Obviously, It's My Child - Chapter 237
Erich locked his hands around Claire’s, took the letter, crumpled it, and threw it onto the floor.
He kissed Claire roughly, as if forcefully taking her lips, pressing her onto the bed, causing her body to squirm.
“Ouch!”
His palm pressed down, pinching her signet ring between her hands, making it painful.
Even though she moaned, he didn’t release her; instead, his hand pressed harder. Claire tugged at his hair without mercy.
“If you want to leave someone else’s seal on my palm, feel free to do so.”
“…You’re really troublesome.”
Erich sighed, then lowered his head again, biting Claire’s ear.
He gnawed from the back of her ear to her collarbone, leaving marks along her neck. It was incredibly irritating.
If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t be feeling this way. And yet, here he was, even caring about someone like Ludendorff.
When he showed his displeasure, Claire complained.
“Stop it. It hurts.”
But the response of the body beneath him was anything but painful. He placed his hand on her lower abdomen.
Claire let out a sigh of pleasure.
“Just stay still for a moment.”
She grabbed his hand.
Although it felt like it wouldn’t be enough to cool his desire even if he tore her apart, it was actually Erich who was immobilized.
He thought she would push him away, but Claire didn’t do that. Instead, she let herself go, keeping his hand on her lower abdomen and sagged.
“Your hand’s warm, I like it.”
“Are you asking me to beg?”
“Begging won’t work. I’m on my period, remember? You’re not thinking of anything improper, are you?”
“Claire.”
Erich spoke with an irritated tone. Claire shamelessly replied.
“Instead of thinking about something else, how about you just give a little care for your sick wife?”
He wasn’t unaware of what she was asking for.
But right now? Was she serious?
Seeing his twisted face, Claire couldn’t help but laugh.
“If you stroke my stomach, I might touch you back.”
She said generously, placing her hand on Erich’s stomach before sliding it lower.
Up until then, Erich’s face had remained porcelain white despite his frown, but now it became red.
“Claire, aren’t you afraid of anything?”
He clenched his teeth and gripped her hand tightly, preventing her from moving.
Claire’s eyes curved sweetly.
“Shall I just not touch and watch instead? I don’t mind doing it here.”
Erich gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to escape, but he didn’t want to lose either.
The only way he could regain the upper hand here was to push her into excitement and drive her reason away. But that would be impossible today.
Claire undid the button on his pants.
“Hah.”
In the end, he surrendered. Hot breath spilled over Claire’s lips.
Claire’s breath quickened in response. Though her lower abdomen still ached and her body felt sluggish, she was satisfied seeing him trembling under her control.
Erich placed his hands beside her face and began to move his hips.
The only thing that touched was Claire’s hand, yet their heated breaths mixed as if they had merged at the deepest point.
“Claire.”
“I have something I’m curious about.”
It was when Claire whispered those words.
Knock knock!
A small knock sounded, but the two, completely absorbed in each other, didn’t register the sound.
The door suddenly swung open.
“Mom, Dad!”
Elliott shouted in an excited voice, wide-eyed, as he looked at the bed.
“Oh, you’re here?”
Claire tried to hide her breathlessness, but her voice came out in ragged breaths. Her face was as red as if she was burning up.
“Mom, does it still hurt a lot?”
Now that she thought about it, she had mentioned being in pain.
Elliott’s expression turned gloomy, but then he noticed Erich on Claire’s other side, writhing in discomfort, covered in sheets.
“Is Dad hurting too?”
“I’m fine.”
“Really? It looks like Dad is hurting.”
William, who had followed Elliott, made an “Oh” shape with his mouth.
Claire’s face turned an even deeper shade of red like a boiling pot.
William gently placed his hand on Elliott’s shoulder.
“Alright, Elliott. If you want a sibling, you can’t disturb Mom and Dad.”
“A sibling?”
Elliott’s eyes sparkled. Claire’s face turned even more red.
“What are you talking about?!”
“Lock the door next time, if you can.”
William said that casually as he walked out, closing the door behind him.
Claire slapped Erich’s shoulder, who was still in pain.
The last person to close the door wasn’t Erich but the butler who had brought the letter, and he hadn’t heard the knock either, but Claire needed someone to blame.
***
The departure was two days later.
A luxury passenger ship was chartered from Bismarck port.
People thought the Duke and Duchess would board, but in reality, it was the Duke’s staff, including his aides, who boarded the ship.
Claire and Erich, accompanied only by Maximilian and four guards, boarded William’s ship.
“Wow!”
From the moment they boarded, Elliott’s mouth hung open.
William’s ship wasn’t a pure steamship but a clipper. It had the very masts and lookout towers that Elliott had been so curious about.
He craned his neck to look up, spotting the small lookout tower.
From there, he saw the rope ladder hanging down and cheered excitedly.
Uncle Will, who had received the most affection from Elliott in recent days, bowed gracefully and said,
“Welcome aboard the Skull Pirates, Lord Elliot.”
“Welcome! Lord Elliot!”
The crew immediately saluted in unison.
Of course, the ship’s name wasn’t actually “Skull Pirates.”
It was a cargo ship with its own rules and structure, but the crew wouldn’t have performed such formalities.
If they were real pirates, it would have been even more unlikely.
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