I Thought It Was An Arranged Marriage - Chapter 11

The sounds of swallowing and sucking filled the air. He placed his mouth at her entrance, swallowing everything that came out, licking up even what had spilled around it before finally lifting his head.

Rosaline, lying weakly after her cl*max, felt a twinge of shame seeing the man’s face glistening with her juices. Along with the guilt of having received such perfect service without giving anything in return.

But Lucas’s expression was one of utmost satisfaction. His c*ck, fiercely erect and already dripping with pre-c*m, was a separate matter. He seemed ready to agree if she said she was tired and wanted to sleep.

In reality, she was already exhausted, and they hadn’t even properly started yet. So, she reached out to him. His thick, massive sh*ft had prominent veins. Just before her hand could touch it, he lowered his head again to find her lips.

“L-Lucas…”

“Yes. I’m your Lucas. That’s enough.”

Lucas’s voice was as tender as it could be. He lightly brushed his w*t lower face and then gently kissed her cheek. He then cupped her p*ssy with his palm and rubbed it softly. Confirming that more sticky fl*id was seeping out, he inserted his longest finger into her.

She was already sufficiently w*t, easily taking in one of his fingers. But that was it; there was resistance when he tried to add another. He curled his finger inside her, rubbing her inner walls, while his other hand scratched her neglected n*pple. The response was immediate, with more fl*id gushing out, and her insides softened.

Not missing the opportunity, Lucas inserted another finger and spread them slightly.

“Ah, faster, faster…”

At her urging, the man, unable to remain composed, pressed down on her inner walls and sucked on her cl*t. He tenderly kneaded her br*asts while savoring her rising moans. As Rosaline’s vision flickered and her hips bucked, he withdrew his fingers and pressed her body down with his.

His gl*ns brushed against her now pliant p*ssy before slowly entering. She thought she was adequately prepared, but it wasn’t enough. Lucas forced his massive c*ck into her barely opened entrance.

“Ah, Lucas, wait, wait a moment…”

“I’m sorry. I can’t stop now.”

Though her furrowed brow and pained moans, along with the sweat beginning to form, pained him, he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t halt even for the sake of consummating their marriage; it would be less painful to finish it in one go.

No, those were just excuses. He couldn’t stop himself. Who said memories become idealized? The real her was more beautiful, dear, and lovable than the one in his memories. Such a woman called him Lucas and she wanted to become one with him. Not even a saint could resist in this situation.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

With a single thrust, he pierced her c*rvix, causing Rosaline to scream in unbearable pain. Her vision went white, and she couldn’t breathe. The pressure she had never felt before was overwhelming, and their tightly joined bodies felt cramped. But the man had no intention of showing her mercy.

Lucas held her soft body tightly enough not to suffocate her and thrust his hips upward, aiming to fill her completely, even with his balls. The satisfaction of filling her and reaching her deepest parts numbed his senses.

“Rosaline, ah, Rosaline, my Rosie.”

“Ah, ah, ah.”

Rosaline felt like her brain was turning to mush as she was relentlessly shaken. It was impossible, but it felt like his c*ck was hitting her brain, causing her vision to flicker white and black, with flashes of lightning and stars. Amidst her hazy consciousness, the man’s voice, repeatedly calling her name, pierced through.

Despite his rough movements, he called her name with a longing tone, as if he was craving her love. Rosaline lifted her heavy hand to cradle his head. She kissed his lips, feeling an inexplicable urge to do so.

The moment their lips met, the man trembled as though he was electrocuted. Then, as if possessed, he devoured her lips. His thick tongue entwined with her small one, scraping her palate. He swallowed her groans, which echoed from her throat. There were many things he wanted to do, but not many he could. She was too small and delicate, and he lacked the composure.

Lucas gripped her b*ttocks with both hands and thrust his hips down. Her lovely br*asts bounced lewdly. He desperately focused on her lower body, hiding his desire to suck on those br*asts. Otherwise, he felt he might ej*culate immediately.

This was a hard-earned opportunity. Such a precious time couldn’t be wasted. He suppressed his anxious emotions. By now, Rosaline’s eyes were w*t. He licked up her tears, which flowed as she whimpered.

Rosaline was the first to cl*max, a result of his relentless stimulation of her unknown sweet spots. Her body trembled, and her insides contracted fiercely. Unable to hold back any longer, Lucas also reached his cl*max.

He instinctively buried himself as deep as possible and released every last drop inside her. His thick seed filled her and overflowed, trickling down their joined bodies.

Lucas nibbled gently on Rosaline’s ear and gave it light kisses. He felt so happy that he could die at that moment, satisfied that the lovely woman in his arms had fully accepted him and allowed him her body. Of course, he had no intention of dying.

How could he, now that he had this woman in his arms? He was determined to cherish and protect her so she could live a happy and peaceful life. Although he made this firm resolution, his body and mind were not in sync. His c*ck, as if it had never cl*maxed, remained large and hard.

“Lucas… that…”

“It’s alright, Rosie. You’ll be okay soon.”

“No, that’s not it…”

Rosaline quickly realized Lucas’s situation below. At first, she thought she was mistaken.

Kallen had been like that. Despite his high libido, his stamina wasn’t particularly strong. After one round, he needed plenty of rest, so seeing Lucas still energetic even after climaxing was shocking.

Having only experienced two men, she couldn’t tell who was normal, but she knew they were extreme opposites. And now, Rosaline was not the young marchioness of Addis but the Grand Duchess of Bryant. She would remain the Grand Duchess until the day she died and would share a bed with Lucas. So, it was right to adapt to him. Rosaline reached out and buried herself in his arms.

“The night… is long. You can continue.”

It wasn’t Rosaline’s imagination that Lucas’s c*ck swelled even more. She was simply surprised at its seemingly limitless growth. Meanwhile, Lucas, with a face full of swirling emotions, was restless. He felt immense joy at her permission but was also worried about her getting exhausted.

Unable to resist his overwhelming desire, he finally lifted her head and kissed her deeply. Refusing her temptation was something he couldn’t do, even if he died twice and came back to life.