My Bratty Wife
Chapter 202 - Two Hundred And Two

Chapter 202: Chapter Two Hundred And Two

Suzy finished securing the bandage and gently patted Ryan’s side before starting to gather the used cloths. She began to stand up, intending perhaps to dispose of the supplies or give him some space. But before she could straighten fully, Ryan reached out, his hands finding her waist. With a gentle but firm pull, he hoisted her easily back onto his lap, settling her sideways at first.

"Your injury?" Suzy asked immediately, her brow furrowing with concern as she instinctively put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. "Are you sure you should be lifting–"

"Shhh," he interrupted softly, looking up at her with an intensity that had shifted from anger to something else entirely, something focused purely on her. "It doesn’t hurt anymore." He smiled faintly, a genuine smile this time, seemingly brought on by her closeness.

He gently turned her, positioning her so she was facing him directly, her legs naturally spreading to rest on either side of his thighs on the wide chair. He pulled her closer, until her torso was pressed against his chest, the faint scent of antiseptic from the fresh bandage mingling with his own warm scent. Then, he lowered his head, burying his face against the soft curve of her breast, right above the neckline of her emerald dress. He took a long, deep breath, inhaling her sweet, familiar lavender scent as if it were air itself.

Suzy relaxed slightly against him, accepting the embrace. One hand rested on his neck, while the fingers of her other hand instinctively threaded into his thick, dark hair, stroking it gently. She whispered something to him then kissed his ear, "I’m fine, Ryan," she reassured him again, her voice a soft murmur near his ear, sensing the lingering tension from his earlier protective rage. "He didn’t really hurt me."

A soft, muffled "Mmhmm," was his only reply, vibrating slightly against her skin. He didn’t lift his head, simply holding her close, seeking solace and connection in her presence. They stayed like that for a long moment. The anger towards Evan seemed to recede, leaving only the two of them in the stillness of the study. Time itself seemed to pause, letting them exist only in that embrace.

Then, Suzy felt a subtle shift. Ryan’s hand, which had been resting lightly on her back, began to move. His fingers trailed slowly upwards, questing, until they found the small, metal tab of the zipper at the nape of her neck. He paused there for a heartbeat, his touch feather-light. Then, with deliberate slowness, his fingers began to draw the zipper downwards.

The tiny rasping sound seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room. As the zipper descended, opening the back of her dress, his other hand began a slow caress, tracing the path of the zipper’s pull. He loosen the lacing of her corset, the rope falling to his feet. His warm palm slid smoothly over her newly exposed skin, following the curve of her spine from the base of her neck down towards the dip of her waist. The contrast between the cool air hitting her back and the warmth of his hand sent a shiver cascading through her.

A soft moan escaped Suzy’s lips before she could stop it, a sound of pure, surprised pleasure.

It was as if that small sound was all the permission Ryan needed. He pulled her even closer, crushing her soft curves against the hard planes of his chest. The movement caused the skirt of her emerald dress to ride up her thighs, bunching around her hips, leaving her legs and thighs bare against the fabric of his trousers. Taking advantage of the newly exposed skin, his hands slid smoothly underneath the hem of her skirt. His touch was electric as his palms skimmed over her soft thighs, moving slowly, deliberately upwards until they cupped the fullness of her bottom, squeezing gently, possessively.

Suzy’s breath hitched, and her moans grew louder, less controlled now. One of her hands gripped his shoulder tightly, her knuckles turning white, while the fingers of her other hand tightened their hold in his hair, digging into his scalp, tugging slightly in response to the waves of pleasure washing over her.

"Ry... Ryan!!!" she gasped out his name, her voice breathless, clinging to the last shreds of coherent thought, that little bit of sanity reminding her of their situation.

Ryan merely replied with another muffled, "Mmm," his lips now moving against her chest, placing soft, searching kisses on the swell above the line of her corset, his focus entirely on her body’s response.

"Your wound," Suzy managed to say, her voice strained, trying to inject a note of caution into the haze of rising passion. "Ryan, be careful... you will open your wound again..."

But her words seemed to evaporate unheard. Ryan’s mind wasn’t there, wasn’t on his injury or anything else outside the circle of her arms. Lost in the feel of her, the sound of her responses, he continued his ministrations, his hands exploring, his lips tasting, completely consumed by his need for her.

