Prologue
“S-Stop… please.”
Lying face down in the hotel room, Jian gripped the edge of the pillow. Watching her body falter as she struggled to hold herself up, Dogeon clicked his tongue.
His hands gripped her hips as he pushed deep inside.
“Hngh… Oppa…”
“Why. Han Jian.”
Pinning her crumbling body beneath him like a brute, he murmured lowly.
“You said you wanted a baby.”
Her soft, luscious skin was so tempting it made his very bones ache. This was Han Jian laid so bare.
“At least… huff… this… wasn’t what I meant.”
Dogeon sat up and caressed her heated body. With every movement he made, Jian’s skin flushed an even deeper red.
Tracks were being left across the untouched white snow.
The frenzy that had left him unable to hold back for Jian, who was experiencing this for the first time, slowly began to subside.
‘If… if it’s too much pressure because it’s your first time… should I… should I go learn somewhere?’
Learn what.
From whom would you learn something like that?
Their relationship had been arranged for the sake of business interests between their families—his in the corporate world, hers in the legal circle.
They had married without love. He hadn’t wanted to hold a mere twenty-one-year-old child this way. He’d wanted to cherish his baby-like wife a little more.
When had that girl—the one he’d watched sniffling at gatherings since she was little—grown up and come to warm his bedroom?
Her breasts, too full for his large hands to grasp, her slender waist, and her long, smooth legs stimulated his senses intensely.
To the point his mind went blank.
“Uhngh!”
Even her voice was pretty.
Bracing one arm on the bed, he wrapped the other around Jian’s waist. His hand moved lower, greedy and demanding.
As he gently bit down on her shoulder blade and shoulder with his teeth, Jian let out a choked whimper. Watching her body squirm with the effort, he paused for a moment, then pulled her in deeper again.
At that, Jian burst into tears.
“Mommy… sob.”
Dogeon gathered Jian fully into his arms and licked the tear tracks from her bruised eyes.
“That’s what you get for coming at me.”
He licked the tears from the corner of her other eye as well. Even her panting breaths tasted sweet.
“You should have stayed still when I was being gentle.”
She had no idea just how much he’d held back.
He’d even pretended not to notice when she pranced around the house like a puppy, trying to seduce her husband.
“Hnn…”
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“It hurts…”
Hearing that, Dogeon laughed softly against her ear. Crying out of pleasure, and yet—when had she been clinging to him, begging for more?
His whining wife was so endearing that he smiled.
“But not… right here, apparently.”
Though she complained it was too much, she was still taking him in so well. Buried completely inside her, Dogeon let out a deep, ragged breath.
He couldn’t restrain himself. The heat rushing to the crown of his head scattered his senses.
After pausing to catch his breath and calm down, Dogeon licked away Jian’s tears and rose up on his knees.
Lifting her body onto his firm thighs, he kissed her ravenously. Though he tried to soothe her with kisses, below, he was relentless.
“Hngh!”
Jian’s eyes welled with tears again. Wrapping both arms around his thick neck, she buried her face in his shoulder. She grit her teeth as if to bite his neck, but in the end, she simply held him tightly.
“Oppa… I’m sorry… okay?”
She’d been the one to provoke him first, and now she was crying and begging him to stop—just like the child she used to be.
And so, he couldn’t push any further.
Holding his small wife, Dogeon let out a rough, ragged breath. His raging body wasn’t easily placated.
When had the kid grown up, huff…
His whole body reeked of her scent, and he felt like he was losing his mind.
Hoisting her bare white body up and laying her down, he lowered his lips between her legs.
He had to soothe her—his young wife.
