My Husband's Subordinates Want to Take Me to Bed Every Night- Chapter 31
Chapter 31: On a Woman's Bed Skills (H)
Kessert let out a low, satisfied groan as he looked down at the delicate face buried between his legs.
Lien was wholly focused on licking and sucking his hardened length, her lips glistening with saliva that dripped carelessly onto the bed and her own chest.
Damn it.
What had happened in the two days he’d been gone? How had her skills in bed improved so drastically?
The hard shaft in her mouth suddenly pulled away, and Lien made a confused sound. Kessert’s handsome face reappeared in her vision as he lifted her from the bed and positioned her between his legs, spreading her thighs into an "M" shape. One hand cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
Lien instinctively tried to close her legs, but Kessert wouldn’t allow it, his large hands firmly holding them apart.
The shameful position made her feel as though the slick arousal between her thighs would soon pool into an ocean on the gray sheets.
His breath fanned across her face as his husky voice rumbled.
"Lien, did anything happen while I was gone?" Kessert asked, his tone laced with suspicion.
The throbbing hardness pressed against her made her squirm, but she tilted her head, not quite understanding his sudden mood. Still, she could tell—he was angry.
She had noticed that her man only ever called her by her full name when he was upset or in front of outsiders.
Lien thought back over the past few days. "After breakfast yesterday, I went to the library, then took a walk around the Demon King’s castle. I skipped dinner and went straight to bed. This morning, I visited the medical ward, then the library again in the afternoon. After that, I didn’t go anywhere else."
She deliberately omitted the details of her visit to the medical ward. She didn’t want him to worry or misunderstand—she could handle this herself.
Besides, as his woman and the Demon Queen, how could she run crying to him over every little thing?
What would that make the Demon King who had raised her to this position? What would that make her, who had made such bold declarations at the coronation?
"Just that?"
"Just that."
Kessert narrowed his eyes, studying her earnest expression before finally relaxing into the familiar, doting look she knew so well.
'I must love her too much to be this paranoid.'
She was his queen. Anyone who dared disrespect her would be challenging him directly. And he had enough confidence in his subordinates—after all, they had served him for thousands of years.
As for that human he had picked up years ago, the one obsessed with alchemy—he probably hadn’t even left his workshop.
Reassured, Kessert leaned down to kiss her soft lips, marking her with his scent.
His mouth trailed down her neck, her collarbone, her chest, leaving behind a trail of crimson marks like a string of dazzling jewels.
His free hand slid between her thighs, calloused fingers finding the swollen pearl hidden within her delicate folds.
He pinched and rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers, drawing out soft, trembling moans from her lips.
Kessert captured those sweet sounds with his mouth, swallowing them whole as he continued to torment her until her back arched and her release gushed over his fingers.
Only then did he stop, instead dipping his fingers into her dripping entrance.
He curled them just right, stroking the sensitive spot inside her that made her gasp and writhe. Within moments, she was coming again, her slick coating his hand.
"Wife, you’re so wet. I love it."
Kessert brought his glistening fingers to his lips, sucking them clean with a lewd sound that made Lien’s face burn.
"Mm—!" She turned her face away, too embarrassed to watch.
So shameless!
But Kessert caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze before kissing her deeply again.
When they finally broke apart, he pulled her onto his lap, positioning her over his aching length.
"Since your mouth has improved so much, I’m sure the rest of you has too. Tonight, you’ll ride me."
'…So that’s what he was upset about?'
Did he think she had been practicing with someone else while he was gone?
But Lien had no intention of explaining.
Reading erotic books is a secret I’ll take to the grave.
'The Demon Queen hiding behind bookshelves reading smut?'
How embarrassing would that sound if it got out?
Lien hovered over his shaft, one hand guiding him to her entrance before slowly sinking down, taking him inch by inch.
Kessert propped himself up on his elbows, watching as his length disappeared into her tight heat, her walls clinging to him like a warm, wet embrace.
Lien gasped as he filled her completely, the emptiness in her belly replaced by scorching pleasure. She felt like she was burning up, consumed by the fire between them.
She braced her hands against his sculpted abdomen, her thighs trembling as she adjusted to his size.
There was still a small part of him left outside, but the tip had already reached her deepest place—the only space left was the tight, fluttering chamber of her womb.
She hadn’t forgotten the overwhelming pleasure-pain of being stretched to her limits, the kind of sensation that made her see stars.
But she wasn’t sure she could survive being pounded into the mattress like this.
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