My Bratty Wife
Chapter 170 - Hundred And Seventy

Chapter 170: Chapter Hundred And Seventy

Ryan’s hands flew to her hair, entwining his fingers in its curly strands as she freed him from his breeches. He gasped, feeling her breath hot on him before she took him fully into her warm, wet mouth.

Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing him mercilessly. "Cass... oh God..." he groaned, his grip tightening in her hair. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze through half-lidded eyes.

He could feel her smile against him as she took more of him, her pace quickening. Ryan cursed under his breath, his body responding instantly to every sensation.

His hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her up to face him. Their mouths clashed together in a fierce kiss, tongues battling for dominance. What is going through her mind?

He picked her up effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist, their kisses growing more feverish.

Ryan carried Suzy to the bed, laying her back on the cool sheets. He climbed atop her, his mouth capturing hers once again.

"Make me a mother, Ryan," Suzy whispered, her voice thick with emotion, the words punctuated by soft moans in between kisses.

Ryan paused, his movements halting. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "Is this because of what you heard today?" he asked gently, his voice laced with concern.

Suzy remained silent, her gaze averted. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes, the shame and hurt too raw.

"Is that why you wanted me to bed you with such desperation?" Ryan asked, his voice soft but firm.

Suzy’s eyes flashed with anger. "You wouldn’t understand," she spat back, her voice laced with slight anger.

"Maybe I do," Ryan replied softly, his voice gentle as he stroked her disheveled hair, pushing stray strands away from her face. "Did you forget that we can’t have sexual intimacy yet? The doctor said I can’t bed you for now. Your body is still weak."

Suzy smacked his hand away, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I’m fine," she insisted, her voice trembling. "I’m healthy. I’ve been taking my medication, I’ve been eating healthy, so what’s the problem?"

Ryan could see the pain she was trying to hide, the tears she was desperately holding back. He leaned in, gently kissing her eyelids, his touch soothing. "When did you start caring about what people say about you?" he asked softly. " You aren’t one to concern yourself about gossips, that’s one thing I know of you."

"Since the day I started loving you," Suzy replied, her voice breaking. " I started caring about gossips said about you." The dam burst, and the tears she had been holding back finally spilled over. "What if your lineage dies with you because I couldn’t give you heirs? Or even..."

Ryan silenced her with a long, tender kiss, his lips pressing against hers with a gentle reassurance. Suzy melted into the kiss, her body relaxing against his, her worries momentarily forgotten. When they finally broke apart, Ryan gently wiped away the tears that streamed down her face.

"Children will come, Cassandra," he said softly, his voice filled with unwavering certainty. "Don’t you worry. Besides, I have to finish what you started." He took her lips once more, the kiss deepening.

With a hunger that surprised even herself, Suzy pushed Ryan onto his back. She straddled him, her crimson silk riding up to reveal tantalizing glimpses of thighs.

Her hands explored his torso, nails raking gently across smooth skin, eliciting goosebumps. Ryan growled beneath her, reaching up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing lightly over hardened nipples.

Her head tilted back as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Sensing her momentary distraction, Ryan rolled them over so that he hovered above her once more.

Their eyes locked as Ryan slid a finger inside her, then another, stroking slowly, deeply, watching her writhe underneath him. She moaned, the sound escaping like a purr from her throat.

Withdrawing his fingers, he guided himself to her entrance, kissing her thighs and planting his tongue in between her legs.

His tongue traced circles around her sensitive nub, teasing and tasting her essence. She squirmed under him, crying out for release.

Ryan drove his tongue deep inside her, lapping at her juices, drawing out a long moan from her. "Oh, please, Ryan," she begged, her hips arching off the bed.

He obliged, suckling and licking her clit until her moans grew louder, her breaths more ragged. She was close.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her climax approached. Suddenly, she let out a sharp cry, her orgasm ripping through her body.

Ryan rose up, wiping his chin. Her taste lingered on his lips, as he kissed her thigh and stomach.

Her fingers still entwined in his hair, Suzy gasped for air, relishing the aftershocks coursing through her body.

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Suzy stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light of the room. She realized she was alone in the bed, the warmth of Ryan’s presence absent. She looked towards the window, noticing the inky blackness of the night sky. "How long was I asleep?" she murmured to herself, her voice still thick with sleep.

A voice, soft and low, answered her from the balcony. "Not that long."

Suzy turned her head, her gaze shifting towards the sound. Ryan stepped back into the room, his chest bare, the cool night air clinging to his skin. He walked towards the bed and settled in beside her. He reached out, gently caressing her face, his touch light as a feather.

"Why did you wake up so early?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "You should have slept more, considering the fact your body couldn’t take that much pleasure from earlier." He took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing her palm. "I’m sorry for pushing you beyond your limits."

Suzy’s face flushed crimson as the memories of their earlier intimacy flooded back. She remembered her own passionate pleas, her desperate moans, and the uninhibited way she had clung to him. Embarrassment washed over her, and she quickly turned her back to him, trying to hide her burning cheeks.

Ryan, sensing her discomfort, gently moved a handful of her hair forward and kissed her back, his lips lingering for a moment. "It’s alright," he whispered, his voice soothing.

Trying to change the subject, she asked, "The night is quite chilly, right?"

Ryan paused, his ministrations ceasing. He looked at her, his expression filled with concern. "Are you cold?" he asked.

"No," she replied, her voice soft. "I just noticed your hands are cold." She turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "How long were you outside on the balcony?"

He smiled, a gentle, reassuring smile. "Just for some hours."

Suzy’s mind raced. "He’s started smoking again," she thought to herself. "He tries so hard to make sure he doesn’t smell of smoke, so as not to irritate me. But why is he smoking now? He only smokes when he’s anxious about something." She reached out, gently stroking his hair, her touch soothing. "Is something bothering you?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle, like she was petting a worried puppy.

He leaned into her touch, enjoying the feel of her hand on his hair. "Well," he began, his voice low and thoughtful, "I’ve been running in circles. I don’t have any concrete evidence of the murderer, and I’m afraid you might be in danger."