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Had he not also never once thought of Rose as his real wife? He hadn't so much as touched a hair on her head.
He even had divorce papers tucked away in his desk drawer.
So, it was only natural for Rose to think the same.
But why...
“We held a ceremony before the Archbishop and even signed the vows.”
No matter how slowly he spoke to keep from getting angry, it was useless.
The anger had reached a level that was difficult to ignore. It wasn't entirely directed at Rose. A large part of it was anger toward himself for looking so pathetic.
“What more do I have to do here to make us a real couple?”
But he could not tolerate this woman not considering them a couple.
How dare she.
He felt as if he could do anything if it meant making her unable to think such things.
Ray silently used his long fingers to lift her chin and pull her toward him.
As the deep red lips—which he had once swallowed sweetly—caught his eye, his lower body grew tight again.
Crazy bastard.
He swallowed the curse, but he could not swallow his desire.
Because it had been deferred, it had only grown stronger. It was a momentum that had become just as fierce as the amount he had forcibly suppressed.
Looking into the woman's trembling eyes, he recalled the documents kept carefully in his desk once more.
He could easily predict that making this choice now would make the smooth divorce he had planned a bit more complicated. Sleeping together was not a wise choice.
However, the emotion—whether it was desire or anger—was stronger than that calculation. It was an intensity he was feeling for the first time in his life. Something that made him forget everything, that rendered everything useless.
The things he had planned when she wasn't before his eyes became meaningless the moment he saw her face. Rose always stimulated him excessively.
Finally, Ray reached a new conclusion.
“I’ll make it so you have no choice but to say it.”
Whatever he was feeling, he just had to see it through to the end.
So that she could never deny their relationship.
“Don’t ever say something like that again.”
Whispering the words, Ray pressed his lips down onto the woman's.
Just the touch of their lips allowed a sweet and humiliating pleasure to consume him. It was a sense of fulfillment that made his previous hesitation feel pathetic.
As he pushed his tongue into her tender mouth and stirred inside as if tormenting her, a faint moan escaped.
At that tiny moan and the touch of her hand brushing against his chest, Ray momentarily lost his reason and climbed on top of her.
Long golden hair spread across the sheets, and the loud sounds from the bed scratched sharply at his ears.
None of this made sense.
This was madness.
Even as he thought so, his body remained faithful to the desire crashing over him like a tidal wave.
As their tongues tangled haphazardly, the woman pinned beneath him gasped for air. Even that was a stimulant.
With a rough touch, Ray grabbed her wrists and placed them around his neck before beginning to kiss her again.
“Ah, wait, just a moment...”
As Ray's lips descended to her neck and began to linger, Rose whispered in a voice that was barely audible.
“A little... slower.”
Perhaps because she was out of breath, her green eyes sparkled.
He muttered a low curse.
He wasn't even naked, and yet his lower body was hardening to the point of pain at the slightest bit of moisture; was it even sane to be in heat over something like this?
However, his skepticism was utterly powerless before the woman lying defenseless beneath him.
When Rose showed no sign of rejecting the situation, his desire raged even more ferociously.
As he gripped her breasts through the thin pajamas, the hands wrapped around his neck tightened.
“Ah!”
Every time he kneaded the breasts that overflowed in his hand, the woman let out a sound like a musical instrument. As if addicted to the pleasant sound, he continued to torment her.
Feeling that one hand was infinitely insufficient, he lowered his lips to swallow the peak, causing the woman to arch her back.
The sensation of that flesh, the moans coming from a voice that was always quiet, completely shook his head and his reason.
He simply wanted to drive himself into her like a beast.
Gathering the last remnants of his sanity, he barely remembered the one thing Rose had requested: to go slowly.
Breathing heavily, Ray looked down at the woman who was completely disheveled beneath him.
She was red and drenched in moisture.
His marks remained on the lips that had mingled with his tongue, and on the breasts he had gripped tightly. That sight gave him a satisfaction and an uncontrollable pleasure he had never experienced before.
Seeing the thin fabric he had bitten and sucked become soaked, blatantly revealing the red peaks of her breasts, Ray lunged at Rose again like a madman and began to kiss her.
His lips descended endlessly—on the eyes that drove him crazy, the beautifully lined bridge of her nose, the soft lips, the luscious neck, and the reddened breasts.
