Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 115: [] While remaining within you

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Their lips met urgently.

Pushed, pushed, and pushed again by him, my back hit the door, and there was a clicking sound behind me.

The slightly open door had closed completely.

I tried to turn around, startled, but my head was pulled back and my lips were captured again.

A large hand that had been rubbing my back traveled up my spine to my nape and carelessly fiddled with my nape.

His hand, unable to find the button, quickly tore the thin fabric at the back of my neck.

Unlike his hand, which seemed to pause occasionally, as if regaining his senses, his lips moved ceaselessly.

"Roan, no..."

"Yes."

"The bed, let's go to the bed..."

"...It's dark."

The bed, draped with a canopy, was in shadow.

"I want to see you, all of you."

A thick, lustful voice dripped from the gap between our parted lips. I pushed him away and ran towards the bed.

His eyes, which had momentarily lost their prey, shone like those of a wild beast.

I covered my body, which was exposed by my ruined clothes, with the blanket.

"You, you take it off first."

He had already revealed his perfectly sculpted upper body, but I was too embarrassed to say anything.

Roardness walked slowly towards the canopy and knelt at the edge of the bed. He smiled faintly and ran his wet lips over his thumb.

"...As you command."

I swallowed hard. Roardness, who was shrouded in darkness, unfastened his belt without hesitation.

The clicking sound was unbearably stimulating.

When I saw him wearing only his underwear, my face flushed.

The size of his manhood, which was incomparably larger than what I had felt through his pants, drew my eyes. I closed my eyes tightly.

"No, no, just come here..."

I said, hugging the blanket tightly.

"...As you wish."

The rustling of the white bedding tickled my ears. His hand reached for the blanket I was hugging.

"It's in the way."

I opened my eyes as soon as the blanket was snatched away, and his lips captured mine again.

As I fumbled for the dress that was now torn at the back, his large hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it towards him.

My body flinched at the clear sensation, and I tried to pull my hand away, but his breath grew rougher.

"Don't avoid me..."

The thin cloth, swollen to an enormous size, was pressed clearly against my palm.

When I flinched again, Roardness added with wet lips,

"It's yours now."

His kisses were devouring, but his touch was gentle and careful.

As I leaned back against the bed, his breath moved from my lips to my nape.

My hand naturally went to his shiny hair.

As his lips rubbed and caressed my tender skin, I ran my fingers through his hair in response.

The hot, wet sensation that wandered around my mouth wrapped around my entire body and shook me.

My head spun, and I felt sensations I had never experienced before.

I reached out to him, as if begging for help, and Roardness immediately responded by capturing my lips.

He muttered something low and incessantly, biting, sucking, and swallowing my lips.

Note:

This translation aims to capture the intensity, sensuality, and vulnerability of the original Korean text. It maintains the vivid imagery and emotional depth of the scene, while also considering the nuances of language and cultural context.

I hugged the broad back that had completely enveloped me, as if it were the entire world, and dug my nails into it.

"...I don't know how I ever thought I could live a life of chastity."

A terribly low voice slithered into my ears, where reason had already flown away.

"Roan, Roan, I..."

"I want to die like this... inside you."

Roardness's lips met mine again, and his large hand tightened around the back of my head, entangling me and exploring me like a ruthless conqueror.

Every time he moved, the sensation of his back writhing under my arms tickled my heart.

His movements, which were incredibly gentle when he mixed his hot breath with mine, became brutally rough when he carefully licked the corner of my mouth and spoke softly.

Every time I let out a scream-like breath, Roardness's lips immediately closed over my mouth, swallowing my voice.

His voice, growling like an angry beast, scratched all over his throat and invaded my ears, rummaging around wildly.

Time flowed like a river.

The dark sunset that had illuminated us was nowhere to be seen, and the night sky covered us like a blanket.

I breathed out hot air, and my vision blurred into an unknown color for what felt like the umpteenth time.

My mind became a blank white canvas, and tears streamed down my cheeks.

Every nerve in my body was burning.

I felt like I had exploded like a giant firework in the midst of exploding sensations.

Tears, whether of joy or pleasure, rolled down my cheek again.

Roardness, who was still tensing his back muscles, moved his lips to my tears with a deep sigh.

I could feel his hot, moist flesh licking away the tears as I lost consciousness like a puppet with broken strings.

Was it a dream or reality?

I felt a huge body that had been pressing down on me completely envelop me, and it seemed like he was whispering something endlessly.

"...Adrienne."

His rough, hoarse voice was as low as mine.

"...Rien."

I love you.

You are my breath, you are my heart.

I will never let you go. I will hold you tightly and no one will be able to take you away from me.

It felt like a dream, but that's what I thought he was saying.

****

At that moment, in the Crown Princess's palace.

