The Substitute Bride Is Reborn and Loves Her Husband No more - Chapter 68

Chapter 68: inpatient wolf

Rolan looked at her, his eyes dark and unreadable, his smile soft yet sinking into her heart. She knew what was coming.

The moment his lips crashed against hers, it felt like electricity surging through her body. His tongue tangled with hers, stealing her breath, leaving her dizzy and wanting more.

His hands wandered down to her curves, caressing it as he kissed her deeper. The warmth in her belly built up again, intensifying with every touch, every kiss. Rose felt like moaning—she wanted to, but she held herself back.

Rolan pulled away slightly, their lips parting with a soft sound, his gaze locked onto hers.

“Don’t hold back,” he murmured. “If you keep quiet, I won’t give you what you want.”

Rose’s chest rose and fell in a rhythmic motion, her body betraying her. She glared at him, her voice unsteady.

“I want your touch,” she admitted. “But I don’t need you. Get out of here.”

Rolan chuckled, his amusement evident. “Your mouth says one thing, but your body tells the truth. Look at yourself—if you really wanted me to leave, you would’ve pushed me away.”

Rose’s eyes widened. She glanced down, realizing with shock that her arms were wrapped tightly around him.

“You—it’s not like that,” she stammered, her face burning with embarrassment.

Rolan chuckled again, and before she could react, he crashed his lips onto hers, stealing her breath once more.

“You talk too much,” he murmured against her lips.

She barely had time to process his words before he deepened the kiss, their lips molding together, their tongues meeting in a heated dance.

Down below, Rolan’s hands moved to her belly, rubbing it slowly, back and forth. Rose noticed something—he seemed to like touching her there. And every time he did, it sent tingles across her body.

Her skin was burning, her body heating up.

But Rolan was still teasing her, just kissing her, doing nothing serious. She needed more.

Her wolf was growing impatient.

“Why don’t you get to the point already?” Rose said breathlessly.

Rolan chuckled darkly. “I always knew you liked it rough. You act innocent, but deep down…” His eyes darkened.

“No worries,” he whispered, his voice dangerously low. “I’ll give it to you rough—just the way you like it.”

His words sent shivers down her spine. There was something about the way he said it—a promise, a warning, a threat.

Rose bit her lip unconsciously, her body tensing in anticipation.

Slow, yet fast—Rolan slid down, his lips trailing over her skin.

Then, he bit her bosom.

A gasp tore from Rose’s lips, followed by uncontrollable moans. Her body trembled with arousal.

“You like it rough,” Rolan said huskily, his voice thick with desire.

Then, he bit the other side, making Rose cry out.

“Oh my God, Rolan,” she moaned. “I want more.” Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes—she just wanted more.

Every single touch, every single bite was driving her insane. They hadn’t even fully started, yet she already felt like she was floating in bliss.

“I’ll give you what you want,” Rolan murmured against her skin. “Just be patient.”

His lips wrapped around her nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, right where milk was meant to come out.

Rose’s fingers dug into the soft couch as she clung to reality, lost in the sensation.

Her eyes rolled back as they glowed, and she tried to pull herself back to reality—away from the heaven she had just drifted into. Was this her body? Was this really her? Rose couldn’t understand. All she knew was that she felt unbearably aroused.

Her body was hypersensitive, and Roland’s touch was intoxicating. Before she could fully process her emotions, he began sucking on her nipples, his hands teasing them. The overwhelming pleasure made it impossible for Rose to resist the urges flooding her.

Her fingers tangled in his soft, slightly damp hair, pulling him closer as she craved more of his touch. She wanted him to go deeper, to consume her completely. From where she lay, she could see the faint red glow in Roland’s eyes. Then, she felt the heat of his arousal pressing against her thigh.

“I can’t take it anymore, Rose,” Roland growled, his voice low and strained. “I’ve been holding back for too long.”

Rose’s breath hitched as she looked at him, her mind clouded with desire. Before she could say anything, she saw him unbuckling his pants. Her eyes widened, and she quickly shut them, not ready to see what he had just revealed.

With her eyes closed, she clutched onto the couch tightly, her thigh trembling as she swallowed hard. She knew what was coming.

One of his hands was still teasing her breasts when, slowly, she felt his fingers trailing down, inching toward her core. The anticipation was unbearable. Just as he reached the edge of her entrance, he suddenly stopped.

Rose’s eyes snapped open, confusion flashing across her face. Roland was watching her with a soft smirk.

“What is it?” she asked, breathless.

Roland licked his lips, his voice husky as he murmured, “You’ll have to forgive me from now on, Rose, because I’m not holding back anymore. I’ve endured long enough.”

Before she could react, Roland moved swiftly, his glowing red eyes locking onto hers as her body trembled in response.

Her hands left the couch, reaching for him, her nails digging into his skin as he pushed inside her—fast and deep. It felt strange at first, but there was no pain; she was already so wet.

“You’re too sweet, Rose,” Roland moaned, his voice dripping with pleasure.

Rose held onto him tightly, trying to suppress the tears welling up in her eyes. As he moved within her, each thrust sent waves of heat crashing through her, an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. It felt as if the intensity would destroy her and set her free at the same time.

Roland started slow, but soon his movements became rougher, faster. Rose moaned, her lips parting, only to swallow the sounds again. But then she remembered—

The entire house was soundproof.

The parlor, the room—no one could hear them.

Realizing this, she finally let go, her moans filling the space.

“Are you close?” Roland rasped, thrusting harder, his voice thick with need.

Rose couldn’t even answer—her body was too lost in sensation. She felt the heat of his smirk against her skin before surrendering completely to the moment.