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My breath hitched, the heat in my body escalating with every second.
Something about this was not normal, I could feel it.
His whispered words, calling me his wife over and over, paired with the smoldering look in his eyes, only deepened my unsteady desire.
“Mm.”
I nodded slowly, murmuring my response.
Toop’s lips curled into a faint smile as he leaned closer, nuzzling the crook of my neck while simultaneously unbuttoning his own shirt.
Despite the growing intensity, as our bare skin met, there was still no kiss.
No matter how close our noses drew, no matter how much he nuzzled against my face.
Our eyes met, our lips inching, but I did not know it was me who turned away, or him who froze.
As always, his hands roamed across my body, but his lips never touched mine.
“Ah!
You bit—”
“Did it hurt?”
He pulled away from my chest, and I gasped—not from pain but I did not dare tell him.
My head spun, caught between pleasure and faint, unfamiliar scent.
It was intoxicating, and it paired with the sharp sensation as he grazed my sensitive nipple with his teeth.
“Mm.”
When I did not answer, he lowered his head again, claiming the rosy peak with his heated lips.
His tongue swirled teasingly before his mouth latched, suckling until I bit my lip to stifle my voice.
“Mr. Toop,”
I called him softly, my fingers tangling in his soft hair.
My body writhed under his touch, bare and exposed, reacting to sensations I had never experienced before.
Everything between us tonight felt different, strange.
“Let me- try,”
I whispered, my face burning.
Toop met my gaze as he continued his ministrations, his sharp eyes gleaming with both hunger and intrigue.
My chest rose and fell with each labored breath, my body trembling from his teasing mouth.
Even so, I could not suppress the words that slipped out, nor could I stop my trembling hand from reaching down to touch him—his tense hardened length, which filled me with a mixture of awe and trepidation.
This was the part of him that had entered me so many times before, yet I had never held it in my hand.
“Is this you being yourself, Anshan?”
he teased, a mixture of affection and amusement playing on his lips.
Rolling onto his back, he granted my request.
“Show me what you’ve got. Let’s see how good you can be for your husband.”
The playful edge in his voice was not cruel, but it only made me more self-conscious.
I moved closer, entirely bare before him, while my palm wrapped around him, his length twitching at my touch as if saying hello, making me even more embarrassed.
My lips and throat dried.
Lowering my head, I let my tongue dart out.
Wet with a faint bead of fluid, I licked it away, earning a smile from Toop which made me feel even more bashful.
I pressed forward, taking him into my mouth inch by inch.
“Mmph!”
The sensation surprised me, and I let out a muffled sound helplessly.
He was in my mouth, yet I felt a sudden intrusion from behind.
His finger pressed inside, slow but deliberate, leaving me no time to brace myself.
“Take your time, Anshan. I’ll stretch you here while you work on that. Ah, yes, just like that. A little deeper, Anshan.”
I felt like I was losing my mind.
My eyes watered as I struggled to accommodate him in my mouth, while behind me, his finger pressed deeper, increased in digits sending sharp jolts through my body.
Despite the overwhelming sensations, his soft words of praise steadied me, filling me with a strange sense of pride and satisfaction as I took him in deeper, my head hazy.
But soon, he pulled away and helped me shift, steadying me putting my hands on his shoulder.
“Why are you smiling?” I asked breathlessly, looking down at him.
I was unprepared for how exhausting my first attempt had been.
Toop did not answer.
Instead, his warm hand touched my cheek before his handsome face dipped again.
This time, his tongue flicked across my other nipple—the one he had not yet teased.
“Toop, M—ah, Mr. Toop.”
“If you were pregnant,”
he murmured in his husky voice, his warm hand moving from my cheek to rest on my abdomen.
“Right here.”
In an instant, his mouth reclaimed my sensitive nipple, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around him, holding him closer as he pressed his face against me.
He showed no mercy, teasing and suckling until I could not hold back my moans.
My body arched against him, and before I knew it, my release spilled across his chest.
“I’m—ah,” I tried to apologize, but before I could, he chuckled.
