My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

The Long Night

Freya's mouth that has been open to refute every speech Pramudya not so let out a voice. The warm and damp feeling made him forget that he was angry.

He blinked in a daze.

This guy once said he liked himself. He also asked her to date loudly and arbitrarily, but only this time he said “I love you”.

Is that love?

It's nonsense.

The sweet words that a man said in bed were simply unbelievable.

Freya turned her face so that Pramudya's lips missed, stuck to her chin.

“Exit,” hisses.

The breath of Pramudya is heavy and deep. The blazing fire grew bigger and he could not hold it anymore. But his wife is still angry.

This was the most severe torture he had ever endured in his entire life.

“Freya, I must how will you forgive me?” Pramudya begged very humbly.

That attitude made Freya's heart stingy. From the bottom of his heart, he knew Pramudya was doing all that for his sake. However, the words that hurt were also deeply reflected. It was not easy to recover his wounded heart.

His eyes are heating up again. Mixed feelings like this made his brain unable to think properly.

“My darling, sorry, yes. Don't be angry anymore. I really don't intend to play you. When I came here, I had not dared to come clean because the situation had not completely stabilized. But now ... now we can go home.” Pramudya wiped the tears that soaked his wife's face. Guilt made his heart cramp. He never wanted to see his wife cry like this.

“Why not say it in the first place? I can help you. We can handle it together. Why do I have to do it that way?” Freya turned her head, looking at Pramudya's face with her pair of reddened eyes.

“If I was honest with you from the beginning, would you like to leave? You want to hide? Or do you want to pretend you have no relationship with me?” Pramudya asked back.

Freya did not answer. He digests all those questions and weighs them in on his heart. If Pramudya told the whole truth from the beginning, it was certain that he would insist on helping the man, no matter what happened. There is no doubt whatsoever.

“When you were kidnapped for the second time, I put all my abilities into action, but it was still too late. Yoga who found you first.”

Freya was like a lost fawn, glued to the face of her suffering husband.

“So you know I was kidnapped?” tanyanya slow.

Pramudya. There was a sense of guilt as well as helplessness that flashed in his eyes. Grief and fear are not pretending.

“At that time I thought if things continued like that, sooner or later I would definitely really lose you. I can't, Freya, they'd rather kill me than hurt you.”

“For what nonsense talk? Who could kill you? A bastard like you must be long-lived.” Freya curses and punches Pramudya in the chest while glaring.

Pramudya laughed a little. He lowered his head, sticking the tip of his nose on his wife's forehead.

“Are not angry?”

Freya pushed Pramudya's chest away. How can I get angry again? All of that makes sense. He cannot argue with it, but his ego and self-esteem forbid to forgive easily.

“Exit first. I can't breathe,” his elbow.

“I don't want to step aside if you're still angry.”

“I'll get even more angry if you don't want to wake up.”

Pramudya let out a long sigh, concentrating with his elbow and lifting half of his body.

“Begini can already?” tanyakanya.

“You want to make me emotional to death, yes?” Freya belittles. He still can't move.

“Freya ..” Pramudya gulped, staring fixedly at his wife's face. God knows how big his longing is.

Freya swallowed and dodged. That look is too dangerous. He could feel a spark igniting between the two of them.

Pramudya called out his wife's name once more, pleading for the girl to look up to him willingly.

His heart was pounding irregularly. It felt like there was a group of horses galloping within his chest cavity. His little wife was so sweet and cute, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

“My wife, don't be angry again, yes ...” Pramudya lowered his head and plundered his wife's lips once more.

A stifled sighing sound echoed in the air.

That time Freya did not refuse. She wrapped her hands around Pramudya's neck and returned her husband's kiss with emotions mixed into one. He bit and took a hard sip on the man's lips.

Pramudya frowned, but no complaints were thrown out. He pressed his wife's neck and deepened their kiss.

Just bite. He doesn't mind.

His palm moved upwards, cupping the beautifully puffed up hill, crashing*s it slowly so that his wife's tiny body suddenly stiffened like an electric shock.

“Pramudya Antasena!”

Freya swallowed with great difficulty. Just now Pramudya's voice sounded more like a mutter for pleasure than the answer to his shout.

Freya's earlobes are flushed. The voice of the jerk who turned out to be her husband is very sexy. She really felt like she was going to get pregnant just by hearing her sigh just now.

The priest sucked his face in the recess of Freya's neck and whispered, “Honey, I want you. Can?”

May it?

After everything they've been through ....

Freya hesitated for a moment, but then she raised her head and kissed Pramudya's lips while closing her eyes.

Pramudya growled low. He pulled Freya's blouse and threw it on the floor. Only a lacy bra was left that wrapped around a chewy and soft mound that made her even hungrier.

Freya's tiny fingers moved upwards, trying to untie her husband's shirt buttons in a stiff motion.

Pramudya helped his wife impatiently, almost tore off his own shirt when he removed the last button.

He groaned as his wife's fingers touched his skin which was no longer covered by a layer of cloth.

The flames are getting bigger.

An ambiguous voice echoed in the air.

Freya gasped and trembled as the palms rubbing her skin were replaced by a hot and moist tongue. His whole body was burning. He squirms and wants to escape the torture. However, the move made her husband press even stronger, not allowing her to escape.

She felt like she was going to explode. Really can't hold back much longer.

“My darling, hold a little ...”

Freya bit her lips hard. He gripped both of Pramudya's arms while hissing in pain.

The pramudya stopped moving. He leaned over and kissed Freya on the lips, then wiped the tears floating in the corners of her eyes.

“Sick?” tanyanya while peeling all over Freya's face very gently. No matter how much he wanted to, he still did not want to see his wife in this kind of pain.

Freya nodded.

God fucking. Why didn't anyone tell him it felt like it was going to hurt?

“Sorry .. just stop. I—“

“Continue.” Freya pulled Pramudya's neck and bit her hard.

Must fair.

Who says only women can feel pain when they do it the first time?

It is very vindictive and calculating.

The wrong person who wants himself.

Pramudya was surprised for a while, but a second later he lowered his head and swept his tongue over Freya's lips, sucking very strongly while pressing on her hips; penetrating the thin veil that became a barrier.

Freya's screams are silenced by Pramudya's kiss which leaves her with no idea which one to feel.

Her husband's tongue continued to coax passionately, while beneath it the core of her body felt extremely overcrowded and claustrophobic.

She dared not move, even breathing very carefully, but every touch of her husband made her respond out of control.

“Pram?” Freya wrapped her legs around Pramudya's hips. His eyes were tightly shut, unable to endure this torment any longer.

"Yes, my dear?” The appearance and voice of his wife like this makes Pramudya almost crazy.

It's exquisite.

He lowered his head and kissed his wife's lips briefly, then locked both of them and hit them firmly.

Freya squealing. He hugged Pramudya's neck tightly.

His head jolted upwards as a fierce wave came and hit him hard.

Shaking ....

Looks like tonight is destined to be a long night.

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