[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Tamaram Night (21+)

Note: Maybe the story in this chapter will burn your adrenaline a little. I suggest for the underage avoid one chapter below, yes. I tried to make her sentences as soft as possible so as not to be impressed like porn* stories*.

"You made me not forget you. That disappointed look made me seem to be the most evil man in the world. Shouldn't I be happy when you start avoiding me, but why am I bothered by that? Why don't I like watching you ignore me? Why?" The throne rests its head on the still silent Love.

Love puts on a confused expression, then smiles wryly with quivering lips. "Then ... do you regret all your actions now? You're thinking of becoming a responsible husband after doing that? Hoh, no need, Throne. I have never been angry or hated you. I'm not demanding anything from you either."

Love raised the hand of the Throne still coiled around her waist. Slightly pushed the chest of the Throne field attached to his back to the back, and broke away from the man's embrace.

Love turned to look at the black netra of the Throne so sharply. "Don't give me any hope if you can't account for all your words. Never build a relationship on top of another."

"I will end that relationship" the Throne said without hesitation.

Love gasps. His eyebrows shot up and his blood seemed to stop flowing. The iris of the woman's eyes was fixed on the Netra of the Throne as if she was burning the man before her with just a probing look.

Is he really this crazy? Why have I never seen this madness before? It feels like just yesterday she desperately maintained her relationship with the woman, and now ...? Huh! Love sighed and turned her face lazily away from the Throne.

"Have it, I don't want to waste my precious time on anything uncertain. Didn't we make a deal, and it's just a little while away. I'm sure you can suppress your guilt, Throne."

"What is your goal right now just to part with me as soon as possible?"

"Isn't that what you wanted first? And it doesn't seem right if you're acting like this to your guests, does it?" Love repeats the words of the Throne that he once uttered, as if he was making a mockery.

The Throne does not speak, it just goes forward and flushes in, embraces Love, and lets the questions of Love float in the air.

Love gasped as this was the first time the man had practically touched her with his entire body without hesitation. The man slid his face in the recess of Love's neck, inhaled the woman's scent and tightened his embrace.

Being in the arms of the Throne, it was like .. returning home and the warmth he had not felt long ago from his father last time, as if returning. Love suddenly felt the tip of her eyes heat up.

Can I believe it this time? I'm afraid this is just my illusion. But my heart can't resist it, I want to get more. I won't back down if I get this far. I can't. I do not know what will happen later and I also do not want to know, the inner Love with tears that have been struggling spoiled at the end of her net. He touched slowly the back of the Throne, and the man let him. The feeling became relieved and it was as if flowers were blooming there.

Deg .. deg.

The heartbeat of the Throne is heard hunting, infiltrating the hearing sense of Love. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the chest of the Throne field. Now, everything that had happened before seemed like a nightmare when he entered the arm of the Throne.

The world seemed to be at a standstill, there were only the two of them in it. The throne patted Love's back gently with one hand, while the other gently stroked Love's stricken hair.

"I was sincere when I said I wanted to start. Little by little, I will make you believe me" whispered the Throne accompanied by a nod of tearful Love.

The throne grabs the cheek of Love gently. Directing that puffy face to look at him. Their views meet. Love smears his fragrant smile before the eyes of the Throne. The smile that made the heart of the Throne feel torn. Those clear and watery eyes were as if they were piercing him with a million bitter memories he had once left behind.

Slowly, the man lowered his face thinning the distance between the two. Love is still mute when the Throne meets their lips gently. She gasped for a moment with widened eyes, but immediately closed her beautiful eyes. Receive a different gentle treatment far from the beginning of their union.

"Can we ...." Speech of the Throne hangs and followed by a slow and elegant nod from his wife.

The man lightly lifted the wacky body and carried it up. With cheeks that were already as red as tomatoes, Love drowned her face in the recesses of the Throne's neck. Tighten his embrace on the saggy neck of the burly man.

Everything has passed, rain is stormy, night is dim, and all is sad and grievous in their hearts. The man and woman each had been destroyed, as if they were flames burning candles. All that drivel is gone, all that poignancy is gone.

So tonight feels perfect, longing to be completed like a grudge. Outside the open window, a pale moon pias seemed jealous. In the end all the longing was broken with every kiss, no more words than caress, touch.

At the end of the day all the language is just a new incarnation, love speech is translated by the woman leaving herself open, she is broken, she is a burning candle. The man with a body as hard as a wooden branch, himself transformed into a burning bush. He's hot and burning.

The woman was open, she let herself in. The man was burning, and he entered. The voice of the two incarnated the song, groaning with sighs, erang replied softly. All are united in helplessness.

Out there the moon is silent, words have lost their meaning. The woman entered, the man who entered. The language of love incarnates from what was originally a word into a real act. The man and woman were burning, but their bodies were wet.

They drooped in sweat that seemed to be poured into the bodies of the two. The throne brought the woman into the fold. Letting the woman let go of the fatigue in her arms. Setting the rhythm of the game in order to balance the power of both is very difficult for the Throne. He wanted to hunt, but could not bear to let Love drain his energy too much. But alas, he could not, and in the end the wild nature within him rose. Tearing his opponent's entire body to nothing.

...Connect .......

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