Toop swiped a finger through the evidence on his chest and pressed it against my lips.
Without a word, he slipped his finger into my mouth.
I should have resisted, but as I met his eyes a man who was holding me in a kneeling pose and making me look down to him, I found myself yielding, drawing his finger in deeper, and sucking softly. Visit NovelPing for the full chapter.
He seemed pleased.
Toop withdrew his finger and pulled me closer, grinding my body against his arousal.
At the same time, his hand returned to tease my nipple, pressing and circling until my incoherent cries spilled out again and again.
I could not ask him to stop—every touch felt maddeningly good, even as tears brimmed in my eyes from the overwhelming sensations.
“Mr. Toop.”
“Do you think milk will come out, Anshan?”
His question sent heat rushing to my cheeks, my entire body felt small and vulnerable.
“I don’t know.”
“Shall we find out?”
“Ah—Mr. Toop!”
Without waiting, my selfish husband smiled wickedly and leaned down to claim my nipple once more.
Tonight, we both feel different.
His hands moved to knead my backside.
A moment later, his fingers spread me open, probing inside with deliberate slowness.
It was not long before his hardness followed, pressing into me with a heat that felt as though it might melt me from the inside.
Every inch of him filled the gap in me, ready and prepared to receive every drop of his load.
I was spent to the point where moving felt impossible.
Yet he was not finished, his hands and mouth exploring me further, alternately teasing and comforting, as the sound of waves and the scent of salt air filled the room.
Despite the closeness of our bodies—our sweat-slicked skin pressed together in an embrace, his lips trailing down my spine, even as our eyes met—there was one intimacy we never shared.
Not once did our lips meet.
“Is it morning already?”
My voice was dry and hoarse as I stirred, blinking against the sunlight streaming through the round window.
I pushed my aching body up in a blur.
Though I was not sure when I had fallen asleep, the events of the night were etched clearly in my mind.
I noticed, however, that my body did not feel sticky or uncomfortable.
Why?
I tried to piece together the fragments of my hazy memory.
My cheeks flushed as I recalled snippets of what had happened.
Even in my half-asleep state, Toop had held me for a long time before carrying me to the cramped bathroom.
He had cleaned both of us thoroughly, including the place where he had entered me.
“But he’s done that before,”
I muttered to myself, remembering the night I shared with my husband who had acted strangely last night.
Though I had often accused him of dragging me to bed without thought, Toop had always been the one to clean me afterward, even from the very first time.
That small act had once made me foolishly believe he might care for me, even just a little.
But it was not true.
With a sigh, I shifted my gaze to the morning scenery outside the window.
He did it because it was his duty as a husband, not because he cared or loved me.
Yet, my heart still swelled as I replayed the events of last night in my mind.
His words might have been sharp at times, but his eyes, his voice, and the way he treated me—it did not feel like an act, did it?
Toop had been gentle.
His words, though teasing, were laced with a certain tenderness.
His faint smiles captivated me.
Before, we had been distant and tense with each other.
So why did he behave that way last night?
‘If before I made you feel like I was forcing you.’
‘Then tonight, I’ll ask for permission…’
‘You’ll feel good, so would you let your husband inside you?’
I nodded.
I had responded with a quiet ’Mm’ last night, but now, replaying his words and actions, I found myself smiling.
It was not just that I felt good; I could not help but hope—deep down—that maybe something between us had changed.
That thought motivated me.
I got up, tidied the bed, and tidied up my clothes which Toop had changed for me before heading out of the room.
What would he want for breakfast this morning?
I would do my best to make it for him.
“Where did he go?”
I glanced around, unable to find him.
I stepped out to the sitting area, turning left but still seeing no sign of him.
When I turned right, however, I spotted him kneeling on the ground, flipping and examining something with a serious expression.
“You’re here just in time.”
“Y-Yes,”
I stammered, an odd feeling settling in my chest as I approached him.
Toop stood up.
“Something wasn’t right about last night.”
His words, coupled with his tense demeanor, made my face go cold.
He handed me an aluminum bowl containing melted wax from a scented candle.