Duke Castanya looked at Doris, who was sipping wine during the mourning period, with a disgusted expression.

He felt a shiver down his spine when he saw his daughter, who had already thrown off her mourning clothes and was wearing a white dress.

"...Absolutely not with the Second Prince."

"I don't want anyone but Roardness."

"If you're talking about looks, the Ninth Prince is no less. Even if the succession order is higher, if the Emperor places more weight on Prince Epero, who is the son of the current Empress, no one will be able to object. Especially, the forces of the Crown Prince faction won't easily let go of Roardness. He's not the kind of person who will bow down to people like Bardenaldo!"

Duke Castanya's voice was quite firm.

"Don't even think about it, Doris. You're at least getting sympathy because you had a good image with the late Crown Prince. Since you don't have any children with him, you can remarry."

"Are you saying I should give up the position of Crown Princess?"

"No, what are you talking about?"

Duke Castanya, who had been scanning her with displeased eyes, soon broke into a wicked smile.

"Don't you have a younger sister?"

Doris's hand, which had been fixing her tangled hair after finishing her drink, stiffened.

"...What did you say?"

"No matter how much sympathy you get, whether the Second Prince becomes Crown Prince or is exiled to the border, would he want the wife of his half-brother?"

"So you're saying you're going to give Raphaella, who is only 12 years old, to Roardness?!"

"No. To Epero."

"Father!"

Duke Castanya got up as if he didn't want to say anything more. Doris got up, her eyes wide.

"You can't have Epero now. Not unless you change the law. You can either remarry a wealthy royal or a foreign prince. I'll use all my power to make sure of that."

Without waiting for Doris's reply, he left the reception room.

Left alone, Doris clenched her fist, overwhelmed by betrayal.

When Noura cautiously slipped through the open door, Doris's bloodshot eyes turned to her.

"Call Count Railon immediately, now!"

Alarmed by Doris's unusual demeanor, Noura quickly closed the door and disappeared.

"Who says I'm giving Raphaella to the Empress's position?"

Doris began to gnaw at the hangnail on her index finger.

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It felt like she had been tossing and turning in her sleep.

The freshly changed bed sheets felt damp compared to the fluffy blanket she had thrown over herself later. The relentless torment that had continued until the break of dawn had left her body drenched.

Every time she tried to escape the strong arms that bound her, an overwhelming sensation enveloped her entire body.

The hot breath that settled on her tired body was unbearable.

Roardness had tormented her until she was too exhausted to even think of escaping his embrace, and then he had put on the mask of a gentle lamb and held her.

Their bodies pressed together so intimately that it felt like his hot temperature was transferring to her.

However, her body was rather cold, so until just before dawn, she could only burrow deeper into his embrace.

As she lifted her heavy eyelids, she saw a familiar bedroom scene through his broad shoulders.

The dark green-covered walls, the enormous window she couldn't even walk up to on her own, and a few antique pieces of furniture. It was her bedroom, Adrienne Trovika's bedroom.

"...Adrienne."

Her heart ached as a memory from the past briefly surfaced.

The sound of the bed sheets rustling and his breath falling on her ear gave her a strange sense of comfort.

Everything was the same, yet everything was different.

This was the quiet space where she had shared breaths with Noevian Trovika, a space filled only with waiting. In this space where she had died and dragged Noevian to hell. She was with Roardness...

"Adrienne..."

Her stray thoughts disappeared instantly.

A low voice tickled her nape. She flinched, and his lips followed.

When she tried to turn away, his lips moved down to her shoulder blade.

"Ah."

"I love you."

"Roan, it's almost morning..."

"I know."

He pulled her into a tight embrace from behind. Feeling his incredibly healthy body pressed against her, she shivered slightly and replied.

"If we do this now... I might actually die."

"...Alright."

He seemed disappointed as he nibbled on her earlobe.

I flinched and he grasped my chin with a large hand, turning my face towards him.

His kiss, which was completely different from the ferocity of last night, was as sweet as honey.

Just then.

Knock, knock.

"Ma'am, there's an urgent message."

Yona, who had no idea that Roardness was there, opened the door and widened her eyes.

"I, I..."

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"Leave it."

Roardness's cold voice rang out, and Yona quickly placed a letter on the bed and left in a hurry.

I reached out and took the letter.

"It said that someone was searching for me, for Bliere.

From Elacon.

And the name inside the letter made me freeze.

Roardness, who was still holding me from behind, rested his chin on my shoulder to read the letter.

"...Olivia Lucia?"

Roardness's deep voice softly brushed against my ear.

"Do you know her?"

"Yes."

The blood that had been burning hot in my body all night suddenly turned cold.

Olivia Lucia.

That was the name of my nanny.

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