Romancing My Husband

Chapter 2

Elle's POV

I got no answer from Navid. Instead, his jaw only tightened. Even the veins on his neck became visible, and it made him hotter in my eyes. My desire to be f****d by him only intensified.

He thrust his throbbing c**k into my waiting heat once again. In one swift motion, he almost fully buried himself inside me, only a few inches of his c**k left out, and it almost made me lose my sanity.

The pleasure of his c**k filling me was so intense, so good, that I couldn’t help but wrap my legs around his waist, making him sink deeper into me.

A pleasurable moan escaped my lips. When he pushed even deeper, I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I clung to his neck, my legs still wrapped tightly around him.

But Navid violently grabbed my hands from his neck and pinned them above my head. I swallowed when I saw the anger in his eyes.

I quickly chastised myself.

Stupid, Elle! You shouldn’t have done that!

“I’m sorry, Navid. I didn’t—”

“I already told you not to touch me!” he said angrily, his sharp eyes locked on mine. “You will be punished.”

My heart rate doubled at his words—not out of fear, but excitement. My already wet heat grew even wetter.

Slut. That was what Navid called me whenever he was drunk or angry. And maybe he was right. Maybe I really was a slut, but only for him. Because I didn’t have any other man to give my body to. Only Navid.

While still pinning my hands, one of his hands moved down to my left breast. He caressed it, focusing on my hardened n****e. He lightly squeezed it, and I couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped me.

I wanted to moan louder, but I forced myself to stay quiet, afraid he might lose interest and leave.

After squeezing, I gasped when he suddenly slapped my n****e.

It was rough, but not entirely. I couldn’t even explain it. But whatever he did made my p***y clench, and it wasn’t from pain.

Navid seemed to like that. He did the same to my right n****e, and my body reacted even more. He repeated it until both my breasts were flushed red. I felt the sting, the heat. My eyes watered, but I held back my tears.

I would never let him see me cry. Never.

I thought he was done, so I was surprised when he leaned down and gently licked my breasts. He traced his tongue over the places he had slapped, over the reddened skin he had marked. Then he sucked my left n****e, making me suck in a sharp breath.

The way he sucked was gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting me again, which I knew wasn’t true. He did the same to my right n****e.

And while he alternated his attention between my breasts, his hips began to move.

Each thrust was deep and forceful, and I couldn’t stop myself anymore from moaning loudly, forgetting what I shouldn't be doing.

“Ohh!” I cried out as his c**k hit that sensitive, electrifying spot inside me.

My fists clenched. The pleasure was overwhelming. I knew I wouldn’t last long.

One of his hands moved to my waist, gripping it tightly as he continued to thrust.

“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” I gasped and moaned, one after another, as his relentless thrusts drove me closer to the edge. The sensation was enough to drive me insane.

I felt him grow even harder inside me. It seemed like he couldn’t hold back either.

He lifted his head from my chest and straightened his back. He released my hands and instead placed both of his hands on my waist. His gaze locked onto mine, intense and consuming.

My desire deepened as I stared back. He looked majestic, like a god. A god of pleasure, ready to ruin me at any moment.

“Navid…” I whispered his name again.

His jaw clenched, his eyes burning with lust. His grip on my waist tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh. But instead of pain, it only made me wetter.

My eyes widened, my mouth falling open as his thrusts suddenly became stronger, faster, and unceasing.

I wanted to keep looking at him, but I couldn’t. My eyes kept closing as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

“Ohh! Ohh! Navid… ohh!”

I felt it. I was close.

One of my hands, still above my head, reached down and grabbed his hand on my waist. I didn’t care anymore how he would react. My mind was consumed by lust.

My grip tightened on his hand while my other hand clutched the sheet.

Navid continued to drive into me, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open. And then I broke.

My thighs tensed, my toes pressing into the bed as I reached my climax.

Navid followed soon after, thrusting a few more times before pulling out. His hand wrapped around his c**k as he stroked himself until he came, groaning like a beast.

Minutes passed in silence after he finished. I wanted to speak, but I stayed quiet. I knew he didn’t want to hear me.

It was even surprising that he did not call me out for moaning loudly.

When his breathing returned to normal, he got off the bed. I watched him as he picked up his clothes from the floor.

After gathering everything, he walked out of the room without a single glance back.

When the door closed, I stared at the ceiling and took a deep breath.

It felt like my heart was being crushed. I wanted to cry, but no tears came. It was as if my eyes had already grown tired of crying.

I shook my head sadly.

When would I ever get used to this… to us?

When strength finally returned to my legs, I stood up. My gaze dropped to my stomach, where traces of Navid’s release still remained.

I gently touched it.

How I wished he would come inside me… make me pregnant.

But I knew that wish was impossible.

He couldn’t even accept that we lived in the same house, so how could he ever want a child with me?

I took another deep breath, forcing myself to stay strong.

“You can do it, Elle,” I whispered. “He’s your husband, and you love him. You won’t give up on him.”

I smiled, even if it felt a little forced.

This marriage was one hell of a fight. My husband was one hell of a beast—and a heartbreaker.

But I was one hell of a fighter.

And I would never back down.

Never.

I would fight for this marriage no matter what.