A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 268: Whispers of Desire ( 268 )

Chapter 268: Whispers of Desire ( 268 )

Haruki chuckled softly and smiled, his lips brushing hers in a gentle kiss.

"Let’s sleep," he whispered.

"Really?" Kyouko tilted her head, her voice teasing as she looked into his eyes.

"Yeah."

"Why?" she asked again, pouting just slightly, the corners of her mouth lifting with a cheeky smile.

"Mmm... besides, I’m drunk right now," he murmured, eyes already half-lidded.

Kyouko stared at him for a moment, then slowly turned her back to him.

With a quiet grin of her own, she pressed herself closer, letting her soft curves nestle against him. Her hips shifted, rubbing deliberately, slowly.

Just enough to make him aware. Just enough to tease.

Haruki exhaled a slow breath, then smiled behind her.

"Mou~ why?" she whispered playfully, knowing he felt it.

Haruki wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her gently in.

"Let me just hold you tonight," he murmured at her ear, his voice low and warm. "And save all of that... for our honeymoon."

Kyouko’s smile softened.

She turned around slowly, nestling closer until her face was just inches from his.

Haruki had already fallen asleep.

His breath slow, deep, his features calm from the alcohol and the long day.

She gazed at him in silence, her fingers gently brushing a lock of his hair aside.

Soon, We’ll be husband and wife... officially.

Her eyes lingered on his sleeping face.

I’m sorry if I ever seemed unsure. If I felt insecure before.

It’s not you.

It’s just... after all those years being neglected... after being invisible to the man I gave my life to...

That fear doesn’t go away easily.

Her fingers lightly touched his cheek.

I know you’re not like him, Haruki.

I know how much you care, how much you treasure me.

But the scars are still there.

I don’t ever want to feel that emptiness again... not ever.

She closed her eyes, pressing her forehead gently to his shoulder.

So please... don’t ever look away.

Don’t ever let me go.

I’ll do anything for you...

If you want me to please you with my mouth, I will.

If you want me anytime, anywhere, as long as it’s just the two of us, I won’t say no.

I already let you have me in every way... even from behind.

I cook for you, whenever you’re hungry.

I stay near you, because I want to. Because I need to.

You want to bathe together? I won’t turn away.

Because you’re mine now... and I’m yours.

She closed her eyes tighter, breathing slow.

Just... don’t leave me.

Don’t ever make me feel unwanted again.

Don’t make me wonder if I’m still beautiful... still needed.

I don’t care if I sound desperate. I already gave everything to you.

So please... just love me.

She pressed her face into his chest, her sobs muffled, quiet.

Haruki stirred, his body tensing as he woke. Then his eyes widened in panic.

"Kyouko? Are you hurt? Did something bite you?"

He quickly sat up, concern in his voice, his hands moving to check her body. With hurried fingers, he pulled open her yukata slightly, trying to see if there was a mark or rash, anything.

Only to be met with a different sight.

Tears were still lingering in her eyes... but she smiled softly, her full firm breast exposed, her smooth skin glowing faintly in the low light. Her delicate pink nipples rose gently with her breath.

"Pervert," Kyouko whispered with a teasing tone, voice husky from emotion.

But Haruki didn’t grin. He swallowed hard and whispered back hoarsely, "No... I’m serious. Are you okay?"

She shook her head slowly, still smiling.

"No... I’m not hurt."

She opened her arms slowly.

"Do you still want this body, Haruki?"

Then, before he could answer, she gently pulled his head down... guiding him to her chest.

His cheek pressed against the warmth of her breast. Her fingers tangled in his hair.

Kyouko whispered above him, trembling.

"Even if it’s getting older. Even if I’m not perfect every day. Even if someday I wrinkle, or I change..."

"Will you still want me?"

Haruki tightened his arms around her without hesitation, his lips brushing her skin.

"I’ll always want you."

Haruki lowered his face, nuzzling between her breasts, breathing in that familiar, delicate scent that always made his mind melt.

Kyouko giggled softly, her chest rising with each breath as she looked down at him through lidded eyes.

"Haruki..."

But his hands had already begun their silent work, fingertips gliding along her sides, slipping beneath the layers of her yukata. The way he moved was deliberate, unhurried.

Kyouko smiled, her voice hushed.

"You said... you were going to hold it until the honeymoon."

Haruki didn’t answer with words. He just leaned closer and began kissing the tender skin of her neck, then her shoulder, soft, slow, dangerous. The way he knew made her knees weak every time. Her weak spot.

Kyouko bit her lip, trying to muffle the moan rising from her throat. But the heat building between her thighs gave her away. She was too aroused.

Haruki pulled back slightly, just enough to catch the flicker in her eyes, the blush of her cheeks, the tremble of her breath, and gave her a sly, wicked grin.

Then he lay back down beside her.

"Haruki...?"

He stared into her eyes, smirk still on his lips.

"Let’s sleep," he said.

Kyouko narrowed her eyes, lips slightly parted in disbelief.

"Mou~ Haruki!" she hissed again, her voice a whisper laced with urgency.

"What?" he murmured lazily, eyes half-lidded, smiling like a fox.

"Continue what you were doing~"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about~" he replied, closing his eyes with a smug grin.

Kyouko bit her lower lip, glaring softly at him.

"Haruki..." she whispered again, voice husky and low.

No response. Just that sly grin as he lay there with eyes closed, pretending sleep.

Kyouko let out a breath, half gasp, half frustration.

Inside her mind:

How can he do this to me?

My whole body’s on fire... and he just, stopped?

You kissed my neck like that... breathed against my skin... made my whole body tremble... and now you want to sleep?

She looked at him again.

His face calm. Relaxed. Smug.

Kyouko clenched softly beneath the sheets, her body still reacting, still pulsing.

She shifted, rubbing her thighs together subtly beneath the blanket. Her pussy was still throbbing hard, wetness clinging between her folds, and every movement made her more aware of how empty she felt inside.

She turned her back to him, letting her yukata slide down a little further off her shoulder, just enough to show the curve of her back and a hint of cleavage, knowing he loved that view.

She whispered, breathy and trembling.

"Mou~ Haruki... you evil man... you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

Haruki didn’t move.

But the smile on his lips widened.

Kyouko bit her lower lip.

He knows.

He knows what he’s doing.

And still... he wants me to suffer like this.

( End Of Chapter )