The Substitute Bride Is Reborn and Loves Her Husband No more - Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Why does it hurt?
Rolan just happily took the slap Rose gave him. Later, he wheeled her to a more secure part of the beach. His quiet steps danced beside her. He gently brought her hand over his face, then looked at her and said,

“You can slap me a second time, Rose. Slap me. I’m not afraid. I’m giving you permission. Hate me if you want, but I’ll still make you feel something. You shouldn’t hate me, Rose. Not for any reason.”

Rose began to bite her lip, chest rising and falling rapidly. She could hear both her own heartbeat and his. She didn’t know how to feel—only that she felt like she was floating.

Rose pouted her lips, tried to compose herself, and looked away. “Rolan, get back to normal. Don’t look at me with those eyes.”

Her emotions were a mess. Why couldn’t she let go of Rolan? Why did everything he said affect her so deeply? She should let go. That’s how it should be. But no—his words, his voice, his actions—they all still shook her.

A bird in the sky made a sound, a reminder she wasn’t alone. Tiny creatures moved around them on the sand.

“Rolan, stop,” she mumbled.

Rolan glanced at her and smiled. “Stop? Why should I, Rose?”

He didn’t take her seriously. He knelt between her legs, as if teasing her. But then he noticed her discomfort. Rising to his feet, he carefully lifted her in his arms and laid her gently on the sand.

Rose gulped as he placed her down like a sacrifice. Her eyes never left his. He looked at her for a moment, as if waiting—for her to say no, to stop him.

But Rose swallowed and whispered, “Continue, Rolan. I have no problem.”

That was all he needed. With her consent, he leaned down and kissed the inside of her thigh. His lips moved slowly, inching upward, feather-like, each kiss sending sparks through her.

“Tell me when you’re uncomfortable,” he said softly, raising his head to meet her eyes.

He’d kissed up to where her panties began. Then, with a teasing smile, he gave that spot a kiss too. His fingers slid to the waistband, gently pulling it down.

Intimate actions follow.

“What have I gotten myself into?” Rose thought, biting her lip. She had just given Rolan permission to be this close—this intimate.

“Rolan…” she called out, then fell silent. She didn’t even understand what she wanted. For him to stop? For him to continue? She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and followed her instincts.

There’s no harm, she told herself. It’s just sex. Just with Rolan. Nothing could go wrong… right?

With her panties off, Rolan was now kissing her—there.

—

“You’re still alive, Rose,” Rolan murmured. She knew that tone. That mood.

“Please come back,” she said quietly.

He was horny. She could tell. He was using her injured legs as an excuse to get close, to take advantage.

Rose should have trembled. But instead, she said firmly, “Okay now, Rolan. I’m serious. Back off. I’m not going to let you take advantage of me.”

Her voice was solid.

Rolan raised an eyebrow, froze—

And then…

He leaned in to kiss her thigh, an action which shocked Rose.

“Why does it hurt? Why does it hurt, Rolan?” she said, but stopped mid-sentence, almost biting her tongue when she suddenly felt something stirring below her belly.

“Rose, you see? You still feel something,” Rolan said, starting to move forward, pinching her thigh.

“Ah, Rolan…”

The way Rolan pinched her thigh—she was shocked. She thought she couldn’t feel anything in that place, but she could feel it. Then why? Why couldn’t she walk if she could still feel such sensations?

Her emotions built up. Her chest tightened. Tears welled in her eyes.

“Rolan, I want you to do what you just did again. Just do it.”

She didn’t care about hatred or anything else. She wanted to experience that feeling again, to know it, as a reminder that there was still a possibility for her—that she wouldn’t remain crippled forever.

Rolan smiled, hearing her words. “Yes. You are going to be able to walk again. Don’t be afraid. You will be able to walk again.”

As Rose gave him permission, Rolan leaned in and pinched her thigh again. Rose bit her bottom lip and watched as she trembled, staring at his actions.

Her hand moved to her thigh, as if she didn’t want to forget to give any other place attention. Rose wasn’t reacting enough—just the way he wanted her to. She was holding everything back. But she didn’t have to.

She could moan as she wanted. The place was private, except for workers far off in their own spaces. She could moan as loudly as she wanted, however she wanted. No one would come to discover her.

Rose let it all go.

“Moan for me,” he said.

The way he came to tease her private place—”Ah,” a moan escaped her, as if she were obedient to his words. Drops of sweat formed on her skin. Rolan smiled, seeing the way she reacted. His gut stirred, aroused by the sound of her voice—her moan.

“Yes, Rose. You should moan for me. The only man who should make your heart beat. The only one who should make your heart race. Moan like this for me. You should always. You should always.”

With Rose reacting to him, Rolan couldn’t control himself and went on—kissing and sucking on her private place. The action brought sudden emotions to Rose, memories that made her cry at night. She let herself go and moaned freely.

Rolan didn’t stop.

Rose was trembling. Her thigh trembled as if trying to escape from him. But Rolan held her tightly, stopping her from taking any action or trying to escape.

“Accept me, Rose. Handle me,” he whispered.

Then he continued speaking between her thighs, his tongue working like magic. Rose became a moaning mess. Her lips trembled. Rolan sucked her harder, as if it were his own body inside her moving, which sent Rose into climax.

“Rolan…” Her hand reached for something to hold. It was the sand. The pleasure was too immense for her. Rolan didn’t stop. He continued using his tongue to pleasure her, until he felt her soaking wet on him. A smile curled up on his face.