His lips descended to her neck again, beginning to s*ck and bite at the spot. Adeline expected him to s*ck on her br*asts next, but different words flowed from Kailen.

“Will you s*ck me too?”

“S*ck you…?”

Though her memory was hazy since she’d been nearly unconscious at the time, she had taken his member into her mouth before. No, it would be more accurate to say he’d forced it into her mouth rather than her doing it of her own volition.

“Why are you reacting like it’s news to you… Ah, is today the first time you’re fully conscious for it?”

He yanked Adeline’s wrist toward him. Something hot immediately touched her fingertips. 

Adeline looked down at the hard sensation and blushed when she discovered his member, grotesquely entwined veins bulging all over it.

“I-I’ll be clumsy at it…”

“So you don’t want to?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, but what if I bite down?”

“It’s fine. Go ahead and bite.”

Kailen slowly raised his body upright. Then he pressed his already fully *rect member forward and tapped it against Adeline’s lips.

Unlike when he entered her below, having it touch her mouth made its shocking size feel far more severe. But her hesitation lasted only a moment. Adeline opened her mouth herself, and Kailen pushed his member inside.

Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her toward him.

“Ah!”

Adeline’s body trembled as his member slid deep inside, startling her. But Kailen showed no intention of being gentle, shoving his tip all the way to her throat in one thr*st.

Urk, hup, hnngh—m*ans spilled out involuntarily. When the distinct ridge of his gl*ns pressed against her soft palate, she nearly gagged.

Tears immediately welled up in Adeline’s eyes from the shocking penetration. 

When Kailen began thrusting his hips, Adeline flailed her hands before grabbing his pelvis and barely managing to steady herself.

She desperately kept her mouth open to avoid biting down, accepting his massive member between her lips. Every time that chilling sensation brushed against her tongue, her mouth flooded with saliva.

His shaft drove in roughly, seemingly ready to split her lips. Adeline’s vision blurred, and tears dripped down her chin.

His inconsiderate thrusting went beyond excess, shaking her wildly. She already knew about his rough s*xual preferences, but this was overwhelming.

Even so, Adeline didn’t hit or push him away. She clung to him, telling herself it was just a bit rougher than other couples.

“Mmph, mmngh!”

The bitter taste of pr*c*m and the sensation of him filling her throat deeply made her gag. 

The more she did, the more aroused Kailen seemed to get, breathing out small hah, hah sounds as he pulled her head closer.

Each time he rubbed and prodded inside until she nearly suffocated to death, he would pull his shaft out once to control the pace, allowing Adeline to barely endure.

And finally, when he pressed down on the back of her neck toward him and stopped thrusting, white fl*id dripped out from between the gap of her lips and his member.

Kailen pulled his member out with a slick sound, then looked down at Adeline. After stroking the cheek of Adeline, who was panting like a small animal—hah, hah—he gave his next command.

“I want to do it from behind. Turn over.”

Honestly, it wasn’t a position she wanted. Wasn’t it the position that exposed all her most embarrassing places? 

While she couldn’t help exposing her genitals during *ntercourse, she really hated showing even her anus, an excretory organ, but Kailen wasn’t the type to obediently back down just because she said she didn’t like it.

“…”

Even while panting, Adeline obediently turned her body and braced both hands on the bed sheets. When she raised her bottom high, he spread her genitals with both hands like splitting a peach.

Then he laughed quietly.

“How vulgar—you’ve been dripping wet.”

Adeline’s face flushed bright red. But her embarrassment didn’t last long. Kailen’s tongue slid between her buttocks.

* * *

Dawn light entering through the curtain gap was creating thin lines on the floor.

I must have been tired…

Recently, Kailen hadn’t taken proper rest. When the fatigue that rushed in after last night’s *ntercourse ended, he couldn’t even think of crossing over to his own bedroom and greeted the morning in Adeline’s bed.

As he tilted his stiff neck back and looked to the side, Adeline was stuck right against his side. 

Just like a nursing baby burrowing into its mother’s embrace. The dawn air was cold, so she seemed to have unconsciously nestled against him.

Kailen slowly extracted his arm and shoulder and quietly sat up. Kailen walked to the window, casually throwing on the robe he’d tossed on the bed bench, a glass of water in his hand.

It was just as he’d expected.

Though there were times when it was occasionally irritating and unpleasant, his married life with Adeline was generally satisfactory.

Especially that soft, warm body—he loved her sweet, subtle body scent more than anything.

