My Husband's Subordinates Want to Take Me to Bed Every Night- Chapter 32
Chapter 32: Like a Devout Believer (H)
Lien knelt between Kessert’s thighs, her slender waist swaying unsteadily as memories of her previous attempts at pleasuring him with her mouth resurfaced.
She had overestimated her skills in bed. No matter how high her intellect, when it came to carnal matters, she was still a novice stumbling through the tutorial.
Kessert watched her frustrated expression and couldn’t help but chuckle.
So I misjudged her.
Even if her oral skills had improved, she was still a beginner in the bedroom—no match for an ancient demon like him.
"Wife, hold onto me."
Kessert gripped her rounded hips and gave the order.
"But I—"
Lien wanted to try again, but before she could finish, Kessert raised a brow and cut her off.
"You like this position? Fine."
With that, his hands tightened on her waist, and his hips began thrusting upward.
Lien gasped, her hands scrambling to brace against his thighs as her pert breasts bounced like budding flowers in the wind.
Kessert drove into her with deep, rhythmic strokes, each one aimed at the very core of her warmth.
He wanted to bury himself inside her—to pour his desire, his essence, into the sacred cradle of life itself.
He knew, of course, that their species could never produce offspring.
A pity, but it didn’t matter.
As long as she stayed by his side for eternity, he would be content.
Lien’s thighs trembled from the relentless pace. She wanted to beg him to slow down, but the words dissolved into breathless whimpers.
That familiar, intoxicating ache spread through her, leaving her suspended between pleasure and torment.
Kessert loved her, but in the face of desire, even he bowed his head—lost in primal sin.
His thrusts grew rougher, driving her toward the edge again and again.
Her body quivered, her breasts swaying in time with his movements, waves of ecstasy crashing over her.
Just as she teetered on the brink, Kessert mercifully pulled her back into his arms.
"Serves you right for teasing me."
He pinched her plush rear, leaving faint red marks in his wake.
Lien had no breath to retort—Kessert was already moving again, lifting her effortlessly as he pistoned into her.
"Ah—Kessert… I-I can’t…!" Her pleas were barely audible, lost in the haze of pleasure.
He heard her but had no intention of stopping.
'Two days.'
Two days without touching her. It was unforgivable that she could still walk after his absence, let alone wander around so freely.
Clearly, I haven’t been thorough enough.
Lien sensed the shift in his mood and shuddered.
'Tonight, I really won’t be able to leave this bed.'
Kessert gripped her shoulders, slamming into her with near-inhuman speed.
Lien could only cling to him, helpless as the waves of pleasure dragged her under.
The room echoed with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, her cries rising in pitch until they drowned out the distant clatter of something breaking.
Neither noticed.
Lost in their carnal dance, Kessert finally pulled out, flipping her limp body onto the gray sheets. He lifted her marked hips and sheathed himself again, this time from behind.
So deep. So warm.
Every angle felt new, as if her body reshaped itself just for him.
He would never tire of this.
Kessert knelt between her thighs like a devout worshipper, pressing reverent kisses to the dimples above her hips.
To him, she was a goddess—flawless, irreplaceable.
His pace never faltered, even as Lien’s moans faded into weak gasps.
Her body had long since surrendered, leaving her floating in a sea of sensation.
Somewhere in the haze, she remembered she hadn’t eaten dinner.
Not that Kessert seemed inclined to let her go anytime soon.
Lien let her mind drift, surrendering to the tide.
She didn’t want to think anymore.
Just feel.
Her lips parted, voice long since spent, but Kessert didn’t stop.
Not until midnight.
Not until his release surged forth, flooding her with molten heat.
"Ah…" He sighed, wrapping his arms around her spent form.
Lien’s eyes fluttered open, her soul still scattered somewhere beyond the stars.
'What… just happened?'
Kessert kissed her forehead, reluctantly withdrawing only when his softening length slipped free.
Three rounds tonight.
Not quite enough to sate him, but if he pushed further, his precious wife might revolt.
He carried her to the bath, lowering her into the lukewarm water.
Lien shivered—she preferred it scalding.
Kessert turned the hot tap on, carefully washing away the evidence of their passion before drying her and carrying her to the dining table.
"By the way, wife—what did you want to ask me earlier?"
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