Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts Chapter 89

“I couldn’t hear any noise at all.”

“Then…”

“You’ll be able to tolerate it, since you’re my wife, right?”

“Huh…!”

His waist stopped, before starting to move yet again. He seemed to be moving rather slowly, but it was different this time around. As soon as the carriage moved, his length would nudge deep into those unexpected places.

Her covered hand had gotten even tighter than before. Nevertheless, whenever he had penetrated deep inside of her, a groan broke out in between her fingers.

“Ha… why do you have to be so sweet?”

Raven’s hand soon grasped her entirely exposed bosom. Her soft bust began to contort under his tight grip.

“You always make my self-control useless at every single time.”

He lay Molitia’s back on the seat that was opposite of him. When her skirt had flipped over to her upper body, which revealed her elevated milky white bottom at the same time, he immediately wrenched his waist out.

“Yeah, blah…!”

Her stifled moans soon rang in the carriage. She had acted so hard not to make any noises, which was both quite delightful but rather vexing.

“Molitia, are you that happy?”

He spread her bottom, which was as white as the moon, before ramming in her even deeper. Her warm and narrow insides had filled his desires at once before making it scarce yet again.

It was just like a spring of water that wasn’t enough for drinking. Once he got tamed by the sweetness of it, all he could ever have left to do was to take her constantly.

“What will happen if the coachman, or even those who just passed by were to hear your heated moans?”

Of course, it was in fact Raven who wouldn’t leave those who had listened in alone anyway, but he left some of that truth out.

“Look at this. You’re clenching up again.”

He thought that he was going absolutely crazy. Raven murmured in her ears with his low voice. Her pale yet silvery hair shimmered and teetered at every movement of his waist.

“I’ll never forget your taste. It’s my—the husband’s—duty, after all.”

“Yeah, no……”

Molitia leaked out a feeble response before she had to bite her lips tightly, when her core was soon completely filled up by him.

Her senses were at their peak as she was concerned about everything she was doing. Despite being aware that they shouldn’t be doing this kind of act at present, the taste of immorality was unbearably sweet.

“Ugh, Molitia…”

Due to the narrow space, his movements were substantially restricted—much more than usual. Even his own breath and body fragrance had been transferred to her.

Her shoulders were completely smothered with his hot breath. While he was hugging her waist tightly, his member was rubbing vigorously against her inner walls.

“Ahhh!”

Right at her peak, Molitia unwittingly released her hand from everything. His semen, which had filled her insides, trickled down to the bottom of the carriage.

Raven eventually realized it a second later that he hadn’t taken the medicine at all.

But then, what’s done is done. He immediately took a handkerchief out from his pocket while reflecting a little on his tenacity from before.

“Ha…”

Molitia slightly trembled at the touch of the soft cloth, which he slid along her folds.

”You shouldn’t react like that. It’ll make me want to shove it right back in you.”

Raven whispered softly in her ear as he neatened her skirt. A slightly crumpled skirt like before, had already covered her thigh, which was stamped with red handprints.

He dressed her half-removed top before meticulously covered it up with an overcoat. It was an instinctive response of his as he had already learned how susceptible his—now sweaty—wife was to the cold.

It didn’t take much time for her, who was almost nude, to return to her original state. She was breathing languidly while being wrapped up in  that thick clothings—all warmed up.

Molitia seemed to be drooping as she leaned against his shoulder. Her whole body was so drowsy that she couldn’t muster any strength at all. She just felt like lying down with ease, but those uncomfortable clothes were stopping her from doing so.

“Are you having a hard time?”

“No, I’m fine……”