Chapter 145: My Husband, My King
Lorelai’s eyes widened as Rhaegar’s manhood swelled even further inside her. Once again, she was reminded of the night when he had almost torn her apart, and her entire body trembled, terrified.
"Ah! I can’t... it feels strange, Rhaegar...!" she cried, her voice tinged with fear.
"Strange? Do you mean you don’t like it?" he murmured, biting her neck with his sharp teeth. He then bit her shoulder, and finally her breast in quick succession, sending shivers down Lorelai’s body.
His bright amber eyes burned with an almost unrestrained excitement and he continued. "Lorelai... I thought I told you many times before to always be honest with me? So tell me, do you really not like it?"
She couldn’t reply. The dull, stretching pain between her legs made her gasp uncontrollably, still scared for her own safety, and she bit her lip as her hand moved to rest on her slightly swollen belly. For a moment, she feared she might tear if he grew any larger.
Still, Lorelai shook her head, hot tears streaming down her face. "Ahh, yes..." she gasped, struggling to compose herself. Taking several deep breaths, she added. "I... can still handle it."
She forced herself to catch her breath and reached out to cup his cheek with a trembling hand.
"I want to be strong for you tonight," she whispered, her voice unsteady yet resolute. "I want to be good for you..."
Everything she said was true. This night was far too important for her to be meek. No matter what was awaiting her, she knew she had to endure it. For her own sake.