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“Whew…”
She hadn’t bitten him to draw blood. She’d nipped at his exposed shoulder and neck, marking him as hers.
A display of possessiveness.
This was why Arwen loved Tuesdays.
After a week of sharing Rudrick, after enduring Sunday, after having him all to herself on Monday, Tuesday was when he returned to her, refreshed and untainted.
He smelled clean, as if he’d just showered. She nipped at his skin, then kissed him, their tongues tangling.
It was a familiar yet strangely new sensation.
The kiss ended, a silver thread of saliva connecting their lips.
“This feels strange. It’s not like it’s our first time.”
“Glad it’s not just me. It feels weird. Once a week for you, five times a week for me. And being on the receiving end is… strange.”
“Don’t be a prude. You’re with me now. Don’t talk about other women.”
Arwen glared at him, then continued, her face puzzled,
“It’s just… a strange feeling. It shouldn’t be, but it is.”
She poked his chest.
It wasn’t soft, nor was it hard with muscle. It was a pleasant in-between, a texture she enjoyed.
They were long past the stage of being shy about seeing each other naked, but she still loved the feeling of his skin against hers after they were intimate.
She smiled, leaning in for another kiss.
It was a quick peck, not a passionate kiss like before.
She played with his hair as she said,
“You’re such a tsundere.”
“Where did you learn that word?”
“You taught me. You said it’s what you call someone who pretends not to care but secretly likes you.”
“Did I…?”
He looked puzzled.
He must have taught her, since it was a word from his past life, but he didn’t remember. Arwen, finding his confusion endearing, revealed the truth.
“Before I regressed.”
“Seriously?”
“Hee hee.”
He frowned, and she chuckled.
It was a habit she’d learned after a year of living with him. It felt strange to call it a “habit,” as if he were an animal, but living together as husband and wife was different from simply sharing a room.
In the year they’d been married, she’d observed him closely.
Rudrick was unpredictable, like a bouncy ball, or rather, a slime.
Press it, and it’d indent. Pull it, and it’d stretch.
If he were truly unpredictable, in a bad way, he’d be a ticking time bomb, not a bouncy ball.
But his immediate reactions to her teasing were amusing.
Her silk nightgown slipped off her shoulder.
She grinned.
“You came in your nightclothes. You were expecting this, weren’t you?”
“I just woke up and got dressed. That’s all.”
“Of course.”
“I didn’t expect this… I should have worn something more… substantial.”
“That wouldn’t be as fun. It’s more exciting when I take your clothes off, isn’t it?”
“Hardly.”
Unfazed by his slightly grumpy reply, she ran her eyes over his bare chest, then rested her head against him, listening to his heartbeat.
It was beating faster than usual.
“You’re not very honest.”
She closed her eyes and added,
“Not that it matters. I love everything about you.”
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The afterglow of their passionate lovemaking lingered. Arwen sat up, her face flushed, and looked at Rudrick.
This was different from what she’d read.
This was her first time since the wedding, but she’d heard men were more emotional and sensitive than women.
They needed… aftercare, not just physical intimacy. But Rudrick was already getting dressed.
He could be endearingly grumpy, but in some ways, he was more feminine than the women.
‘He wouldn’t appreciate me saying that out loud.’
She shook her head, then patted the space beside her on the bed.
“Come lie down. You can get dressed later.”
“Huh?”
“Honestly… shouldn’t you be the one saying that? You’re not just after physical pleasure, are you? It’s rude to get up and get dressed immediately, as if you’re done.”
“It’s not rude.”
He shrugged, putting on his nightgown, but he obediently lay down beside her.
Arwen snuggled closer, wrapping her arm around him. The silk felt smooth and luxurious, but that wasn’t what she wanted.
She puffed out her cheeks.
“Where should we look for our castle?”
“You’re seriously going to buy one?”
Now he was the one who seemed surprised. He’d thought she was joking.
“Think about it. Doesn’t it seem strange for me, a vampire, to live in a brightly lit mansion in the middle of the Imperial capital? A secluded castle in the mountains is more fitting.”
Now it was Rudrick’s turn to be speechless.
“Does it?”
“It would suit my image better. I have a place, but it’s too far away. It’s better to buy a new one.”
She stopped stroking his hair.
They’d been intimate, but it was still early morning. Arwen suddenly sat up, throwing off the covers.
“At least put some clothes on.”
“I’m not embarrassed. You’re the only one here.”
He glared at her, even though he wasn’t exactly offended by the sight of her naked body. She covered herself with her hands, striking a seductive pose.
“Strike while the iron is hot, as you say. You taught me that saying.”
“So you want to go look at castles now?”
“Well… not right now. My back still aches.”
She blushed at his question.
Indeed, there was a slight… obstacle. They’d been particularly… enthusiastic, since she wanted to have children.
Even a True Ancestor, unmatched by any except perhaps a dragon, felt the after-effects of strenuous activity. The world was strangely fair in that regard.
“It couldn’t be helped. You get so carried away… I mean, isn’t it usually the man who’s… on top…?”
“You didn’t have to say that out loud. And you bite my neck without warning when you get excited.”
“Biting is a natural instinct…”
It was strange to be embarrassed now, but discussing the details of their intimacy was still… mortifying.
Arwen fanned her flushed face.
Their castle hunting expedition was postponed, but even after a year, they were still very much newlyweds.
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