My Bratty Wife
Chapter 182 - Hundred And Eighty Two

Chapter 182: Chapter Hundred And Eighty Two

Inside the room, Suzy was left only in her chemise, while Ryan was down to his trousers. She looked at him keenly, her mind still swirling with questions. "Ryan is acting strange," she thought to herself. "Did he notice Evan was making ridiculous passes at me?" She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, that his behavior was unusually intense. "He doesn’t have to be bothered about that idiot," she reasoned, trying to dismiss her unease.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Ryan began to kiss her neck, his lips trailing a path of fire across her skin. He moved lower, his lips finding her breast, taking one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling.

His teeth grazed her nipple, sending shivers throughout her body. He lifted his head briefly, locking gazes with Suzy while swirling his tongue around the puckered tip before taking it whole again.

His fingers trailed down her stomach, and he cupped her mound possessively. "Open your legs wider," he ordered. She obliged, letting them fall open, displaying everything she had to offer.

He kissed her till he got to her thighs. " wait Ryan, wait" She tried to protest as he held her waist and pulled her closer to his mouth. " wait, I’m unclean. Let me...wash...up." Suzy said in between moans.

Ryan chuckled against her thigh, his breath hot and exhilarating. "Let me decide what’s clean," he murmured. He licked her inner thigh slowly, tasting salt and sweat.

His tongue found her core, parting her lips with easy familiarity. He tasted the tangy nectar that coated them before spearing her with his tongue.

Ryan’s tongue plunged deep inside Suzy, devouring her slick flesh hungrily. He feasted on her like a starved man, growls of pleasure rumbling in his throat as he flicked his tongue along her throbbing clit.

She gasped at the contact, the shocking sight she felt of his touch electric and exquisite. "Fuck!" she swore, clutching at his shoulder.

Ryan’s finger slipped into her slick warmth, probing gently yet insistently. "There isn’t any part of you that’s unclean." He said.

Suzy arched her back, taking him deeper, hunger burning in her eyes. " Do you want to know something, Cassandra?" He asked before drilling a second finger " You smell good down there. Your body intoxicates me leaving me to form an addiction to you."

Her hair fanned out behind her, eyes clenched shut, teeth biting down on her lip. A wordless whimper escaped her, softly muffled by the weight of her palm.

Her her other hand fisted the sheets beneath her, desperate for contact as wave after wave of pleasure crashed upon her.

A moment of silence fell, broken by Ryan’s voice, low and husky. "Look at me, Cassandra," he murmured.

She opened her eyes, meeting his intense gaze. She could see the barely restrained passion in his eyes, the effort he was making to keep from being too rough. She thought to herself, "I guess he’s actually alright, and he was just exhausted."

She reached out, her gloved hand cupping his face. "Do you really have to go tonight?" she asked, her voice soft and pleading. "It might be dangerous."

Ryan used his teeth to gently remove her glove, sucking on her index finger before replying, "I have to. I have so much to do, and I want to finish them before the orphanage jubilee."

Suzy used her free hand to try to smooth his disheveled hair, her fingers tracing the lines of his face. "If you promise to stay with me tonight," she whispered, her voice laced with a seductive tone, "I will give you anything you want." Her fingers dug gently into his scalp, sending a shiver down his spine. "I will let you do all the things you have been wanting to do to me." Her fingers gently tugging his hair. "So please, stay tonight." She looked at him with pleading eyes.

"You can leave as soon as you wake up in the morning," she continued, her voice soft and persuasive. "If that’s too late, you can leave earlier. So please, promise me you will sleep here tonight and don’t try to put yourself in danger. After seeing you collapse, I simply can’t allow you to ride your horse for another three to four, or even five hours, to return to Carleton tonight. I don’t want to worry like how I did in the carriage, hoping that you won’t collapse and fall off your horse on your way. Don’t make me a widow at this young age."

Ryan suddenly became stiff, his body tensing as if he had been splashed with a bucket of ice-cold water. He looked at her, his eyes searching hers, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.

Suzy’s hand wandered to his back, gently tracing the line of his spine. "So just promise me you will stay tonight," she whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of pleading and desire, "and you can do whatever you want with me." She wanted to erase the tension that had settled between them, to reassure him that she was there for him, that she wanted him safe. She wanted him to understand that she was terrified of losing him, of him pushing himself too far. The thought of him riding alone in the dark, after what happened in the carriage, filled her with a sense of dread.

She couldn’t bear the thought of him pushing himself too hard, of him collapsing again, of him being hurt. The image of him lying motionless on the carriage floor was still vivid in her mind. She needed him to stay, if not for himself, then for her. She needed to know he was safe, within reach.

Ryan kissed the palm of her other hand, his lips lingering on her skin, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Fine," he said, his voice a low murmur, "I won’t leave. I’ll stay tonight. But I’m sorry, I can’t give you more pleasure than this."

Suzy smiled, a warm, genuine smile that lit up her face. "Mrs. Agnes has been giving me medicine to make my body stronger," she explained, her voice filled with quiet confidence. "You don’t need to restrain yourself anymore. I’m healthy."

Ryan’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise and relief crossing his features. "Really?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of disbelief.

Suzy nodded, her smile widening. "Yes," she confirmed, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

Ryan’s hand traced the delicate curve of her neck, his touch feather-light, sending shivers down her spine. He began to kiss her neck, his lips leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses, punctuated by gentle love bites. "Fine," he murmured against her skin, his voice husky with desire, "I won’t do anything you don’t want me to."

He began to remove the remaining articles of clothing that obstructed their bodies from touching, his movements slow and deliberate, his gaze fixed on hers. He wanted to be certain that she was comfortable, that she truly wanted this. He removed her chemise, then his trousers, revealing her pale skin and his own toned body. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and longing.

He kissed her again, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent, as their bodies pressed closer together. He trailed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her breasts, his lips and tongue worshipping her skin. He loved her.

Suzy’s hands explored his body, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, her touch sending waves of heat through him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She pulled him closer, her body arching against his, her desire mirroring his own. She was no longer afraid. She wanted to feel him inside her.