Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1575:

Continuing, he added, “I need to keep it gentle, or you’ll be angry.”

Finally worn out from the ongoing teasing, Elyse assured him, “I won’t be mad this time.”

“Are you enjoying how I fuck you hard?” Jayden persisted, pulling out to halt his teasing.

Tears welled up in Elyse’s eyes as she felt a profound emptiness. She cried out, “I do. I love it when you go rough. Please, don’t stop.”

Hearing the words he desired, Jayden felt a surge of satisfaction. He then spread her with his fingers and thrust into her relentlessly.

Elyse immediately felt a rush of sensation.

Jayden thrust into her forcefully, repeatedly. Her cries softened into murmurs of pleasure.

Eventually, Jayden could no longer contain himself. He pressed Elyse against the wall, holding her waist firmly as he moved with intense vigor.

The duration was uncertain, but when she could no longer stand, he gently carried her to the bathroom.

Surrounded by the warm water, before she could adjust, he entered her with force again. Elyse arched her back in delight, her gaze drifting.

As he moved, Jayden asked, “Do you enjoy it?”

In a daze, Elyse nodded at Jayden’s every word.noveldrama

“Good girl, now say it. Tell me you like how I fuck you hard,” Jayden urged her with a playful grin.

Elyse, her senses blurred, managed to say, “I like how you fuck me hard.”

He pressed further. “How about we do this every day?”

Overwhelmed by the intensity, Elyse trembled, tears streaming down her face as she whimpered, “Okay.”

“So you like me enough to want to have a baby with me?” Jayden asked, his voice tinged with nervousness.

“Yes, I want to have your baby,” Elyse responded, her mind clouded, nodding eagerly with a moan of pleasure.

The aroma of dinner wafted through the mansion as Driscoll made his way upstairs to summon Jayden and Elyse.

Upon Jayden’s descent, Driscoll’s eyes widened. “Sir, your face…” he trailed off, noting the angry mark.

Jayden’s fingers grazed the spot where Elyse had slapped him. He turned, wounded pride evident in his expression as he sought out Elyse’s gaze.

Catching his reproachful look, Elyse met it with blazing defiance before turning on her heel with a contemptuous huff.

Though anger simmered beneath his surface, Jayden remained silent, absently nursing his stinging cheek.

Driscoll observed the familiar dance of tension between them, recognizing another of their disputes.

“Sir, what have you done to upset her this time?” Driscoll inquired carefully. “She’s never raised her hand without cause.”

.

.

.