I Thought It Was An Arranged Marriage - Chapter 10

Lucas paused briefly, then sucked her br*ast deeply and licked her n*pple slowly with his tongue. Rosaline shuddered and didn’t know what to do. He caressed her other br*ast with his large hand, scratching her n*pple with his short nails, trying not to hurt her.

“Ah, ah, Your, High…ness… Ugh.”

As her legs instinctively closed and twisted, the man blocked them with his body. He spread her legs wide and placed his already swollen c*ck between them. Just pressing his c*ck against her already w*t p*ssy made Lucas feel dizzy.

The viscous l*quid flowing from her spring mixed with his own, making it impossible to tell whose was whose. He felt like he was in a dream.

“Call my name, my lady.”

“Ah, ugh.”

If anyone was more dazed, it was Rosaline, who was being simultaneously stimulated in her chest and between her legs. She struggled to regain her senses in the overwhelming excitement, but every time his teeth and fingers scratched her n*pples, and the bulging veins of his thick c*ck rubbed against the most sensitive part of her p*ssy, her mind went blank.

She felt like she was turning into a fool. If it feels this good now, what would it be like when that thing enters her?

“Your Highness, please, please.”

What was she asking the man for? It wasn’t a proper request, but both the man and the woman knew immediately. She wanted a complete union. But the man, lifting his head as if he had never been aroused, spoke firmly.

“Not yet.”

At his resolute voice, Rosaline whimpered, but Lucas gently kissed her eyes again.

“No need to rush. The night is long.”

Though his lips and voice were tender, his words carried firm resolve, and the pressure with which he rubbed against her below grew even stronger.

It was clear he had no intention of stopping midway, even if he didn’t plan to penetrate her immediately. This reassured Rosaline, who bit her lip. She would become one with this man tonight.

Feeling her body relax from the tension, the man smirked. He wanted Rosaline to feel at ease in their relationship. He wanted her to accept this time as happy, enjoyable, and pleasant, not painful, dreadful, or something to be over with quickly.

But his primary desire was inevitable.

“Rosaline. Call me Lucas.”

“Ah…”

“There are too many ‘Your Highnesses’ in this country. Call me, please, Rosaline.”

“But…”

Despite being married, Rosaline hesitated to call him by his name. Lucas roughly thrust against her below. As he skillfully rubbed her bulging cl*t with his large gl*ns, Rosaline let out a short scream.

“Rosaline, don’t you want to feel even better?”

“Ah, yes, please, do it…”

“Then call me Lucas.”

“Lu…”

“Lu is fine. Luke is good too.”

The man’s voice was so filled with excitement that Rosaline couldn’t help but laugh even in this situation. What was so special about a name? Was it because of the inherent difference in their statuses? The awkwardness of calling each other by their names, despite being married, made her laugh, as did the man who was begging just to be called by his name.

It wasn’t because it was funny. If she had to explain, well, it felt good. She could even say she was happy.

“If you call me Rosie.”

The man’s lips stopped. His fingers, his lower body, all movements ceased. With the continuous stimulation suddenly halted, Rosaline raised her head in confusion and looked down at the top of the man’s head. As he slowly lifted his head to meet her gaze, his eyes swirled with various emotions, the most prominent of which was undoubtedly joy.

“Can I… Can I dare to call you by your nickname?”

Rosaline couldn’t understand. He asked her to call him by his nickname. So she asked him to call her by hers. But to ask if he dared? If anything, that was something she should be saying.

Seeing the emotions and thoughts on Rosaline’s face, the man smiled brightly and sat up. He then pulled Rosaline into his arms and kissed her madly. From her lips to her eyes, nose, cheeks, neck, ears, and shoulders, he kissed every part of her he could reach while mumbling incessantly.

“Thank you—”

And finally, the man’s head moved downward. After kissing her slim belly and her long navel several times with a smacking sound, he descended to her p*ssy, which he had been pressing, rubbing, and grinding against earlier.

Lucas licked her p*ssy with his thick tongue. Then he took the small, plump piece of flesh at the top, which was asserting its presence, into his mouth and twirled his tongue around it.

“Ah, wait, wait a moment…!”

As if electrocuted, Rosaline’s entire body trembled, but Lucas, as if he had been waiting for this, wrapped his arms around her flailing legs from the outside and held them in place. Her legs naturally tensed and pulled his face closer, lifting her hips due to his strength. This brought her p*ssy closer, making it easier for Lucas to suck on it eagerly.

During their fiery three-month honeymoon, Rosaline had s*x with her husband almost every night. They had tried various acts and even some positions she found embarrassing. Kallen had also sucked her down there a few times.

But back then, Rosaline only felt bewildered. She couldn’t understand why anyone would do such a thing and found it so uncomfortable that she asked him to stop, and he never did it again. Kallen expressed a desire to do it a few more times, but she refused. It felt unpleasant and just plain bad.

But now it was different. It wasn’t uncomfortable or unpleasant. Instead, every time his breath touched her, her v*ginal walls grew hot and twitched. It was as if they were saying, ‘Come inside.’

His tongue left her cl*t and delved into the split between her folds. The lewd sound of w*tness and Rosaline’s sobbing moans filled the air.

His tongue licked each fold inside her v*gina, while his firm nose stimulated her cl*t. Rosaline had long since sunk into the bed, with only her lower body slightly lifted by his arms. Despite this, she felt no fear, only a ticklish sensation spreading throughout her body.

The ticklish feeling soon turned into a tingling sensation that dominated her entire body, making rational thought impossible. Does rational thought even matter on the first night?

The man, his head buried in her p*ssy and sucking greedily, had none of his usual dignity and composure. He was merely a man serving her pl*asure and ar*usal, frantically but skillfully seeking out her er*genous zones.

It was as if he knew exactly where she was most sensitive and responsive.

Rosaline took deep breaths, consciously trying to relax her body. If she didn’t make an effort, her entire body would stiffen from the tension.

She thought her experience would make it okay, but she realized too late that this was arrogant thinking. Though she hadn’t seen it properly, judging by the area it touched her, Lucas’s c*ck was easily twice the size of Kallen’s. It was excessively large, long, and hard.

Rosaline understood why the man had said it wasn’t time yet. She gladly accepted his near-servile actions. Her p*ssy, already w*t, released more juices, which Lucas eagerly lapped up.