This shouldn’t be happening. I need to satisfy him, but I can’t…

Iren wrapped her arms around Lahart’s neck, and he responded by embracing her tightly.

Lahart’s body, honed by a lifetime of training with a sword, had no flaws. It was solid like a statue, boasting perfect proportions. Iren’s soft br*asts pressed against his chest.

Lahart found this sensation satisfying. As he touched Iren’s smooth and delicate skin with his entire being, every moment of sharp pain that touched his senses washed away as if it had never existed. In place of the pain, a cruel desire naturally arose.

“Uhh… ah…”

Iren turned her head away and broke the kiss first. Despite Lahart occasionally blowing air into her mouth, she couldn’t keep up with his stamina. Her red, swollen tongue and bitten lips felt numb. Her moist lips released rough breaths, and her slender shoulders trembled incessantly.

“Is it already over?”

Lahart asked sarcastically. Iren hesitated, unable to do anything. She knew she was far from enough to appease Lahart’s anger, but she was at a loss about what to do next.

She was born into a noble family and had been raised and educated strictly since childhood. Her innate personality was quiet, and because Lahart was her first love and first husband, she had reached her limit.

“You said you would do anything.”

Lahart reached out and grabbed her chest. The sensation of his hand completely grasping it caused blood to rush to his already aroused c*ck, almost to the point of pain. When he applied a little force, Iren grasped his wrist urgently. Ignoring her, he provocatively pressed his palm against her n*pples, and he could clearly feel it growing sharper.

“L-Lahart… ah…”

Iren whispered softly. As her waist moved reflexively, something lightly brushed between her b*ttocks. Damn it. Lahart, who cursed and spat out a curse, pushed her onto the bed.

Their lips met again. They exchanged wet breaths and tongues, and he caressed her plump br*asts. A moan escaped her mouth as he scratched her er*ect n*pples with the tips of his fingernails.

When Iren’s eyes teared up from the lack of oxygen, Lahart let go of her lips and moved down without hesitation. He kissed and bit her chin, then the nape of her neck, and finally, her collarbone.

Red marks gradually imprinted onto her pale skin. With every touch of his lips and bite of his teeth, Iren gripped Lahart’s shoulders tightly.

“Ah…!”

The lips that were biting into her chest were so hot it felt like they were burning. She lowered her eyes and looked at Lahart. His right hand, gently holding her br*ast, was stained a sword-purple color.

Her heart tightened when she saw the charred half of his torso. Because it hurt. Because she felt sorry. Because it made her sad. Because she regretted it. But she couldn’t give up on him.

Iren’s thoughts did not last long. It was because of the way he lasciviously licked her n*pple with his tongue. Iren grabbed Lahart’s head. Her slender fingers lightly tousled his neat hair. Touching her husband’s head was an act she would never have dared to consider before. Lahart momentarily closed his eyes, enjoying that sensation, and then forcefully sucked on her hardened n*pple.

“Mmm, hah!”

The sharp pleasure from his teeth and the dull pleasure from his moist tongue alternately engulfed her. Although Lahart was angry at her, his touch and kisses were not rough. It felt even somewhat tender. Her legs tingled with anticipation, almost to the point of being gentle. Iren pressed her moist thighs together.

Lahart, who teased her br*asts to the point of driving her crazy, lifted his face. Startled, Iren tried to close her legs, but it was useless. He spread Iren’s legs apart and positioned himself between them. He discarded his clumsy shirt.

His perfectly sculpted body, as if created by a god, was revealed in its entirety. Not even those repulsive veins could diminish its beauty.

His muscular body, encased in thick, elastic muscles, would now push itself relentlessly against her. Iren slightly tensed her shoulders due to the tension.

“It’s not difficult, but my wife seems to be having a hard time.”

Lahart lowered his trousers. His fully er*ect c*ck sprang out. His p*nis was an unusual reddish color, which didn’t match the clean and cool image one would associate with the North. It looked quite eerie with its prominent thick veins. Its length, size, and thickness far exceeded common sense. The tip of his c*ck, which looked more like a blunt object than a p*nis, was shiny.

“As your husband, I should help you.”

He grabbed Iren’s ankle, as if he was about to thrust his c*ck insider her instantly. His lip gently brushed against her instep. It was a tender kiss, like what one would do to their beloved. Iren’s tears were about to fall. She tightly gripped the sheet and suppressed her voice.

With a slight smile, as if teasing her, or perhaps testing how much she could endure, his lips slowly ascended. Lahart, who touched her ankle, calf, and back of her knee, finally began sucking on the tender flesh inside her thigh.

“There’s no need, ah, to go this far… Duke…”

“Endure it. I’m helping you, aren’t I?”

