"What is it? You want to hold back my desire again after you seduced like that?" asked Ronan with his innocent face, teasing Arielle to ask him again in such an adorable way.
"No-not like that... it’s just that I.. don’t want it right now," Arielle replied. Of course, it was a lie.
Ronan knew that his wife was lying. He let Arielle’s hair that had gotten long to her back, revealing her pretty shoulders.
"Co on... You don’t have to lie anymore. You’re really adorable. You almost made interrogate William and Lucas in an unpleasant way."
"What does this have to do with William and Lucas?"
Ronan just chuckled, then nodded. It wasn’t the right ti to talk about that. He pulled the ribbon in front of her chest that tied the evening dress. The man then kissed Arielle’s cleavage gently.
Arielle restrained herself from moaning. Ronan left bite marks there.
"What kind of touch of mine do you miss?" Ronan asked in a half-whisper.
"No... I-I want to sleep now."
"Hmmm? Sleep after seducing like earlier? Tsk, tsk, tsk... so irresponsible."
Arielle wanted to protest, but Ronan held her hand.
"How could you deny it so desperately after admitting it a few minutes ago? Well, you’re getting adorable, making want to touch you more right now."
"Ronan, stop.."
"There will be no stopping tonight, Sweetheart. Just count how many days I haven’t fucked you? Can you imagine the tornt I go through every day? And I will not waste this opportunity. Wouldn’t it be more exciting if I force you this ti?"
Ronan lowered his hands, pulling Arielle’s legs to wrap around his waist. He pressed her body so his wife could feel what he had been holding back all this ti.
"Ronan... Stop it..."
"Hhh, don’t say "stop" with a face that forbids to stop," Ronan whispered in Arielle’s ear, making her shiver.
The man’s fingers moved into her evening gown, squeezing Arielle’s chest gently, while his finger played with her perky nipples.
Arielle bit her lip hard so as not to let out an alluring moan.
Ronan also bit Arielle’s chin. "Don’t hold back your moans if you don’t want to force you to moan."
"No..."
"No? Are you sure? After what you said earlier, you want to stop?" Ronan stopped playing his fingers on Arielle’s breasts. He pushed his body away and made the warmth that surrounded him go away.
Arielle’s clothes were very ssy. In contrast to Ronan’s, which still looked neat. Ronan waited and waited. Arielle tried to calm her pounding heart.
"Hmm ... if you really don’t want it, your legs should have slipped from my waist, no?" Ronan asked while rubbing Arielle’s feet, which were on either side of his body.
The skirt of her evening gown had been lifted up to her stomach, revealing her smooth legs that were so soft under Ronan’s rough palms.
"Oh... and you’re already wet here too?"
Arielle pressed her legs together when Ronan touched her down there.
"How can you say no when you’re already aroused like this?"
Ronan ran his fingers over the rim of the girl’s panties. Arielle wanted Ronan to stop teasing her like this.
"What about your breasts? I wonder if they’re aroused too?" Ronan asked while trailing her fingers through her dress.
His index finger then accidentally touched Arielle’s nipples, which had hardened through her evening gown. Arielle held Ronan’s hand from lifting her gown and saw her breasts.
"Can’t I see it?" asked the man while slightly pursing his lips, giving Arielle a sulky expression.
Ronan didn’t care about Arielle’s hands, which held him back. He continued to take off Arielle’s gown until it left the girl’s body.
"If you don’t want it, try harder to hold on, Sweetheart. Look... they both called out to for a touch."
Ronan hugged Arielle’s body, breathing in the scent and warmth of the small body in his embrace. He then buried his face between her plump breasts.
"Look, they miss too."
"Ronan... stop saying sothing like that."
"Oh, Sweetheart. We’ve done it hundreds of tis, and you still haven’t gotten used to it? You know I love talking to you, right? Ah... your breath is getting rougher, and your body is getting warr... You know why?" Ronan asked with a chuckle.
Arielle just kept quiet, waiting for Ronan to finish playing with her body.
"I’m very happy when you voice out your thoughts like before. But why did you hide it again? Don’t you like it too? Arielle ... this is your last chance. Answer honestly... Do you want ?"
***
"Yes... I want you," Arielle replied with a flushed face.
Ronan nodded. He took off his clothes in the blink of an eye, but when he wanted to take off his pants, Arielle stopped him.
"Yes?" the man asked impatiently.
"Um... can you... take it slow tonight? I an, don’t be too hasty and..."
Arielle was confused about how to explain it so Ronan would do it more carefully. The man didn’t know that she was pregnant. Although the doctor had said that it would be fine to have consummation, as long as Ronan didn’t overdo it, of course.
But knowing that her husband often crossed the line, Arielle was now a little worried.
Ronan read his wife’s worried expression. The man rubbed her cheek and kissed her forehead gently.
"Of course, I will do it slowly and gently, Sweetheart. You haven’t completely recovered. I won’t hurt you."
"Thank you, Ronan."
The light in the room was dim. Only the golden light from the candle brightened up the surroundings.
The inn was not the best one there. However, because they were on a secret mission and Prince Khaled knew the owner of the inn, they didn’t have much choice but to stay there for the next two nights.
Both Arielle’s and Ronan’s clothes were completely scattered on the slightly dusty floor. The small bed in the corner of the room then creaked softly, holding the weight of the two people who were imrsed in their intimacy.
Arielle could feel her cheeks burning.
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