The faint aroma was still discernible, and my nose immediately recognized it as the scent from last night.
“Scented candle mixed with essential oils,”
“That explains it.
That’s why we were like that last night,”
he said, his voice edged with frustration, “This place isn’t just the two of us, Anshan,” he added, his sharp eyes scanning our surroundings.
I stared up at him.
My understanding of last night—that it was the result of genuine feelings between us, however faint—crumbled.
My eyes started to burn, and my throat burned as I swallowed back the bitter realization.
Toop’s tenderness last night was not because he cared for me as my husband.
It was all because of the candle, designed to provoke lust.
He did not desire me because of his feelings.
“I’ll go make breakfast,”
I said softly, my voice barely audible as I looked down at the wooden deck beneath my feet.
I turned toward the house, hoping to escape the sting of the truth by burying myself in my tasks.
I wanted to go wash my face to prevent myself from crying just before that.
But before I could take another step, Toop’s hand grabbed my arm.
I tried to warn myself repeatedly against my greed that had wished for him to love me, despite knowing that it would hurt me no matter how much I hoped for it.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I quickly shook my head, refusing to meet his eyes.
When he caught my other arm, I had no choice but to turn toward him, though I was not ready for him to see my face.
“Look at me, Anshan.”
I shook my head again, still unwilling to say anything.
“What’s wrong? Yesterday, you said whatever was on your mind. But today, you—An…”
I liked hearing him call my name, whether ‘Anshan’ or just ‘An,’ or even refer to me as his wife.
But not now.
Not like this.
I did not want to look at my husband who held my arm tighter from a startle with tear-filled eyes.
I did not want to mistake his reaction as his concern for me.
Even if, I was about to cry because of my selfish, heartless husband.
“Are you okay? Last night, I couldn’t control myself because of the candle, and—ah!”
His words were cut short as I shoved his chest with both hands, forcing him back a little before he could finish his sentence.
“I know last night there was a stimulant.
You don’t have to keep bringing it up.
I get it!”
“If you understand, then why do you look like you’re about to cry-!”
“I—”
I ended up yelling.
I wanted to tell him how upset and hurt I was because last night was not what I had thought it was.
“Say it, you fool!”
“Mr. Toop!”
Was he trying to push me until I broke into tears?
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
I bit my lip, my fists clenched as I tried to suppress the turmoil inside me.
My voice, controlled, was softer than before as I tried to walk away.
“Stop, Anshan.”
“Let me go.”
“How can I let you go when we still haven’t resolved this?
How many times do I have to tell you?
Say what you feel, say what you think—don’t keep it bottled up and make that crybaby face.
You’re not just a fool; you’re stubborn too.”
“And what if I am!”
“Now you’re yelling again, Anshan!”
“That’s normal for me!”
But nothing felt normal with him—nothing at all.
It felt like the patience I had carefully maintained had been shredded since yesterday.
Even though I had tried to keep my voice down, I failed again, my heart still boiling with frustration and anger that was hard to contain.
“And I’m not stubborn or a fool like you say.
I just realized that last night, wasn’t out of duty.
But in the end, it was still the same.
Everything only seemed to improve because of that damned candle!”
“Yeah, it was!”
Tears welled up in my eyes.
“Yeah!”
The pain in my chest felt suffocating, but all I could do was shout back before turning to head into the house.
The morning sea breeze did nothing to cool my emotions.
I wanted to shower, cry, and be alone to release all the tension building up inside.
“And what’s so wrong about that?
You think everything I did to you last night, all of that, was just because of the stimulant?
If it were just that, don’t you think I would’ve just kept going, mindlessly, without caring if you were in pain or if you felt good?
Wouldn’t that have been easier, you fool of a wife!”
“Huh?”
I turned to look at him, tears spilling from my eyes, confusion clearly written on my face.
But instead of calming down, he stood there, his face taut with seriousness, and it made me flinch.
“And now you’re telling me you’re not a fool?
Fine, because now you’re just being sulky instead.”
“M-Mr.
Toop…”