Chapter 671: Bullied
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"I rest my case," Darryl just raised a defeated flag on it. Clearly, Xhemin wasn't letting him win so she must have thoroughly decided they won't have it tonight, perhaps tomorrow she'll let him have some. Ah! How did he end up being a bullied husband? His wife perfectly knows when to hit him hard!
Helpless, he closed his eyes and suppressed his urges but knowing that Xhemin was just beside her, smelling so good and alluring and with that thin robe she was wearing, God it was so hard to sleep. Restless, he ended up pleading again.
"Milady…"
"Hmmm"
"Have pity on me,"
"..."
"Milady," He desperately bent on Xhemin and started c.a.r.e.s.sing her hair that was all splattered on the bed like waves. He was already so tempted to devour her but he was then hesitating for some reasons. "Milady, please have mercy on your husband. The last time me did it, I was so drunk until now I was all cursing myself for not being able to remember anything,"
Xhemin smiled at the memory of it. Indeed the last time they did it, it was she who initiated it because Darryl was so drunk and had been crying out resenting himself for not being able to give her any children anymore. That night they actually overdo it and that when morning came, she ended up having bruises because of their intense love making. When he saw it, Darryl thought he had forced himself on her and so he promised he would not do anything again without her consent. Was this the reason why he was then pestering her from some consent? Previously, he didn't usually ask for any consent at all and went on like claiming her mercilessly.
"Ah too bad you don't remember, it was one heck of a night," She expressed trying to blow off some curiosity on Darryl's part.
"What?" Darryl raised a brow at her wife's claims. Curious, he pestered her to talk more about it. "What exactly happened that night? I remember being so angry at morning seeing all the bruises you had….I thought…..I thought I somehow lose control and ended up hurting you,"
"You did hurt me….a little," Xhemin was smiling but she had kept her eyes closed as if not wanting to face Darryl's protruding eyes. "But in a wondrous kind of way,"
Darryl squinted, definitely hesitant to believe her words. "Liar...you are just making me feel less guilty I believe,"
This time Xhemin opened her eyes and looked at her husband amusedly. "The bruises were a result of an intense lovemaking I initiated…."
Darryl didn't say anything for a moment and just lavished himself at the view of her wife smiling naughtily at him and in the thought of her initiating their lovemaking. He didn't know what happened but so suddenly their gazes toward each other became intense, both firing up as their urges aggravated and before Darryl could even make a move, Xhemin pulled herself up in bed and rose to sit on his husband's t.h.i.g.hs, her legs wrapped on him while he was half lying on bed.
Darryl accommodated her and rested his head on the bed's headboard while his two hands wrapped on her waist as he pulled her toward him. In a moment Darry'ls face was already leveled on Xhemin's b.r.e.a.s.t as his wife looked down on him. As if his luck wasn't enough, just so, his wife let loose the ribbon of her robe and pushed it gently to fall away from her body, only then did Darryl realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath and that only aggravated his l.u.s.t he ended up biting his lips at the sight of her two b.r.e.a.s.t, flaunting in front of him ready to be ravaged.
At that point Darryl was about to touch her, only if she didn't pull his chin up so he could face her. With eyes full of wanting she whispered in a very hoarse voice "Want a rewind my love?"
Her voice, the feel of her n.a.k.e.d skin and her eyes that drown him deep into its ink pool got Darryl too intoxicated to all the rising tensions he couldn't wait for anything more and so before his wife could change her mind, he rammed his lips on her and started kissing her ravenously and damned hell it felt so good. Her mouth was so warm , sweet and the brushing she did on his tongue to welcome him filled him with so much p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Xhemin made sure she answered his kisses ardently so he would know how much she missed his lips like he does—withholding nothing. They kissed like their breaths depended on each other and Xhemin allowed Darryl to do whatever he pleased inside her lips, stroking, l.i.c.k.i.n.g and tasting every corner of her sweet mouth.
Wanting to feel her more than he could possibly do, he pulled her closer so that in a moment he could feel her smooth b.r.e.a.s.t tucked tight on his c.h.e.s.t as Xhemin inclined a little to kiss him more. Very much tempted, he broke the kiss and dragged his lips to her b.r.e.a.s.t, s.u.c.k.i.n.g her n.i.p.p.l.es one the right while he played on the other and a sudden m.o.a.n escaped Xhemin's lips. Hearing her own m.o.a.ns filling the room, Xhemin became a little concerned and so while Darryl was ravaging her n.a.k.e.d body, she raised a question but the words almost didn't escape her mouth as her m.o.a.ns overtook her lips.
"My love, the children might hear us," She asked almost out of breath.
Darryl stopped whatever he was doing and looked up to meet his wife's concerned eyes. He saw the glow of crimson that was all over her face, the product of his sweet torture and smiled satisfying at it.