Teasing the woman to his heart's content, he lifted her pajamas to reveal underwear that was already thoroughly soaked. The messy and dirty sight was, absurdly, to his liking. Fortunately, it seemed he wasn't the only one who had gone mad.
As he looked down at her and let out a smirk, Rose closed her eyes tightly.
When he pushed aside her underwear and touched her below, she was already drenched.
At the same time Rose let out a moan, he cursed again. Seeing it with his eyes and feeling the moisture clearly on his fingers were completely different sensations.
The soaked, slippery inner flesh was erotic.
The fact that so much fluid came from a woman who didn't shed a single tear made him feel like a lunatic. He wanted to make her cry on this bed forever.
He tormented the woman with his fingertips with obsessive persistence.
“Ah, Ray...!”
At the sound of his name bursting from the woman's lips like a moan, his fingers, which had been rolling the peak drenched in arousal, stopped.
It was the first time. The first time Rose had called his name.
“That’s too...”
Whether by the sound of her panting voice or the sight of her eyes clouded with heat, it didn't seem like she had called him in her right mind. Her gaze was such that he wondered if she even knew what she was saying.
“Call me again.”
He bit Rose's ear and exhaled a rough breath.
“Ha, what, hng. What.”
As he toyed with her breasts, the woman let out mindless moans.
“Ah, please. That’s too strange, ah!”
“If you call me again, I’ll stop.”
Even as he thought he was pathetic for making her do such a thing, he couldn't stop.
It was because his name, spoken in Rose's voice, was far too seductive. While rolling her nipple with his tongue, he continued to enjoy the woman's wet inner flesh with one hand.
“My name.”
“Ray, Ray. Please, just...”
Once he gave her a hint, she called his name repeatedly as if it were a lifeline. It was more pleasant and stimulating than any other sound.
It was excessively satisfying, and excessively exciting.
In the end, his word that he would stop if she called his name became a lie. It was an impossible promise from the start.
Ray spread Rose's slender thighs and rolled her erect clitoris with his finger.
The woman trembled violently for a moment and then went limp with a short moan. The sight of her after the climax had passed was damnably beautiful.
It was a scene he had created, a sight that only he could see.
“Try saying it’s not real again.”
Ray, his fingers covered in the arousal that had even soaked the sheets, mockingly smeared it onto the woman's breasts. He wanted her to see it clearly.
As the wet fingertips brushed her nipples, Rose flinched again.
“Tell me we aren't in that kind of relationship after doing something like this.”
He could read the thoughts of the woman staring at him with reddened eyes.
She seemed to be calling him a lunatic. Perhaps she was calling him a bastard.
Since that fact excited him, he had no room to complain even if he heard curses.
“Don’t hide anything from me now.”
“...I told you I wasn't hiding anything.”
Even in her faint voice, she sounded full of grievance.
“Even the useless things. There must be nothing I don't know.”
Ray took out his member, which had grown too large to ignore, and brought it to Rose's hand.
Shock appeared in the woman's eyes as she confirmed a size that her hand couldn't even fully grasp.
Ignoring her gaze, Ray overlapped his hand over hers and began to move it as he pleased.
Looking down at the woman stripped bare beneath him, awkwardly gripping and shaking his organ, Ray let out a long, heated breath.
Even this small amount of contact provided immense pleasure.
The white, slender fingers that used to fly like butterflies over piano keys were now gripping him fully. He swallowed a curse at the surge of excitement rising again.
“Right now, you... are too strange.”
“What is.”
“You aren't this kind of person.”
He felt he vaguely understood what she meant.
Honestly, at this moment, he was no different from a beast.
He didn't lack a sense of self-loathing, but for this moment, he didn't want to care. He was simply possessing the woman who belonged to him.
“And what about you?”
Ray leaned in and whispered.
“You weren't a woman who cried easily.”
For a moment, the woman tightened her grip. Simultaneously, a thick fluid spurted from his member, thoroughly soaking Rose's lower abdomen.
“Now it’s fair.”
Exhaling a low breath, Ray rubbed his traces all over Rose's lower body, and she began to moan again.
It was a relief he had ejaculated once. If he hadn't, he might have driven himself into her without thinking.
Ray kissed the nape of her neck and began to stir the woman's depths with his fingers once more.
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