“Ha, ah! If you press there like that……!”

And more than that, the fingers that had found the wet part of her were drawing small circles at her entrance, then pressing down firmly on the small swollen bud of her cl*t.

“Ah! Ahh!”

I’m going to come!

Only Margie herself would ever know how hard she fought not to say that out loud.

Frederic’s touch grew bolder until his middle finger slid all the way inside her. A man’s fingers were long, and his knuckles were thick. The pressure of her walls caught on them, and working the whole thing in took a little effort.

“My wife, hah, enjoys my fingers as well. Holding on this tight……”

“Hnn, mmph……”

“And your br*asts smell so sweetly indecent…… There isn’t a part of you that isn’t lovely. Hah.”

The more Margie whimpered and shivered with unfamiliar pleasure, the more Frederic praised every part of her in a deeply satisfied voice. He was breathing hard too, but still just barely managing to sound like a gentleman.

“Frederic! Ahh……!”

Her single cry coincided with his fingers pulling free. His middle finger was slick with her, and he slid it into his own mouth and sucked it slowly, like a skilled cook boldly tasting the first bite of a well-prepared dish, like a guest licking every last drop of seasoning off a fingertip.

Oh my goodness! So vulgar! So……!

“Making this much of a mess. You’ll need to be punished.”

Vulgar!

“Hah……!”

Unable to look away from his obscenity, Margie pulled in a struggling breath. Frederic, who had been towering over her, was now settling himself below her.

“Fr, Frederic! What is that…… what are you doing……!”

Frederic’s golden hair spilled beautifully between her thighs.

“Margie. This was always your favorite.”

Mine? This? Since when? This husband of mine, given an inch and taking a mile, lying through his teeth without a shred of shame! Where in the world does another person this shameless exist! Brazen! Unabashed! Absolutely thick-skinned! Shameless Graham!

“Ah, ahng! Frederic! Don’t, don’t do that!”

The waist of Margie, who had been glaring coldly at her lying husband, was lifted clean off the mattress.

“There, I haven’t even washed yet, and you’re just going ahead and…… ah, hnn.”

Unable to bear the shame while her most private place was softly sucked, she burst into tears and grabbed fistfuls of her husband’s hair.

“I have only been obedient to you every night. Ready to do whatever my wife asks of me……”

Frederic found his wife’s embarrassment deeply arousing, in the bluntest possible sense. But the Duke of Graham, who had never once spoken such a crude phrase aloud, simply let out a low breath.

“Because I am your humble and devoted slave.”

“Hnn……!”

The moment Frederic’s hot breath fell fully against her wet center, Margie’s lower body trembled.

“I thought only the top was sweet, but here is sweeter.”

“Is this, mm, is this, normal, Frederic? Hah, huk!”

“Do you know something, Margie.”

“Is this, normally like this, hnn, this kind of, feeling……, ah!”

“When you apply heat to something sweet, hah, it gets sweeter.”

“Hhnn!”

Margie shook like someone on the verge of fainting.

“My wife, who already tempted me with a sweetness all her own…… melting like this against my hands and tongue……”

Frederic, who had been breathing in low pants, pushed himself upright.

“Giving off a sweetness that blinds my eyes and nose and tongue……”

He wrapped his hand around his c*ck and aimed the swollen head just below the center of her.

Shlck.

“Hnnaaahh!”

“……Ah!”

The sound of parting, the sound of soft flesh splitting open on either side, the sound of something forcing its way through a narrow gap, a woman’s thin cry and a man’s heavy groan……

Thwck, thwck!

“Fre, derick! Mm! Too, big! It hurts! Hnng! Huk!”

The vivid sensation of something entering untouched depths crashed in like a wave.

It was the pain of raw flesh tearing.

“Did I not warn you beforehand. That I couldn’t promise it wouldn’t hurt, and couldn’t promise I wouldn’t make you cry.”

His mind understood this would hurt her. But below the waist, his hips were moving entirely beyond his control.

“Slow, eek! Too fast! Hnah!”

“Going slowly into you, ah, is also, something you shouldn’t, expect, Margie.”

“Mmnn!”

“When you’re pulling me in this hot and tight like this.”

“Hahk!”

“How am I supposed to, go slowly, mm?”

