328: I haven't missed you at all (part 2)

I haven't missed you at all (part 2)

Intercourse with Egon was a genuine source of bliss in Adela's life, capable of easing the burden of stress caused by the dark clouds that always seemed to surround them.0

Every time she engaged in physical activities with him, she discovered new insights into the art of making love. And this occasion was no exception; she discovered herself becoming more adept at controling her contractions around his erected member. By doing so, she realized that she could extend the journey he guided her on before she orgasmed.

The friction between them had never been so scorching, and she sincerely wished it would never fade.

"Adelaide," he moaned deeply, losing himself inside of her.

In the back of her mind, she was aware that they should be having a conversation at this moment, but holding Egon close had a therapeutic effect on both of them. His mood consistently improved when they communicated following such intimacy, and his energy seemed to surge the closer she was to him.

"No," he protested, his eyes closed, his brow furrowing. "Stay with me."

Honoring her husband's plea, she quieted her thoughts, focusing on her walls that started squeezing his penis harder.

"Hah… Aah.."

His lustrous dark hair clung to his forehead, and his bronze skin glistened with moisture with tiny beads of sweat marking his brow and neck. His lips were red and swollen as he moaned, and his head was slightly tilted backward. Both of his palms gripped her behind firmly, supporting her weight while she straddled him.

Her heart raced, and she found herself thinking that her husband could have been a little less handsome; his level of attractiveness was almost painfully exquisite.

She glanced down at the spot where their bodies met and observed how his erection vanished and reappeared as he penetrated her. There was no pain, only an acute sense of joy. Her body had grown accustomed to his touch and his size much more than before.

She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by her love for him.

His fingers gently grasped her hair, tilting her head backward in a gentle request for eye contact. His brown eyes, full of relief and warmth, melted into hers as they searched for something meaningful in her gaze and found it.

"Come," he half begged, half ordered her.

She tensed, a thunderstorm inside of her veins as she found her long-awaited release. She convulsed, again and again. Forgetting everything else, all that remained in her mind was her husband, releasing his warm liquid inside of her.

His expression softened as he held her close.

I love you...

Neither of them spoke those three simple words anymore. It puzzled her why verbalizing their love had become so difficult, yet the depth of their affection was evident in every gesture and touch.

It had become their customary practice to maintain a connection long after making love, so as a deliberate act of defiance, she purposefully put some distance between them, easing him out of her and taking a step back on somewhat unsteady feet, she smoothed her gown down and then locked her gaze directly into his eyes once more.

"Where were you, Egon?"

She despised the vulnerability in her voice and quickly attempted to adopt a more stern tone.

"You departed without disclosing your destination and then arrived unannounced."

He stood tall, looming over her as he pulled his undergarments up. "...I was in Kolhis. I resolved my business there swiftly and returned here."

Business? How was that even an explanation?

"...I am your wife, yet I was left without an explanation."

He turned his face away from her.

"I specifically asked Andreas to keep an eye on you. You weren't supposed to leave my estate and return here." He appeared genuinely unaware of what had occurred in Lanark during his absence as he sighed heavily. "...Who knows what Uncle Leopold and Bastian were up to all alone there," he muttered, more to himself than to her.

She bit the inside of her cheek, grappling with how to divulge what had happened with Bastian in his room without further straining the relationship between the two brothers.

"...Bastian wished to pledge his knightly oath of fealty to me."

If that didn't strike Egon as peculiar, she wasn't sure what would. However, his face and eyes remained inscrutable upon hearing this news.

"...I can't discern your thoughts if you don't voice them," she stated the obvious.

He grimaced and then distanced himself with a few steps.

"You argue with your brother, then you depart without a word about your destination. None of your actions are explainable. What do you make of Bastian's recent behavior? You must inform me."

Egon's hands raked through his hair in frustration. "I went to Kolhis to grant him the financial independence he desired."

She furrowed her brow. Egon succumbing to his brother's requests at this particular time, especially when Bastian was heavily influenced by Aldric, was far from a wise decision.

"Weren't you insistent on discussing his needs instead of granting him financial autonomy? Why the change in your stance?"

He cast another glance at her, his emotional barriers towering resolutely between them.

"I'm running out of ideas, Adela. I don't know how to handle him."

"Why do you feel you have to shoulder all of this alone when we can discuss it and find the best way to reach him together? Why act as if you're still carrying all your concerns by yourself?"

"When have we had the chance to talk and not taken it? So many things are happening; it feels like we barely have enough time to address our problems let alone discuss my worries and find solutions." His gaze hardened. "I thought he was avoiding you, and it seemed like you were doing the same. When did he offer you his pledge as a knight?"

She swallowed nervously. "I went to his room as soon as you left for Kolhis." Her own words left a bitter taste in her mouth.

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