My Husband's Subordinates Want to Take Me to Bed Every Night- Chapter 30
Chapter 30: Hearts in Sync (H)
During dinner, the servants brought in two servings of food.
Seeing the two plates of steak on the crystal dining table, Lien seemed to understand something.
Kessert was coming back.
Her dark, sparkling eyes curved into a smile.
She had thought she wouldn’t be swayed by others’ emotions, but now her mood was fluctuating because of someone she cared about. Lien realized that this feeling wasn’t so bad after all.
Before the black-haired demon entered the room, she decided to take a shower and wait for him.
Just as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a bathrobe, a familiar, solid embrace enveloped her.
Her delicate arms wrapped around his lean waist, and her face nuzzled against his chest.
It seemed their longing for each other was mutual—double the intensity.
"Kessert, I missed you."
"Wife, I missed you so much."
Kessert cupped Lien’s delicate face, examining it closely. He pinched the thin layer of skin on her cheekbones, his heart aching.
"Wife, you’ve lost weight. Did you not eat properly because I wasn’t here? I was only gone for a few hours, and you’ve already become skin and bones."
A few hours?
Lien was puzzled. She tilted her head, frowning. "Kessert, you’ve been gone for two days."
And in those two days, it felt like so much had happened, yet also like nothing had changed.
"Damn you, Posaton. You dared to trick me," the black-haired demon muttered, his eyes narrowing dangerously like a leopard’s. If the white-haired demon had been in front of him at that moment, Kessert would have torn him apart.
Human hearts are naturally biased. Though Lien’s heart leaned toward Kessert, she couldn’t help but silently cheer for the white-haired demon.
Thanks to that extra day of rest, she had not only received a full-body massage from the fallen angel but also had enough time to recover from their previous intimate encounters.
Though it still stung a little, it was no longer unbearable.
With a bright smile, she watched Kessert grumble and curse. She reached out, clasped his neck, and brought his beloved thin lips to hers, planting a light, fleeting kiss.
She softly reassured him, "Kessert, we have plenty of time ahead of us. In the future, don’t complain about me being in your way every day."
After all, their lives were now intertwined. Even if they weren’t born on the same day, they were destined to die together.
Lien pouted and playfully bumped her nose against his.
Kessert gently pinched the tip of her nose and chuckled, "I would never do that! I cherish you too much to ever find you annoying."
Kessert leaned in, deepening the kiss.
Lien half-heartedly resisted as the black-haired demon guided her toward the deep gray bed.
When his imposing, muscular frame pressed down on her, she caught a glimpse of the food on the crystal table and suddenly remembered the green-haired chef’s words.
Her delicate palms pressed against the well-defined muscles of his chest as she brought up something seemingly trivial.
"Kessert, can I ask you something?"
Desire was still burning within him. At that moment, the black-haired demon only wanted to enter her warm, tight depths and cradle her soft, fragrant body in his arms. He had no patience for questions.
"No," he replied firmly. Nothing was more important than being close to his wife right now.
Hearing his refusal, Lien wasn’t too upset.
It made sense. The man was already ready for action. Why would he want to discuss whether the food was delicious or not?
Such a question would only ruin the mood.
Kessert pinned Lien's hands above her head, intertwining his fingers with hers as he kissed her deeply.
His agile tongue greedily explored the sweetness of her mouth.
Kessert loved her scent, her appearance, her every smile, and especially her enchanting demeanor in bed.
Lien passively accepted the intrusion of his tongue, her own tongue like a fleeing antelope chased by a leopard, darting around the confined space of her mouth.
It was as if they were reenacting a primal instinct.
Their breaths grew heavier, each feeling the other's warm exhales against their skin. Their heartbeats synchronized, pounding faster and faster. Their eyes reflected each other, their entwined bodies like fish playing in water.
Kessert whispered her name, taking her small ear into his mouth.
Lien curled her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her longing body closer to his.
Their bodies called out to each other, and their desire for one another was mutual-double the intensity.
Kessert's hand moved to the cotton belt around her waist, easily undoing the knot.
The pure white belt fell softly onto the bed, and the robe, now loose, slipped to the side, revealing her flat stomach and the smooth, hairless triangle below.
Lien had no habit of wearing underwear after a shower, which meant that once the robe was removed, she was completely exposed.
Kessert's voice grew hoarse as he called her name, his breath against her ear intoxicating.
Lien was entranced. He loved her so passionately, and she loved him just as much.
She kissed him back, their tongues dancing, her delicate hands exploring his muscular frame as she clumsily helped him shed his clothes.
Now n@ked, they were like wild beasts driven by instinct, indulging in this frenzy without restraint.
Lien clung to Kessert's shoulders, flipping him onto his back. She straddled him, her core grinding against his hardened length as she planted kisses along his neck, trailing down to the space between his legs.
In the dense forest of his lower body, she quickly found the fiery desire hidden within. It was scorching to the touch, and even more so when she took it into her mouth.
Kessert propped himself up, watching as his member moved in and out of her mouth. A rush of blood surged to his lower body, his desire growing even more intense.
Lien's mouth grew sore from the strain, and she reluctantly released him, shooting him a sultry glance.
Seizing the opportunity, Kessert flipped her onto her back, positioning his heated length near her face while he knelt between her legs.
Lien was momentarily dazed by the sudden movement. When she regained her senses, a tanned, crown-shaped object swayed before her eyes.
Instinctively, she grasped it, and at the same time, an electric-like sensation surged from her core. She couldn't help but tighten her grip on the man's lifeline.
She was all too familiar with that feeling -the man was savoring her nectar down below.
The engorged root was firmly held in the woman's hand, and even the Demon King had to pause his activities, lifting his head from between her legs. "Wife, could you loosen your grip a little? My little brother can't handle such torment. It hurts."
Lien awkwardly smiled and relaxed her hold, her hand still stroking the iron rod up and down in a rhythmic motion.
A thought crossed her mind. Propping herself up, she extended her soft tongue, gently licking up and down the length of his shaft. Her free hand wandered to his sac, her fingers deftly playing with it.
After finishing lunch that day, Lien found herself back in the library. Although some of the more complex vocabulary still eluded her, she managed to read The Return of the King all the way to the end.
Aside from the plot, the descriptions of intimate scenes were...
Incredibly practical.
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