The Author And Her Protagonist

Edgar climbed into bed and sat on the other side of the bed, not disturbing the woman who was curled up in the blanket.

Initially, he only wanted to rest and had no other plans. However, he gradually became aware of a pair of eyes peering at him from behind the darkness.

The Marquess turned his head and met his gaze with a pair of eyes hidden in the blanket’s shadows.

Edgar was intrigued by this. He shifted his posture to a slight tilt and supported his head, smiling at Cheryl.

“You don’t have to look at me so closely. You are welcome to come here and gaze at your husband as much as you want. In fact, your husband isn’t bothered if you touch him…” Edgar’s voice had a pleasant but ambiguous tone. Cheryl is obviously being intentionally teased.

The little lady under the blanket bit her lower lip. Cheryl’s heart was a little embarrassed by the way Edgar spoke, but compared to the perfunctory behaviour she had been acting all afternoon, she felt no need to hide and pretend to be a very innocent and cultured woman. Allow Edgar to see her as a barbarian. In any case, the young Marquess didn’t seem to mind.

“Do you mind?” Cheryl inquired.

“No.”

“Do you mind if I touch your face?”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Please feel free to touch as much as you want; I won’t mind.”

“Are you certain?”

“Of course,” he says.

The woman bravely stepped out of the blankets and sat across from Edgar, who was lying on his back.

Their position is somewhat ambiguous when viewed from a certain angle, like a couple doing something.

They had been in that situation for some time.

Cheryl summoned the courage to make a request once she was certain Edgar wouldn’t mind.

“Marquess-”

“Call me husband,” Edgar interjected.

Cheryl was startled by Edgar’s sudden voice, and she subconsciously bit her tongue. The lady hissed softly.

The man on the ground narrowed his eyes at the woman. His mischievous nature immediately rose to the surface after hearing a low hiss from Cheryl.

The man reached out and took Cheryl into his arms before whispering softly in her ear.

“We haven’t even started yet. Why are you groaning? Is my lovely wife eager to continue our wedding night …?”

Cheryl was amused by Edgar’s deliberate blowing of warm breath into her ear. She rebelled a little, hoping to keep the naughty lips from kissing her earlobe.

“I’m not groaning!”

She supported herself by resting her palms on Edgar’s chest. Cheryl was stunned when she was about to push.

Edgar had apparently removed the outer layer and was no longer wearing a thick coat, but only a light shirt used as an underlay. Cheryl’s soft palm could feel the warmth of Edgar’s body through the thin cloth. She even moved her index finger slightly to feel how tight the man lying beneath her chest muscles were.

From the young Marquess’ perspective, the feelingless light touch of the woman’s soft hand felt different.

Cheryl fingered without any malice, but the person being touched stiffened. The woman didn’t seem to mind and kept moving her fingers as if admiring a work of art.

Edgar allowed Cheryl’s finger to move back and forth, even drawing a circle on his chest. He was patient and let her play for a little longer. What he didn’t realise was that his body temperature was rising faster than he expected simply because of such a touch. His blood flow converged at one point, causing certain organ to swell uneasily with desire.

This reaction surprised him for the second time. He first reacted to Cheryl when he stole a kiss from her during the wedding dress selection. It’s also a light touch that can elicit a reaction from him.

The young Marquess’ thoughts began to drift into the mist with his ragged breaths.

He called out, “Cheryl.” His voice was hoarse and low, filled with unquenchable desire.

Cheryl was taken aback by Edgar’s hoarse voice. Her innocent eyes were questioningly fixed on Edgar’s face.

“What exactly is it-”

Cheryl hadn’t finished her sentence when Edgar’s handsome face grew larger and drew closer to her, closing the gap.

Cheryl’s tiny lips were captured, imprisoned, and sentenced to severe crushing. Cheryl had no idea she was being pinned underneath the body of a large man.

Edgar’s kissing frequency remained rough and demanding. It didn’t take him long to insert his tongue into her mouth. He poked around, rubbing Cheryl’s soft tongue against his own.

While his space was busy conquering a specific space, his hands were also moving. He stroked Cheryl’s long hair until it reached her earlobe. Cheryl’s body shook slightly as he lightly rubbed it.

Edgar could tell by her reaction that his little wife had sensitive ears.

The man secretly smiled as he discovered a new fact.

Edgar lowered his kiss to her exposed white neck, then lower to her collarbone and left a small bite there, feeling he had conquered a certain mouth until those tiny lips reddened and swelled.

His other hand wandered, slipping into a loose nightgown and rubbing the woman’s back. He was dissatisfied just by touching her shoulders, waist, and the two tight circles below her waist.

The Marquess’ big hand deftly removed the woman’s nightgown.

Cheryl was taken aback when she felt the cold air hit her. She rebelled subconsciously as soon as she realised her dress had been peeled off, even her underwear had vanished.

“Don’t worry about it. Be a good girl, please.” Cheryl was persuaded by Edgar’s low voice.

Cheryl, who was initially shy and wanted to rebel, immediately calmed down, whether Edgar’s voice had a vibration effect or not.

Edgar resumed his pending work, satisfied with his obedient little wife.

His large hand began to explore once more. This time, he found the target quickly and without hesitation. Cheryl’s breasts were cupped in the palm of his hand.

Edgar thought it was soft and comfortable in his hand.

Edgar was unsatisfied with just one squeeze. His hands itched and he squeezed them, occasionally touching the lofty peak on top of the small hill.

Cheryl, who was being bullied below, couldn’t stop the man’s hands from playing with her body. She felt a strangely comfortable sensation as the large warm palm stopped kneading the hillside of her breasts.

The man liked the twin hills, but he preferred the cave of pleasure down there. One hand was gilded, caressing the cave that had taken him to heaven the night before.

He reflected on the previous night’s.

Edgar drank a lot last night while greeting the guests. He was only half conscious when he entered the bridal chamber, and he wasn’t fully enjoying his little wife’s treats. It was enough to make him regret it the rest of the day.

That’s why he exacted his vengeance tonight. He was determined to please his wife.

The fingers of a man are longer and thicker. Especially for someone as skilled as Edgar’s finger, who knew exactly what to touch and what not to touch. To be more specific, he discovered a point of indulgence in his wife’s body.

“Emm,”

Her tiny red, swollen lips groaned. Cheryl realised this and covered her mouth with both hands.

Of course, Edgar was not going to let Cheryl refuse. He gently took his wife’s hand in his and said, “Don’t turn it down. Simply enjoy your husband’s service.”

The man kissed her again, this time from the back of her hand to her forehead, cheek, and the bridge of her nose, finally landing on her lips.

Cheryl, the passive one, felt pampered. How could she not enjoy having the handsome Marquess serve her entire body?

The kiss was intoxicating in and of itself, let alone the massage on her twin hills, then the caresses and thick finger thrusts in the forbidden area, all to send Cheryl flying into the sky and letting it all go.

“Ahh….” Cheryl let out an uncontrollable sigh of contentment.

Cheryl was embarrassed because she felt like a noob, content with finger play.

Edgar observed the women’s brows furrowing and fading into relief. He laughed.

“The real game is just getting started, baby…”

Cheryl, who was already exhausted from one wave of pleasure, sprawled out on the bed sheet. When she saw the man in front of her begin to undress, her beautiful eyes widened.

The thin shirt was yanked off and thrown in any direction. Then his pants were lowered, revealing something that had been standing with such arrogance.

Edgar pounced on his prey who was inching aside after removing the barrier from his body. He lavished Cheryl with kisses from head to toe once more.

He caused the woman’s entire body to sweat. Then came the time of the lovers’ union, which lasted for a while.