The doctor told her that she was not pregnant. Immediately, Luciano expelled the man out of the room.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug. Alana’s hands, which slouched down beside her, twitched.
She always thought how nice it would be to be able to put her hands around his back and hug him back with her own hands. But that was a symbol of happiness. It was not something that Alana could do.
She felt the weight of him covering her as he fell on the bed. She was expecting more. Alana hated herself for that. She did not deserve to be held, but she wanted to be held. She knew what she should do, but her body was overflowing with pleasure, and she was left to her own devices. She continued to enjoy happiness for a reason.
She was sly and disgusting.
Her vision slowly blurred, and something spilt onto her cheek. It was scooped up by his tongue.
“You cry a lot in the morning. How dare you? Alana, put your hands behind my back.”
Luciano’s lips arched as he dropped his eyelashes. It was the soft reprimanding look he gave to Mileia on that starry balcony.
She could not believe that it was directed at herself.
“I’m telling you to put your hands on my back. Hold me. Quickly.”
Was it okay to hug him?
Her body trembled. Alana lifted her arms fearfully and gently placed her fingers on his back.
His hair tickled her and extended down his back. She tucked her hands underneath it.
“That’s ‘putting your hand on my back’. Are you fooling? I’m your husband. Hug me, now.”
Alana squeezed her arms as hard as she could.
“Why are you scared? Do this every time from now on. When I hold you, you hold me back. Do you understand?” He licked her cheek again as she burst into tears from the heat of something she didn’t understand.
“What is it with you queens? Is it a habit? That’s not like Armenia at all. You should be proud of yourself. You should have the guts to dominate me. It’s all right for you to be vain.”
He was running his tongue over her tears, but he also licked the tip of Alana’s nose. The salty droplet went down and to his lips. He licked along the shape, taking his time to look at Alana. Each time he licked, the shape of his mouth would change. It was as if she was being licked by a beast.
“I’m going to kiss you now, but don’t refuse me.”
Alana fluttered. She thought she was being kissed just then, but apparently not. He stared at Alana at close range.
“It’s hard to do when you’re looking at me like that. When he closed his eyelids as he was told, his lips moistly overlapped with Alana’s mouth. He kissed her again, twice, three times, just like the Mileia of old. When they had passed the tenth count, his mouth was pressed harder against hers, forcing her to part her lips.
She was surprised to feel a thick tongue invade her mouth, but her happiness outweighed my surprise. As he licked her tongue, she felt as if they had made a deep connection. When he looked up, their tongues were connected by a silver thread that broke.
“It’s hot inside you,” he said.
Luciano unbuttoned Alana’s dress with a hasty hand and then unbuttoned his own clothes as well. One by one, they dropped their dresses and other clothes on the floor, leaving each other naked. They did not feel the slightest bit cold, as their skin was immediately covered.
When he was completely naked, he caressed Alana’s breasts with his mouth and hands. He must be a serious person. He seemed to have a specific procedure for her breasts. When Alana let out a sweet exhale, he whispered, “Does that feel good?”
Again, their lips came together, sucking. But after sucking on her tongue, he took a deep breath. “I hate to tell you this, but there’s something I want you to try,” he said with annoyance as he nodded and tangled his hands in Alana’s hair.
“‘I want you to suck me. Just lick it. ...No, just touch it with your hands. If you can’t because it’s unclean, say no. In that case, I won’t say or let you do it again.”
She did not understand what he meant, but she realised what he was trying to say when he took her hand and guided it below. The hot mass on her palm was his genitals.
He raised himself so that Alana could easily touch him and reclined against the cushion. Alana was surprised by what she saw. It was hard to believe that this thing was inside her, to her womb.
The doctor told her that she was not pregnant. Immediately, Luciano expelled the man out of the room.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug. Alana’s hands, which slouched down beside her, twitched.
She always thought how nice it would be to be able to put her hands around his back and hug him back with her own hands. But that was a symbol of happiness. It was not something that Alana could do.
She felt the weight of him covering her as he fell on the bed. She was expecting more. Alana hated herself for that. She did not deserve to be held, but she wanted to be held. She knew what she should do, but her body was overflowing with pleasure, and she was left to her own devices. She continued to enjoy happiness for a reason.
She was sly and disgusting.
Her vision slowly blurred, and something spilt onto her cheek. It was scooped up by his tongue.
“You cry a lot in the morning. How dare you? Alana, put your hands behind my back.”
Luciano’s lips arched as he dropped his eyelashes. It was the soft reprimanding look he gave to Mileia on that starry balcony.
She could not believe that it was directed at herself.
“I’m telling you to put your hands on my back. Hold me. Quickly.”
Was it okay to hug him?
Her body trembled. Alana lifted her arms fearfully and gently placed her fingers on his back.
His hair tickled her and extended down his back. She tucked her hands underneath it.
“That’s ‘putting your hand on my back’. Are you fooling? I’m your husband. Hug me, now.”
Alana squeezed her arms as hard as she could.
“Why are you scared? Do this every time from now on. When I hold you, you hold me back. Do you understand?” He licked her cheek again as she burst into tears from the heat of something she didn’t understand.
“What is it with you queens? Is it a habit? That’s not like Armenia at all. You should be proud of yourself. You should have the guts to dominate me. It’s all right for you to be vain.”
He was running his tongue over her tears, but he also licked the tip of Alana’s nose. The salty droplet went down and to his lips. He licked along the shape, taking his time to look at Alana. Each time he licked, the shape of his mouth would change. It was as if she was being licked by a beast.
“I’m going to kiss you now, but don’t refuse me.”
Alana fluttered. She thought she was being kissed just then, but apparently not. He stared at Alana at close range.
“It’s hard to do when you’re looking at me like that. When he closed his eyelids as he was told, his lips moistly overlapped with Alana’s mouth. He kissed her again, twice, three times, just like the Mileia of old. When they had passed the tenth count, his mouth was pressed harder against hers, forcing her to part her lips.
She was surprised to feel a thick tongue invade her mouth, but her happiness outweighed my surprise. As he licked her tongue, she felt as if they had made a deep connection. When he looked up, their tongues were connected by a silver thread that broke.
“It’s hot inside you,” he said.
Luciano unbuttoned Alana’s dress with a hasty hand and then unbuttoned his own clothes as well. One by one, they dropped their dresses and other clothes on the floor, leaving each other naked. They did not feel the slightest bit cold, as their skin was immediately covered.
When he was completely naked, he caressed Alana’s breasts with his mouth and hands. He must be a serious person. He seemed to have a specific procedure for her breasts. When Alana let out a sweet exhale, he whispered, “Does that feel good?”
Again, their lips came together, sucking. But after sucking on her tongue, he took a deep breath. “I hate to tell you this, but there’s something I want you to try,” he said with annoyance as he nodded and tangled his hands in Alana’s hair.
“‘I want you to suck me. Just lick it. ...No, just touch it with your hands. If you can’t because it’s unclean, say no. In that case, I won’t say or let you do it again.”
She did not understand what he meant, but she realised what he was trying to say when he took her hand and guided it below. The hot mass on her palm was his genitals.
He raised himself so that Alana could easily touch him and reclined against the cushion. Alana was surprised by what she saw. It was hard to believe that this thing was inside her, to her womb.
