The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 301
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Back when she was in college.
There was an interesting friend among the classmates who took the same lecture.
That friend used to talk about her one-night stands as though they were something very cool and sophisticated.
Nina, whoād never been in a proper relationship, would prick up her ears whenever that friend shared her experiences.
Because they were provocative stories.
Honestly, she couldnāt understand that friendās behavior.
Setting aside personal values and ethical perspectives, how could someone trust anything about the other person enough to recklessly spend the night together?
Now that she knew what it meant to share affection with someone, Nina understood it even less.
A tender voice, overflowing with deep emotion.
A hand stroking her back as if he couldnāt bear how lovely she was.
The longer the time they spent touching each other and becoming one, the more it felt as though they were being consumed by each otherās feelings.
How could anyone share a moment like this with just āanyoneā?
Now that she had realized it was an act of laying even oneās innermost heart bare before the other.
At the very least, she didnāt think she could ever take this act lightly the way that friend had.
The workings of hormones, her husbandās feelings for her, and her own desire to picture a future with him.
After that impulsive choice made with all of those things mixed together, how many days had passed?
Early morningā
In the clear light made vivid by the sunlight pouring in through the window, Nina hurriedly pressed a gentle hand to his shoulder as he came down over her lips.
āHoney, w-waitā¦ā
There was only so much she could do breathing through her nose.
With the soft flesh twining inside her mouth and his hot, damp breaths mingling with hers, breathing wasnāt easy.
When Nina turned her head to catch her breath, Ash rubbed his forehead against her narrow shoulder and whispered pleadingly,
āHaa, Wife, one moreā¦ canāt we do it just one more timeā¦ā
Nina whispered to him as though coaxing the man who so desperately wanted her.
āā¦Letās wash up first.ā
They still hadnāt properly washed up yet.
Because while she was washing her face and brushing her teeth, he had come up to her, scooped her right up, and headed straight back to the bedroom.
On the one hand, she was relieved they hadnāt done the deed in the bathroom, but on the other, she couldnāt help wondering if this was really alright.
Tangling together like beasts, morning and night alike.
āIs this why they say a late-blooming passion is frightening?ā
The sense of crisis that at this rate she might collapse from overwork soon lasted only a moment.
āThen Iāll wash you myself.ā
Ash lifted her right up into his arms.
āI-I can wash by myself, you know?ā
Embarrassment aside, the moment they stepped into the bathroom, it felt like heād strip her bare and devour her whole.
Nina protested, patting at his solid shoulders, but it was no use.
āIām sorry. I know youāre tired, but I just canāt hold backā¦ā
The moment he entered the bathroom, he drove into her as if in a rush, scattering whatever reason he had left.
Nina wrapped her arms around his back and let out a high-pitched moan.
Breaths so fervent they could make even the frigid winter air feel hot spilled out without pause.
He had shown some restraint on the first day, in his own way.
But now that several days had passed, Ash was running wild like an unbridled colt.
If she really wanted to push him away, she could.
āBut somehow, I donāt want to.ā
She could feel that he was clinging to her desperately.
Nina willingly accepted him as he pressed his lips against hers with desperate hunger and drove through her.
Had there ever been anyone who desired her this much?
Unlike the filthy greed of the vermin drawn to her background, the way this man looked at herā¦
It shone as though he were gazing at the most precious jewel in the world.
She couldnāt say there hadnāt been a fleeting impulse and curiosity in this choice, but perhaps it was because his sincerity toward her was so clear.
She didnāt regret it.
Enough that she was willing even to be dyed through with the same feelings as him.
But even so, this was too exhausting.
As if it wasnāt enough that they had already done it once in the bathroom under the pretense of washing, it continued in the bedroom too.
āHoney, please, nnngh, stopā¦ā
āWife, just a little more, haaā¦ā
When Nina pushed at him with a weary face, Ash bit lightly at her round shoulder and pleaded.
His gaze was burning hot, fixed on her like a puppy, no, like a hunting hound.
How could she refuse that?
In the end, Nina gave in as if admitting defeat and wrapped her arms around his back in return.
Erica
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