“If you thrust that, that hard, mm! I’m going to tear apart! Something’s wrong, ahng!”

Rapture and terror hit at the same time and her throat locked up.

“Nothing’s wrong. Hah. It’s good.”

The slow, measured sound of friction gave way to sharp, brief, threatening sounds.

Margie’s hips kept bucking upward. Her slender body, which had never done a day of physical labor, was being driven hard by the force of him.

More than anything, what threw Margie into confusion was a sensation and emotion she had never felt before in her life. Beyond the strange pain and pressure, a joy so excessive it almost felt sinful flooded every part of her.

She couldn’t tell if this was pain or pleasure. Not just her core, pierced through, but a soaring feeling climbing her entire body until it buzzed all the way into her head.

“Please, stop! I’m, too much! There, keep, hah! I don’t want……!”

Everything Frederic was doing to her hurt. The dull ache rising from below, the force driving into her, all of it was overwhelming. She pushed at his shoulders and struggled to get free, and yet……

“Mm…… ha……! It’s good, Frederic! Yes!”

She was the one pressing deeper into his chest, wanting him to take her further.

It’s not wrong, it really is good…… So good I could do this all night.

“Ah……!”

The womb clenching around Frederic’s c*ck blazed with heat, and the wave of his release crashed over him at the same time.

“Frederic……!”

“Margie!”

The long coupling ended in climax.

Crying each other’s names in the dark, they reached the peak together, and before either could say who moved first, both of them were reaching for the other’s mouth.

“So, mm, good, Frederic. Hnn……”

“I, hah, was more than I could bear as well. Enough that I’m rather proud of myself for lasting as long as I did.”

“But…… why is it again……”

“This…… moves independently of my will.”

Neither of them stopped Frederic from pressing into her again.

Because the desire and the feeling between them, at least, were no performance.

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‘Don’t do that with family.’

A joke the friends who had married first sometimes tossed out.

Married men laughed along with it, and unmarried ones assumed it was a future that would come for them too. But……

“Frederic. I don’t think I can anymore. So please, stop……”

“It’s been less than 24 hours since we arrived. We’ve barely had half a day of good time together without anyone else around, and already my wife is telling me to stop…… Ah, how hurtful.”

Isn’t this exactly why people become family?

“Now that I look, Margie, you’re swollen here.”

“Ah……”

The soft flesh, abraded all night without mercy, had gone red and puffy. Frederic looked at it with something like sympathy. With the shamelessness of someone who had nothing to do with putting her in that state.

“I’ll soothe it for you.”

“Hnn, mm, Frederic…… Ahh…… That’s…… nice……”

“Something I’ve always noticed.”

“Mmm.”

“My wife enjoys this just as much as the other.”

“Th, hnn……!”

“Mm, ah. Margie, already this, so quickly……”

Frederic made no effort to hide his pleased expression at the entrance clenching eagerly beneath him. His wife’s body had learned on its own to welcome her husband without needing time or coaxing.

“But, I, hahk, my legs and back won’t hold. Hnng……”

Still craving her husband and still a little afraid of him, she let herself be helpless.

“You’ll need some energy for the afternoon’s plans.”

“Plans? We had plans? Why didn’t you tell me in advance……”

“We have shopping to finish from yesterday.”

“Shopping……!”

What had sounded like a dying voice came back to life.

“I’ve sent word ahead to some boutique owners I know. We’ll have to drive for quite a while to reach the city, but……”

“Wonderful! You’re the best, Frederic!”

Margie, facing him, pressed kiss after kiss to his lips.

“Ha.”

She’s going to be the death of me.

Frederic caught her jaw firmly and turned her body the other way.

“Oh! Frederic……!”

They ended up facing the same direction.

“I can’t. I really can’t, Frederic……”

Lying on her side with her back to her husband, Margie felt a distinct pressure between her hips.

“No more…… hnn……!”

“Saying you can’t while being this wet has no persuasive power, Margie.”

His palm, which had traced across her flat stomach and sparse curls, now curved roughly around her br*ast. She was so slight that both full br*asts fit easily in one large hand.

“Fre……, ahng!”

“Shh. Making these sounds first thing in the morning won’t do. The servants will just be waking up.”

Frederic’s low voice was more obscene than it had ever been.