But the moment he surrendered to that overwhelming pleasure, a thick burst of hot white come spurted all over his own stomach. His cock pulsed a few more times beneath me.
“Haah, haah…” His breath came in gasps, and his back trembled.
“Ahh, nngh…”
My pussy throbbed and my hips twitched involuntarily, still desperate for more. I had been right on the verge of coming. And when I stared down at his abs streaked in white, I saw that his dick was still hard. I couldn’t look away. My fingers moved on their own.
A bit of his come stuck to my fingertips, and it was still warm. This stuff had always brought me such bliss when it filled me. Just thinking that roused something greedy within me.
“L-Lukie…” My voice sounded so needy, I clamped my mouth shut in embarrassment.
Lucas still had his arm draped over his flushed face as he struggled to catch his breath. Then, his mouth tensed, and my heart skipped a beat.
“Haah… I’m so embarrassed right now… That just felt way too good. Insanely good.”
“U-um… I’m glad…”
He really just said that? I blinked in shock, but then he peeked out from under his arm, and his gorgeous face softened into the happiest smile. His golden eyes shimmered with love, and I had no choice but to swallow my plea and bite my lip instead.
Since I told him no just now, I could hardly ask him to make me feel good, too.
I tried to hold still, but my body wouldn’t obey. My hips twitched. I looked away, but my gaze drifted right back down to the come on his stomach—and then traveled even lower.
Even after all that, he was still rock hard.
He’s still hard… Is it really okay to just end things like this? What if it’s, like, a breach of royal etiquette? A failure as a princess and a wife?! What should I do?! It’s not weird to want the rest, right? I mean, he’s still hard…
Get a grip, Cece! You’re literally trying to use your role as a princess and wife to justify being horny! Besides, today was supposed to be about getting him to say he was so embarrassed he could die. That was your goal!
He did say he was embarrassed and that it felt insanely good, and yeah, he did look incredibly adorable when he acted like he didn’t want me to see him coming… In the end, though I did lose my cool when he said, “Look at me,” while he came, it’s still technically mission accomplished.
So yeah, we can end it here. I should stop now.
But that’s when I looked over and saw his neck. It was still bare, without a single mark on it. And then that greed stirred to life again.
I wanted proof. Proof that this vulnerable, desperate version of Lucas was mine and mine alone. Driven by that need, I pressed my palm against his chest and leaned in.
“Wait, Cecilia. It’s slippery. I was just reaching for the—”
I shut him up with a kiss. One kiss and those golden eyes turned dark and molten. He started to pull back, but I leaned down and brushed my lips along his neck.
“Mmm…”
Lucas might be beautiful, but he was still a man. His skin was smooth, but beneath it was hard muscle and a thick frame that I could never have. I thought making marks on his neck would be easy, but it was firmer than I expected, and stubborn against my mouth. He offered something in that absurdly gentle voice of his.
“You can bite me, if you want.”
“Mm…mm…”
Absolutely not! I am not leaving a bite mark on the Hero of Bern! He’d show it off everywhere, I know he would. But this isn’t about that…
“I want us to match,” I whispered, feeling possessive.
I felt him freeze under me.
“Mm, haah…” He sighed when at last a mark bloomed beneath my lips. I looked up tentatively.
“Technique? No, you’re probably not even doing this on purpose. Either way, it’s way too effective…”
“Huh?” I blinked and lifted myself slight to see what he was looking at, and then I saw it. A white, sticky string running from his abs to my breasts.
“Eep!”
“You even helped me make it look like I came on your tits, Cece. That’s so damn hot…”
His sexy smirk sent me scrambling. I grabbed the cloth from his hand and threw it over myself, glaring at him with all I could muster.
“S-stop it! That’s not what happened, you perv!” Lucas narrowed his eyes with amusement, his hand reaching for the back of my head. He never messed up my hair, but this time he gently tangled his fingers in it, and a chill ran down my spine.
