Chapter 83

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 83. Our Duty (3)

Now they were face to face, and Annette reflexively embraced him as he lifted her on top of his body, thrusting himself back into her opening. Annette quivered. In this position, it felt as if he went even deeper, as if she were being impaled upon a huge stake.

“Ah…it’s so hard…!”

“What’s wrong? It shouldn’t hurt. I got you wet enough to make you open,” he said. “Wet enough to make sure you never think of another man again…”

The possessive words sent a shiver down her spine.

Then her body began to jolt up and down wildly, as if his shaft would split her body. Sitting upright, it rubbed deep inside her, an overwhelming sensation that made her cling to his shoulders, sobbing. She didn’t even have the strength to scream. It felt as if he would pound her to jelly inside.

But clinging to him only fueled his desire. Raphael caught her waist and pulled her down lustfully, as if he wanted to thrust even his throbbing balls inside her.

“You were covered in another man’s scent, huh?” His big hands caught her face, turning it up. “You haven’t shown this eager face to anyone else, have you?”

Annette’s face was flushed as she looked up at him, panting. The light clearly showed the desire in her face, but she couldn’t hide it. The sight of that face with her wet eyes was so exciting, Raphael thought he could come just by looking at her.

“Does it feel good? You’re moving your waist.”

His hand reached over her belly to rub her cl!toris, and she couldn’t stand the intense pl3asure that rolled through her body. But there was no escape when she was pinned on top of him.

Mercilessly, he continued thrusting into her, fanning the fire inside her even hotter. The smacks as their skins collided echoed through the room, and Annette’s eyes rolled back at every low-level

“Your insides are squeezing my c0ck,” he moaned. “So good, Annette…”

“Your br3asts taste so good.” Raphael licked wet lips. She hated those lips, that only spoke crude words. Annette lowered her head tearfully and kissed him, sealing his lips closed. The moment her lips touched his, she felt him swell even bigger inside her.

He squeezed her @ss so hard, he left the marks of his hands on her skin, thrusting into her harder, faster, and Annette came so hard, it felt as if her whole body was floating.

“Ahh!” She moaned, tears filling her eyes, and Raphael drank them down between his lips as her tight inner walls squeezed him.

I want to be with her forever…

Raphael kissed her forehead, the corners of her eyes, her cheeks.His eyes glittered with passion, nearly obsession. He still disliked the subtle scent of another man, lingering behind her shoulders.

But Annette was a virtuous woman, who wasn’t about to spread her legs for another man. Raphael trusted her more than she thought he did. But it disgusted him to know another male was close enough to cover her in his scent.

He didn’t believe her lie about trying new perfumes. But it didn’t really matter. He would cover that perfume, or whatever it was, with himself. He would come inside her until she knew she belonged to him.

He didn’t know where this intense possessiveness was coming from. It made him angry every time she tried to push him away with those beautiful hands. As she said, he had wanted a formal marriage where they did nothing more but fulfill their obligations.

So why did his heart fall the moment she said that?

Raphael laid her on the bed and settled himself between her still-trembling white legs.

The night had just begun.