Blair took the birth control pill every day at this time.
As she often spent the night being harassed by him and woke up half asleep, she thought that in the morning he would forget, and during the day she was busy with her own things.
At night, once I started with him, I wouldn't keep my mind until dawn, so I couldn't either.
That's why I had decided to take it at this intermediate hour.
—As if I don't take it now, I might forget...
Blair reached toward the nightstand.
On the table was the bottle of pills that he had taken out.
Seeing him, Herdin's gaze grew cold.
He didn't like that desperate gesture of trying to grab the bottle at all costs.
Was it that this woman only cared about completing this contract marriage smoothly?
Didn't you consider any other possibility?
Do you have time to think about those things while you're doing this with me?
I'm going crazy for you, and she...
It bothered him greatly that there was room in this woman's mind for thoughts other than him to sneak in.
—It seems like you have time to think about other things.
The moment Blair's hand touched the bottle, Herdin moved his hip.
—Ah!
From the impact, Blair's body staggered and the jar fell to the ground.
Herdin, forcibly diverting his gaze from Blair who was heading towards the small table, whispered:
—A day without taking it nothing happens.
—Oh, no.
Blair's face paled.
Seeing that face caused him sadism and at the same time irritated him.
He, covering her lips with his so that she could no longer resist, thrust his hips sharply.
From the beginning it was not time to stop.
—Hmph…
Blair, as if resisting him, stifled her moans.
But Herdin was not going to allow that.
He roared in a harsh voice, as if coming from his throat:
—Moan.
The thrusts that pushed her insistently became more and more violent.
Every time his erect, hard penis penetrated her mercilessly, crashing against her inner walls, it took her breath away.
—Ah, ugh…!
Uhm!
It was a battle in which he had no chance from the beginning.
Herdin, even after hearing those moans, did not stop.
The woman was warm and soft.
When he hugged her, she smelled good, and when he bit her, she tasted sweet.
Sinking into his lap, a swamp from which he could not get out, made everything distant.
But along with that fullness, he felt a restlessness as if, even if he held her in his arms, she would disappear.
Like a handful of sand that squeezes in your hand.
That's why he harassed Blair more insistently.
Because when she burst into tears and reacted to him, the more real it seemed to him that she was in his arms.
Herdin lifted Blair's legs onto his shoulders.
As the penetration went even deeper, Blair's face twisted as if she were going to cry, and she found that very satisfying.
It was the moment he finally brushed against the bottom of her that both of their held breaths erupted.
—Hic, ah…!
Herdin, ejaculating inside her, pushed her deeper and deeper.
He felt a twisted desire boiling in him to fill his entire interior with his semen.
The heavy breathing calmed little by little, and Blair's eyes, which had been cloudy, regained focus.
Her wet eyes showed all the resentment she felt towards him.
Blair pushed on his chest.
Although it was impossible for him to allow himself to be moved by such little force, Herdin, surprisingly, moved away meekly.
Blair sat up to pick up the jar that had fallen on the rug under the bed.
At that moment, his legs lost strength and he collapsed hopelessly.
But as if it didn't matter, Blair took a pill out of the bottle and swallowed it.
Because I was in a hurry, the pill, which I normally couldn't swallow without water, passed by.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
I couldn't have a child right now.
Because that son, in all likelihood, would not be Aziel.
Aziel was his driving force.
If she couldn't see that adorable child again, her second life, achieved like a miracle, had no meaning to her.
Thinking that she could have lost that child because of that made her blood run cold.
Herdin, who had been silently watching Blair, who couldn't even get up and was sitting on the carpet, lifted her into his arms.
Blair did not reject his hands, but in her eyes, which met his, a resentment that was impossible to hide was reflected.
Herdin sighed and opened his mouth.
—In the remote case that you get pregnant, I will be responsible...
—…No, that's not going to happen.
Blair's voice, who interrupted him, trembled slightly.
But the words that followed, after he composed himself, were firm, without any hesitation.
—We're getting divorced.
As indicated in the contract.
—
Herdin, after bathing, entered the bedroom with the simple breakfast that the maid gave him.
Blair was lying with her back to him.
His small body, buried in the sheets, seemed even smaller.
It seemed like she was pretending to sleep, but he wasn't stupid enough not to notice.
Herdin observed that figure with his coldly absorbed eyes.
It had been like this since the night before.
When he held her, she meekly let him hold her, but that was all.
Blair wasn't resisting, but he could tell.
That she simply endured stoically for that night to end.
That she knew that was the maximum resistance she could offer, that's why she acted like that.
Herdin placed the tray on the small table and lifted Blair to sit her up.
But Blair slipped quietly out of his arms.
—…I'll take it later.
-Because?
-I don't feel well.
I want to rest.
At the sight of Blair, who wouldn't even look him in the eye, Herdin's lips twitched.
Now he didn't even fast.
Herdin placed the tray in front of Blair.
Seeing her, his fine brow furrowed.
-I don't want to eat now...
At that moment, Herdin, who had cupped Blair's face in his hands, pressed his lips to hers.
Between their joined lips, he passed her a sweet fruit juice.
It was the strawberry that was on top of the pancake.
Blair, surprised by the sudden kiss, swallowed the strawberry that had accidentally landed in her mouth.
Then the lips parted.
Herdin wiped the strawberry juice from her lips with his thumb and looked at her.
Blair's eyes, which had widened in surprise, now twisted as if they were going to cry.
With eyes full of resentment.
But even if that image seemed pretty to him, it would be because this woman had been born with a terribly beautiful face.
Herdin put the fork in Blair's hand.
-Coma.
Because I'm not going to stop giving it to him until he's done.
Although it seemed like an invitation, Blair knew it was actually more of a threat.
And also that what he meant by "give it to her" was not in the usual sense, but the same as the action he himself had just performed.
Blair looked back and forth between the food in front of her and him, then put down her fork.
A suffocating silence settled between them.
Blair, staring into his eyes, opened her mouth.
-…I don't want to.
—…
-I really hate you...
…To be continued