C.a.r.e.s.sing her tender face with his calloused finger he answered back, "Don't worry milady I fixed this room with all thoughts of our lovemaking. It's soundproof so don't withhold yourself and m.o.a.n for me. I want to hear it all,"
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"I rest my case," Darryl just raised a defeated flag on it. Clearly, Xhemin wasn't letting him win so she must have thoroughly decided they won't have it tonight, perhaps tomorrow she'll let him have some. Ah! How did he end up being a bullied husband? His wife perfectly knows when to hit him hard!
Helpless, he closed his eyes and suppressed his urges but knowing that Xhemin was just beside her, smelling so good and alluring and with that thin robe she was wearing, God it was so hard to sleep. Restless, he ended up pleading again.
"Milady…"
"Hmmm"
"Have pity on me,"
"..."
"Milady," He desperately bent on Xhemin and started c.a.r.e.s.sing her hair that was all splattered on the bed like waves. He was already so tempted to devour her but he was then hesitating for some reasons. "Milady, please have mercy on your husband. The last time me did it, I was so drunk until now I was all cursing myself for not being able to remember anything,"
Xhemin smiled at the memory of it. Indeed the last time they did it, it was she who initiated it because Darryl was so drunk and had been crying out resenting himself for not being able to give her any children anymore. That night they actually overdo it and that when morning came, she ended up having bruises because of their intense love making. When he saw it, Darryl thought he had forced himself on her and so he promised he would not do anything again without her consent. Was this the reason why he was then pestering her from some consent? Previously, he didn't usually ask for any consent at all and went on like claiming her mercilessly.
"Ah too bad you don't remember, it was one heck of a night," She expressed trying to blow off some curiosity on Darryl's part.
"What?" Darryl raised a brow at her wife's claims. Curious, he pestered her to talk more about it. "What exactly happened that night? I remember being so angry at morning seeing all the bruises you had….I thought…..I thought I somehow lose control and ended up hurting you,"
"You did hurt me….a little," Xhemin was smiling but she had kept her eyes closed as if not wanting to face Darryl's protruding eyes. "But in a wondrous kind of way,"
Darryl squinted, definitely hesitant to believe her words. "Liar...you are just making me feel less guilty I believe,"
This time Xhemin opened her eyes and looked at her husband amusedly. "The bruises were a result of an intense lovemaking I initiated…."
Darryl didn't say anything for a moment and just lavished himself at the view of her wife smiling naughtily at him and in the thought of her initiating their lovemaking. He didn't know what happened but so suddenly their gazes toward each other became intense, both firing up as their urges aggravated and before Darryl could even make a move, Xhemin pulled herself up in bed and rose to sit on his husband's t.h.i.g.hs, her legs wrapped on him while he was half lying on bed.
Darryl accommodated her and rested his head on the bed's headboard while his two hands wrapped on her waist as he pulled her toward him. In a moment Darry'ls face was already leveled on Xhemin's b.r.e.a.s.t as his wife looked down on him. As if his luck wasn't enough, just so, his wife let loose the ribbon of her robe and pushed it gently to fall away from her body, only then did Darryl realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath and that only aggravated his l.u.s.t he ended up biting his lips at the sight of her two b.r.e.a.s.t, flaunting in front of him ready to be ravaged.
At that point Darryl was about to touch her, only if she didn't pull his chin up so he could face her. With eyes full of wanting she whispered in a very hoarse voice "Want a rewind my love?"
Her voice, the feel of her n.a.k.e.d skin and her eyes that drown him deep into its ink pool got Darryl too intoxicated to all the rising tensions he couldn't wait for anything more and so before his wife could change her mind, he rammed his lips on her and started kissing her ravenously and damned hell it felt so good. Her mouth was so warm , sweet and the brushing she did on his tongue to welcome him filled him with so much p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Xhemin made sure she answered his kisses ardently so he would know how much she missed his lips like he does—withholding nothing. They kissed like their breaths depended on each other and Xhemin allowed Darryl to do whatever he pleased inside her lips, stroking, l.i.c.k.i.n.g and tasting every corner of her sweet mouth.
Wanting to feel her more than he could possibly do, he pulled her closer so that in a moment he could feel her smooth b.r.e.a.s.t tucked tight on his c.h.e.s.t as Xhemin inclined a little to kiss him more. Very much tempted, he broke the kiss and dragged his lips to her b.r.e.a.s.t, s.u.c.k.i.n.g her n.i.p.p.l.es one the right while he played on the other and a sudden m.o.a.n escaped Xhemin's lips. Hearing her own m.o.a.ns filling the room, Xhemin became a little concerned and so while Darryl was ravaging her n.a.k.e.d body, she raised a question but the words almost didn't escape her mouth as her m.o.a.ns overtook her lips.
"My love, the children might hear us," She asked almost out of breath.
Darryl stopped whatever he was doing and looked up to meet his wife's concerned eyes. He saw the glow of crimson that was all over her face, the product of his sweet torture and smiled satisfying at it.
