duties. Isn’t this the marriage you wanted?”
Her beautiful voice recited the words coldly, and Raphael absorbed them in silence, then hugged her tighter. It felt as if she was too far away from him, even though she was pressed right against his heart, an estrangement.
Raphael bent his head to kiss her pale neck.
“You are right,” he said, with clear intent. “Let us do our duty to each other.”
Annette frowned, pushing him away at his shoulder, but Raphael caught her slender wrist and reached out his other hand to grasp her chin. His bright blue eyes were reddened with drink, but they were filled with sadness rather than lust.
“Don’t push me away like that. Every time you do…it makes me feel like I’ll go crazy.”
To her ears, his voice sounded like the cry of a wounded animal. Her arms relaxed the moment she heard those words, because Annette could not harden herself against his distress.
Raphael lifted her up by the waist to carry her into the bedroom. As soon as he laid her on the bed, his lips captured her like shackles. She could not resist the passionate kiss.
She wanted to push him away several times, but pinned in his arms, she finally closed her eyes. She didn’t understand how he could do this if he didn’t like her. But there was no point in bothering to ask him again.
The cool night air caressed her [email protected] body as he pulled off her nightgown and pushed her legs apart sharply. Annette bit her lip in embarrassment as he exposed the space between her legs, clearly lit in the light of the oil lamp. But Raphael had no mercy. His fingers dipped between her legs.
The short, pained moan escaped her lips as her not-quite-wet [email protected] walls bit down on his fingers. Impatiently, Raphael withdrew them.
When he bent his head between her legs, she could feel his breath on her most sensitive spot, and soon his lips covered her cl!toris. Every time the clever tip of his tongue licked her, she jerked.
“Ahhh, I don’t like it,” she said, her eyes dazed with pleasure. “Don’t…”
Annette clutched his head, her legs trembling. Her white fingers tangled in his black hair, dark as night. Though her mind was closed to it, her body reacted honestly to the pl3asure. Raphael devoured her slippery opening like a wild beast.
His soft lips brushed her petals apart until he could thrust his tongue into her, a wet noise echoing through the room with every darting motion. Her opening was completely soaked, and her mind began to reel. Posted only on NovelUtopia
Once her entrance was wet, Raphael slipped two fingers into her, and Annette held back her moans, trying to resist the pl3asure filling her.
Her inner walls were so narrow that it was a tight fit at first, but gradually she softened as he rubbed at her cl!toris.
Annette felt the warmth spreading within her as if she had been drinking. The time had come to kindle the flame of desire.