155: 29 I'll take it seriously

29 I'll take it seriously

Nuri’s POV

I heard Sibyl at the door, but when I entered the room, she hid herself in the quilt and pretended to be asleep.

I laughed. Who would sleep with their head under the covers?

I motioned Amy out of the room with my eyes, and then I stood by the bed and looked at Sibyl.

She seems to be competing with me for patience.

“How long are you going to hide under the covers?” I asked her.

She pulled the quilt tighter.

I was afraid she would faint from lack of air, so I reached under the covers and held her hand.

Her body trembled a little when I touched her.

“You're not so shy when you're drunk,” I said, laughing.

I have a picture of her drunk today. Her face was like a red apple, her eyes were wet and her body smelled of alcohol. She's really drunk. She hugged me tightly and said to me in a coquettish voice.

“I don't want you to marry Azaria. I don't want you to marry any other woman.”

“Don't love anyone but me, okay?”

I was stunned. Sibyl has always been a gentle, shy and introverted woman. Although our relationship has been getting better, she is still very careful in front of me. She is not the kind of person who is good at expressing her emotions. Every time she encountered unhappy things, she always put the mood in her heart, tasting her own sadness.

I know she knows about my engagement to Azaria. I thought she would ask me, but she didn't. She hid it in her heart and served me as usual.

I was a little angry and a little sad about it. She represses her emotions too much, which means she won't be able to express them freely in front of me.

I want her to be jealous and even angry with me, and I want her to express possessiveness towards me instead of being an understanding wife.

No wife will be considerate enough to share her husband with another woman unless her husband is unimportant to her.

Today, after I got home from the army, I heard she had been going to Azaria's party. I fidgeted at the thought that she might be bullied at the party.

I rode my horse to Windsor Castle and found the drunken Sibyl.

It's a good thing I came on time, or I couldn't imagine what would have happened.

Sibyl is drunk. I guess she must have been drinking hard liquor. She slept, then opened her eyes and looked at me, holding me tight.

Then she said the words I'll never forget.

“Don't love anyone but me, okay?”

I carried her into the bedroom and patted her on the back. “Yes, I promise.”

I wasn't sure if she could hear me because she was very drunk.

I know that drunk people will say what she wants to say the most, will do what she usually dare not do.

Sibyl hugged me and continued, “I don't want to share my husband... I will be sad... You are mine and only mine... Only I can touch you, not other women.”

I held her close and comforted her, “OK... no problem...”

She cried and asked me, “Do you love me?”

I never said the word“Love” to her, except during s.ex. Every time we have s.ex, right before we come, I like to ask her, “Do you love me?”

She always answers me crying, “I love you.”

I sometimes answer her“I love you too”.

However, most of what we say during s.ex is motivated by passion. I don't say“I love you” during the day. To be honest, I haven't said“I love you” to anyone since my parents died.

Drunk Sibyl continued to cry and asked me, “Do you love me?”

Her eyes are wet and my heart is wet too.

I touched her head. “I love you.”

I thought she would calm down and go to sleep, but she suddenly pinned me to the bed. She lay on top of me and took off my clothes.

“I want to give you a baby.” Her face reddened, not only from being drunk, but also from shyness.

I didn't think she'd want to have my baby.

Our marriage was not born of love. She was forced to marry me.

Because of my parents' death, she felt some guilt and was afraid that I would be angry with her. Besides, a lot of people are not friendly to her. She doesn't live an easy life. So, I used to think she didn't want to have kids in this situation.

I'm touched, but I'm not going to have s.ex with her right now. She is so drunk that she needs to rest now. I'm afraid she said it only because she was drunk, and she'll regret it when she sobers up.

She is too thin and weak. It will be hard for her to get pregnant now.

I lay on the bed and held her, coaxed her like a child. She fell asleep quickly.

I looked at her face blankly.

Back to the present *

Sibyl hid under the covers and her voice came from inside. “I forgot what I said when I was drunk. Please forgive me if I said something to offend you.”

What does she mean? Does she want to take back what she said?

I said seriously, “I never break my word, and I don't want you to. I'll take anything you say seriously. If you forget what you said, I can repeat it to you.”

“Please!” Sibyl got out of bed and covered my mouth.

I still pretended to be serious, but I was happy.

Sitting on the bed, she patted her head in frustration. “Today is my first time drinking. I didn't know I could drink so badly. I promise I won't drink again.”

“You really can't hold your liquor. From now on, you can only drink with me, understand?”

She nodded.

“Did Azaria bully you today?”

When she heard Azaria's name, she was clearly upset.

“No,” she said in a low voice.

“Look at me.” I cupped her chin, made her look me in the eye, “I don't know where you found out about my relationship with Azaria. I don't know how you see it now. But I'm telling you, I have nothing to do with Azaria. We were never formally engaged. I never wanted to marry her, and I never will. Do you understand?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“And you are my wife. If someone bullies you in the future, you must tell me. You cannot be sad alone, do you understand?” 1

She nodded.

I'm relieved. I don't think she'll be sad about it.

……

Late at night, I touched her body, “You have to eat more. You are too thin.”

“Okay.” She snuggled into my arms and rested her head on my arm.

“When did you want to have my baby?”

She buried her head in my chest and didn't speak.

“It's not too late for you to regret it, or I'll take it seriously,” I said.

She shook her head. “I don't regret it.”

I bit her ear. “Then I'll take it seriously.”

She nodded.

I touched her breasts and got hot.

She responded with a soft moan.

I held her down, caressed her, from chest to waist, then to p.ussy, and felt her body tremble for me.

Her breathing was getting short.

“I love you,” I whispered in her ear.

Tears welled up in her slightly closed eyes. I kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes. With one thrust, I entered her body in her long groans.

As my f.uck went on, she cried more and more. Her tears kept falling from the corner of her eyes, and they fell on the pillow.

I kissed her and coaxed her gently.

My movements became more and more gentle, and she moaned comfortably with her eyes closed.

“Well... don't cry. Honey... Honey... Don' t cry...” I comforted her lovingly.

I slowed down and changed my position. We lay on our sides facing each other. I lifted one of her legs and adjusted it. I f.ucked in and out, kissing her gently.

“Oh, yeah... you can only love me,” she said.

“Okay.” I promised her.

“Oh... faster...” she raised her ass, greeted my f.uck.

“... Oh... I'm dying...” she moaned as she contracted her wall.

I pressed her shoulder, and the f.uck went fast and hard and deep. Her eyes were empty with her body trembling. Her toes curled up, and her p.ussy became hotter and wetter.

I couldn't help it. I stopped a little bit and f.ucked again, then held her and ejaculated.

Both of us were tired after s.ex, holding each other and panting. I took a warm towel and gave her a good wipe, then lay down and put my arms around her and went to sleep.

In the dream, she called my name, “Nuri...”

I feel in a good mood.

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