C.a.r.e.s.sing her tender face with his calloused finger he answered back, "Don't worry milady I fixed this room with all thoughts of our lovemaking. It's soundproof so don't withhold yourself and m.o.a.n for me. I want to hear it all,"
"I rest my case," Darryl just raised a defeated flag on it. Clearly, Xhemin wasn't letting him win so she must have thoroughly decided they won't have it tonight, perhaps tomorrow she'll let him have some. Ah! How did he end up being a bullied husband? His wife perfectly knows when to hit him hard! Helpless, he closed his eyes and suppressed his urges but knowing that Xhemin was just beside her, smelling so good and alluring and with that thin robe she was wearing, God it was so hard to sleep. Restless, he ended up pleading again. "Milady" "Hmmm" "Have pity on me," "..." "Milady," He desperately bent on Xhemin and started c.a.r.e.s.sing her hair that was all splattered on the bed like waves. He was already so tempted to devour her but he was then hesitating for some reasons. "Milady, please have mercy on your husband. The last time me did it, I was so drunk until now I was all cursing myself for not being able to remember anything," Xhemin smiled at the memory of it. Indeed the last time they did it, it was she who initiated it because Darryl was so drunk and had been crying out resenting himself for not being able to give her any children anymore. That night they actually overdo it and that when morning came, she ended up having bruises because of their intense love making. When he saw it, Darryl thought he had forced himself on her and so he promised he would not do anything again without her consent. Was this the reason why he was then pestering her from some consent? Previously, he didn't usually ask for any consent at all and went on like claiming her mercilessly. "Ah too bad you don't remember, it was one heck of a night," She expressed trying to blow off some curiosity on Darryl's part. "What?" Darryl raised a brow at her wife's claims. Curious, he pestered her to talk more about it. "What exactly happened that night? I remember being so angry at morning seeing all the bruises you had.I thought..I thought I somehow lose control and ended up hurting you," "You did hurt me.a little," Xhemin was smiling but she had kept her eyes closed as if not wanting to face Darryl's protruding eyes. "But in a wondrous kind of way," Darryl squinted, definitely hesitant to believe her words. "Liar...you are just making me feel less guilty I believe," This time Xhemin opened her eyes and looked at her husband amusedly. "The bruises were a result of an intense lovemaking I initiated." Darryl didn't say anything for a moment and just lavished himself at the view of her wife smiling naughtily at him and in the thought of her initiating their lovemaking. He didn't know what happened but so suddenly their gazes toward each other became intense, both firing up as their urges aggravated and before Darryl could even make a move, Xhemin pulled herself up in bed and rose to sit on his husband's t.h.i.g.hs, her legs wrapped on him while he was half lying on bed. Darryl accommodated her and rested his head on the bed's headboard while his two hands wrapped on her waist as he pulled her toward him. In a moment Darry'ls face was already leveled on Xhemin's b.r.e.a.s.t as his wife looked down on him. As if his luck wasn't enough, just so, his wife let loose the ribbon of her robe and pushed it gently to fall away from her body, only then did Darryl realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath and that only aggravated his l.u.s.t he ended up biting his lips at the sight of her two b.r.e.a.s.t, flaunting in front of him ready to be ravaged. At that point Darryl was about to touch her, only if she didn't pull his chin up so he could face her. With eyes full of wanting she whispered in a very hoarse voice "Want a rewind my love?" Her voice, the feel of her n.a.k.e.d skin and her eyes that drown him deep into its ink pool got Darryl too intoxicated to all the rising tensions he couldn't wait for anything more and so before his wife could change her mind, he rammed his lips on her and started kissing her ravenously and damned hell it felt so good. Her mouth was so warm , sweet and the brushing she did on his tongue to welcome him filled him with so much p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Xhemin made sure she answered his kisses ardently so he would know how much she missed his lips like he doeswithholding nothing. They kissed like their breaths depended on each other and Xhemin allowed Darryl to do whatever he pleased inside her lips, stroking, l.i.c.k.i.n.g and tasting every corner of her sweet mouth. Wanting to feel her more than he could possibly do, he pulled her closer so that in a moment he could feel her smooth b.r.e.a.s.t tucked tight on his c.h.e.s.t as Xhemin inclined a little to kiss him more. Very much tempted, he broke the kiss and dragged his lips to her b.r.e.a.s.t, s.u.c.k.i.n.g her n.i.p.p.l.es one the right while he played on the other and a sudden m.o.a.n escaped Xhemin's lips. Hearing her own m.o.a.ns filling the room, Xhemin became a little concerned and so while Darryl was ravaging her n.a.k.e.d body, she raised a question but the words almost didn't escape her mouth as her m.o.a.ns overtook her lips. "My love, the children might hear us," She asked almost out of breath. Darryl stopped whatever he was doing and looked up to meet his wife's concerned eyes. He saw the glow of crimson that was all over her face, the product of his sweet torture and smiled satisfying at it. C.a.r.e.s.sing her tender face with his calloused finger he answered back, "Don't worry milady I fixed this room with all thoughts of our lovemaking. It's soundproof so don't withhold yourself and m.o.a.n for me. I want to hear it all,"