“Did you forget?” he said in a low murmur, pressing a light kiss to my lips, but holding his tongue back. There was nothing sweet about the kiss, and instead, I felt a little scared. I tried to pull away from him.
“Forget what?”
Then he grabbed me and pulled me down onto the sheets, tearing the cloth from my hands. My eyes went wide with shock as he immediately thrust his face against my bouncing breasts.
“That I’m a pervert who’s obsessed with you alone.”
“…!”
He maintained eye contact the entire time as he slowly, deliberately licked the spot where his come still clung to me. He licked the milky white from my skin and then caught my nipple in his mouth, sucking it and rolling it between his teeth. The sting of it sent my back arching off the sheets.
“Ahh, mm! Nngh, ohhh!”
As my body arched toward his face, he cupped my breast and gently pushed me back down. And then he let me go with a wet, naughty pop to show me what he’d just done. My face turned so red that my breasts were flushed, and tears welled up in my eyes.
“Haah… If a bit of touching is what it takes for you to let me fill you up, I’m more than willing to do it. And if it’s not like that, then I’ll just have to love you until you say it is. You knew that, didn’t you, Cece?”
“Nngh!”
Yes, okay! Fine! I do know that! But the fact that I’m the one pushing him even deeper into depravity really doesn’t sit right with me!
Still, today of all days, I was the one who unleashed his feral perversion, so I couldn’t even argue. My body trembled, flushed from head to toe.
Lucas raked a hand through his hair, still damp from sweat. All he did was gaze down at my weak, helpless body, then press a tender kiss to my skin like he cherished it.
“Ahh, mm!”
“You’re so soft… Unbelievably soft…”
And with slow, deliberate kisses, he inched his dark head lower. All I could do was watch as he left a trail of little marks in his wake.
He pushed my legs apart, and the moment he exposed my soaked, glistening folds through the gap in my underwear, I panicked and tried to cover myself.
Then my perverted husband gave me the sweetest smile in the world. “I can’t believe you came up with such a tempting way to seduce me, Cece. You worked so hard for me, and I owe it to my precious wife to give back everything I can. I’ll be gentle, I promise. So don’t worry, okay?”
“W-wait, Lukie! You don’t have to do that!”
I was just about to come! If all he gives me are these casual caresses with no intent of getting me off, I’ll be so desperate I’ll end up begging for it! Please don’t taunt me!
Just as I was about to reject the offer, his golden eyes locked onto me, his carnal gaze wrapping around me like invisible chains.
“This is my right as your husband, Cece. I would want to die if I thought I’d ever hurt you. So move your hands.”
I was just trying to make him happy, so how did that end up with Lucas worrying to the point of wanting to die?! Isn’t this completely backward?! And to top it all off, he makes being mean to me sound like some kind of marital right?! Can he not? When my poor, overly trained body hears that soft growl in his voice, it gets all excited and ready to go. Please stop doing that, husband!
“I-it’s fine. I’m fine…”
If I give in to this, I’ll end up begging. I’ll be a complete and utter mess.
And that terrified me. My hands trembled as I covered myself, but Lucas just narrowed his eyes and repeated himself. “Move your hands, Cece?”
“Ahh!”
Even though he phrased it like a request, the firmness of his tone left me no choice. My hands slipped away from between my legs. I moved them to my hips instead and ended up spreading my legs apart all on my own. I was blushing so furiously it seared my face. I just wanted to disappear because I was so embarrassed.
He reached out his fingers, hard and calloused from swordsmanship, and laced them through mine.
He pinned my thighs apart as if to signal that we would make love right that instant and then dragged his thick tongue up my slit until it was right beneath my clit. Big, hot tears spilled from my eyes.
“Nngh!”
“You’re a little red. Does it hurt?” The concern in his voice didn’t match the way his tongue was teasing me, clearly trying to stoke my desire till it boiled over once more.