His lips left her chest, blazing a trail of soft, warm kisses up the smooth skin of her throat. He lingered for a moment at the sensitive pulse point just below her ear, making her shiver, before finally capturing her mouth with his own. The kiss was deep, demanding, filled with all the pent-up desire and the relief of having her safe and close.

Suzy responded instantly, kissing him back with equal fervor. Her hands, moments before tangled gently in his hair, now moved with a new urgency. They slid down his neck, over the strong muscles of his shoulders, exploring the expanse of his chest through the fine linen of his shirt. She felt the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.

His hands were busy too. With deft movements, he pushed the emerald silk of her dress further down, easing the fabric completely off her shoulders, leaving them bare and vulnerable to his touch. His lips abandoned hers, moving to kiss the curve of her shoulder, then nipping gently at the skin before soothing the spot with another kiss. He repeated the action on her other shoulder, deliberately leaving faint reddish marks on her skin.

Soft moans escaped Suzy’s throat, sounds she couldn’t quite contain, echoing slightly in the quiet study. They were both lost in the rising tide of pleasure, wrapped up completely in each other, the outside world fading away. So lost, in fact, that they didn’t hear the first tentative knock on the study door.

A second knock followed, louder this time, more insistent. Knock, knock, knock. Through the haze of sensation, the sound registered dimly in Suzy’s subconsciousness. Then came a muffled but distinct voice from the hallway: "Your Grace?"

The voice – Davis’s voice – acted like a splash of cold water, pulling Suzy partially back to reality. She gasped, lifting her head slightly, her eyes fluttering open. Ryan, however, seemed oblivious, his attention shifting downwards again. His head dipped, and his mouth closed warmly over the peak of her breast through the thin material of her chemise or corset.

"Ry... Ryan," she moaned, torn between the sharp pleasure his action sent through her and the dawning awareness of the interruption.

"Mmm?" he replied against her skin, clearly not understanding or not wanting to understand her attempt to alert him.

"Davis," she managed to say, her voice breathy but more urgent now. "Davis is outside the door."

That finally got through. Ryan stilled, lifting his head with visible reluctance, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. He kept one arm firmly around Suzy, his hand still resting possessively on her bottom, as he called out towards the door, his voice slightly rough. "What is it, Davis?"

"I have important information, your grace," Davis’s steady voice replied from the other side of the door. "It requires your immediate attention."

Ryan sighed audibly, his gaze meeting Suzy’s. There was a silent apology in his eyes, mixed with frustration. "Can’t it wait?" he asked, hoping Davis would simply go away.

"I’m afraid it cannot, your grace," Davis replied firmly, his tone implying the seriousness of the matter.

Ryan looked back at Suzy, who was already shifting, preparing to disentangle herself from their embrace. Her face was flushed, her neck and shoulder covered in hickeys, her lips slightly swollen from his kisses, but her eyes were clear, focused again.

"It’s alright," she whispered, leaning forward slightly. "We can... continue this later. In the bedroom." She carefully slid off his lap and stood up, the movement causing her skirt to fall back into place around her legs. She quickly turned her back to him, then, surprisingly, sat lightly back down on his lap facing away from him. "Quickly," she urged softly, gesturing towards the open zipper and the loosened dress straps on her shoulders.

Understanding dawned on Ryan’s face, followed by a rueful smile. With ease, he laced her corset. His fingers found the zipper tab and pulled it smoothly back up to the nape of her neck. He gently adjusted the dress fabric back onto her shoulders, ensuring she was decent again.

Suzy took a deep, steadying breath, smoothing down her skirt and tucking a stray curl back into place, quickly composing herself with remarkable speed. Ryan watched her transformation, his own body still humming with unfulfilled desire, the evidence of his arousal clearly visible beneath the confines of his trousers.

Suzy noticed his gaze and the obvious tension he was under. She leaned down, pressing a soft, brief kiss to his forehead. "Keep that under control," she murmured, indicating the bump in his trouser, her voice a low, slightly teasing command.

Then, she stood up properly, gave her dress one last smoothing touch, and walked composedly towards the door. She opened it just wide enough for her to slip out, allowing Davis, who was waiting patiently in the hallway, to finally enter the study and address his master.