Red marks were left wherever he touched. There were spots that appeared to be the aftereffects of poison. Now she looked somewhat presentable. Lahart, who covered the dark spots with the marks of his lips, gave a satisfied look and lowered his head into her c*nt.

“Duke, ahh, hah, umph!”

Iren’s voice grew louder. Lahart grabbed her hand, which was grasping the air, and rolled his tongue around her cl*toris. As he licked her moist entrance, covered in saliva and fluids, her suppressed screams escaped along with a gush of water.

Her intensified scent, her hand tightly grabbing mine due to not knowing what to do, her moaning and trembling voice. All those drove Lahart mad.

Iren felt the same way—as if she was going crazy. Lahart put his mouth between her legs before, but she could never get used to it.

The vulgar sound coming from below was embarrassing, and she was ashamed of the fluids she spilled on his face. But above all, her lower body felt numb. Iren whispered with her eyes closed.

“Please, put it in… quickly.”

Lahart, who seemed like he was going to suck down there forever, suddenly stopped. He raised his head, straightened his back, and his temples furrowed. It was an unpleasant and strained expression, as though he was enduring something.

He took a deep breath and grabbed his c*ck with one hand, then he pushed and rubbed it against her entrance. The solid heat penetrated smoothly.

“Ah, ah…!”

“So you were desperate to be f*cked. Were you planning to tempt another man with your lewd body?”

“No, that’s not it… Ugh, ahh, ugh!”

Lahart started entering. It felt like her body was splitting in two. Despite spending countless nights together, Lahart’s was too much to accept easily. Her waist instinctively lifted, and her toes curled.

“Haah, huh, ugh…!”

Lahart swallowed Iren’s lip along with her labored breaths. At the same time, he moved his waist slowly and forcefully, thrusting his c*ck inside. As he roughly dug deeper, her vaginal opening and inner walls opened wide and swallowed his d*ck. Her mushy insides felt so good that curses came out.

When I discovered a maid lying on your bed instead of you.

When I see you being carried on another man’s back in the forest.

When I see you begging, willing to do anything just so I spare them.

Every time, I wanted to hold you like this. I thought I have to hold you. It was the only thought that came to mind. I felt like I had to lock you in my arms to make it clear who owns you.

You can’t refuse me. Even if I don’t love you, you have to love me. Even if I don’t want you, you have to want me.

Especially when I want you like this. When I need you like this.

You’re leaving me? How funny. Who said I would let you go?

“Ah, Lahart… a little slower, gently…”

A sobbing voice reached his ears. Lahart looked at Iren with dark eyes. Tears shimmered in her blue eyes like jewels.

Yes. Just keep looking at me like that. The only thing you need to care about is me. I am your husband. Don’t even think about saving me, the same as others.

Lahart brushed away her hair. Suddenly, he remembered something a nobleman had said to him.

The Duke seems to really love his wife. Otherwise, how could he marry a woman from Phaeson?

No. That’s not it.

These feelings, for sure, aren’t love. They can never be love.

My own heart stopped because of the poison that had inflitrated him at that time. What is inside me is just a mass of various dark emotions.

“Iren.”

His voice in heart voice sounded like a beast growling. For a moment, feeling a sense of dread, Iren swallowed her breath at the waves of overwhelming pleasure that came crashing down on her. So good, too good, her heart wasn’t in it, but their connected bodies was filled with fullness, and moans escaped her without rest.

“Ah, ha, mm… ah, Lahart… a little, slowly, ha!”

“Remember it clearly. Who is your husband? Whose wife are you?”

Lahart twisted his waist and grabbed Iren, who was trying to escape. Then he swiftly and deeply thrust his c*ck inside. The way he thrusted his hips was truly beastlike.

Their wet flesh collided, creating a disgusting sound mixed with moans. Whenever Lahart let out a low groan, Iren trembled as if she were getting goosebumps.

Even if it wasn’t love, every time she realized that he desired her and lusted for her, her insides trembled. Then Lahart did not miss that moment and pushed all the way in. The pleasure he gave was so intense that her mind and vision turned white.

The spot where their bodies connected felt so hot, as if it would melt. Whenever Lahart embraced her, he always burned like a flame. Perhaps he had transferred his heat deep inside her. Her lower abdomen boiled with heat. The hot and solid warmth surged through her belly. He ruthlessly and roughly caressed and kneaded her inner walls.

Iren clung to Lahart without thinking. Lahart willingly gave his back to her.

“Ha… Iren.”

Even his back, which he does not entrust to anyone, not even his most trustworthy subordinates, was emitting an intense heat.

For a moment, Iren was able to forget the fact that he hated her more than anyone else in the world.

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