Moreover, Adeline followed him quite obediently in bed. Not just when she couldn’t control her arousal, but from the moment he entered the bedroom and abruptly stripped off her clothes. 

It was particularly cute when he grabbed her underwear and she would lift her bottom slightly on her own.

Even if it’s annoying, this much is somewhat tolerable, I suppose.

The sight of her sprawled out with glazed eyes, covered in the s*men he’d spilled, was truly spectacular. Her br*asts squashing, sitting with her snow-white thighs spread wide, trembling with shame in her green eyes as she waited for his c*ck. Even her lewd, vulgar crying.

Sometimes it felt unsettling that he seemed too immersed in the pleasure her body gave him, but for now, it seemed fine to enjoy this pleasure more.

No need to deliberately refuse what she’s willingly prepared for me. It’s still true that her body tastes good, after all.

Kailen’s lips curved with satisfaction as he raised his water glass.

“…What time is it?”

Hearing the thin voice, he turned around to see Adeline lying in bed, looking at him with drowsy eyes.

“A little past 6.”

6 o’clock… Adeline murmured and tried to sit up hesitantly. Kailen walked over, set down his glass with a thud, grabbed her shoulder, and laid her back down on the bed.

“Don’t worry about it and sleep more. You don’t need to match my schedule.”

Adeline grabbed his wrist as he pulled up the blanket to cover her again.

“Still… how can I not see you off when you’re awake? I’ll see you off and then come back to rest.”

“Just stay lying down.”

Adeline shook her head with a voice still full of sleep, saying, “Still…” The wavy blonde hair poured down, covering her eyes, so he swept it up over her forehead.

“Pointless stubbornness. If you keep being stubborn, I’ll just go sleep in my own bedroom from now on.”

Though he spoke firmly, it was a casual remark laced with playfulness. At that light comment, Adeline released the strength from her shoulder.

“Okay, I understand. I won’t. Hurry and get ready.”

Though Adeline obediently told him to hurry and get ready, her eyes still held onto him. It was a familiar gaze now.

Eyes that said she didn’t want to bother a busy person, yet simultaneously hoped he would stay just a little longer—those eyes wanting to confirm his affection.

Quietly observing those eyes was one of the pleasures he’d found in this marriage.

Though she was from a declining royal bloodline, she still had blue blood, so Adeline knew quite well how to compose her expression.

However, Adeline’s ability to maintain a calm face even in situations where she should feel humiliated often irritated him.

So whenever she acted like a proper, virtuous lady, he wanted to thoroughly distort that composed face. Using pain, pleasure, humiliation—everything—without fail.

Kailen liked seeing Adeline frustrated at not being able to obtain him, desperate for him.

You like me? Then go ahead and cling to me pathetically.

He wanted to see the expression of a woman struggling to barely prop up her crumbling heart while pretending nothing was wrong.

That’s why he impulsively staged this childish act.

He stopped walking toward the bathroom at the door. Then he slowly turned around and spoke. As though he’d just remembered, like giving belated thanks.

“Ah, thanks for the sandwich. I had a good lunch yesterday because of it.”

At those words, her spring-bud-like green eyes sparkled. Her bright smile, unable to hide her joy, was excessively radiant.

“It was delicious. But you didn’t make it yourself, right?”

“Ah, I did make it myself. I suddenly remembered my time at the girls’ academy. The sandwiches and iced tea they sold at the communal dormitory were famous, you know.”

He nodded lightly, seemingly agreeing with that memory from those days. Seeing him, Adeline smiled and murmured.

“I suddenly wanted to eat it, so I clumsily tried to imitate it. I’m glad you found it delicious too.”

As expected, it was a rewarding reaction.

“I’ll make it again and send it to you next time.”

“I’d love that, but how can you do that with those precious hands? It’s so much work.”

“What work? If a wife can’t even do that much for her husband, what kind of wife is she?”

“Then I’ll have to impose on you again.”

Speaking affectionately like humming a tune, he raised one eyebrow.

“Ah, but next time you make it, I’d appreciate it if you left out the smoked salmon. It doesn’t agree with me.”

“…Salmon?”

Adeline’s eyes widened as she repeated the word salmon. Doubt was evident—what was he talking about?

Right, of course.

The sandwich that had been shoved into the trash by his hand. Kailen clearly remembered the sandwich contents that had tumbled into the trash. Ham and cheese, cucumber, tomato—all basic ingredients that didn’t divide preferences.

There was no smoked salmon.