The Queen Who Deserves To Be Tainted - Chapter 28.1

“The queen sees me as a lecher, I suppose.”

“Yes? What do you mean…?”

“Is that all you expect from me?”

There was a time when he had asked her why a husband would visit his wife’s chamber if he felt that way. In that moment, Elfreda felt unjustly accused but chose to remain silent, fearing it would only provoke an argument. Meanwhile, Ejnar took her silence as confirmation, and irritation surged within him.

So, this was what she expected of him. She could chatter endlessly about Illene.

Ejnar approached Elfreda, his brow furrowed. She stood there, clutching her dress tightly, watching his expression. The sight of her sent a rush of heat through him.

“Then I should give you what you want.”

“Ah…!“

In one swift motion, he yanked down her dress, his actions so rough she worried it might tear. The startled gasp she let out seemed to trigger him. He immediately pulled her into his arms, causing her head to instinctively turn to the side.

Her delicate neck was now exposed, completely defenseless.

Like a lion pouncing on a white deer, Ejnar buried his face in her neck. His sharp teeth grazed and nibbled, drawing shallow gasps from her as he tormented her most vulnerable spot.

“Ugh…”

That sound sent a rush of pleasure through him. Finally, Ejnar understood the source of his earlier mixed emotions. While he might not have wanted to hear her voice, the sound of her moans was surprisingly enticing.

If that was the case, then all he needed was for her to make those sounds for him.

Drawing on his experience, he began to explore the most sensitive areas of Elfreda’s body. She was quickly overwhelmed by the rising heat, reaching out toward him in confusion.

“Your Majesty, just a moment… Uht!“

Her hands still failed to reach him. With a flushed face, Elfreda swayed unsteadily, her dress now carelessly crumpled and slipping from her body. The dress clinging to her like a snake’s skin felt bothersome.

Ejnar immediately grabbed the fabric clinging to her body and pulled it away, filling the space it left with his own presence.

A short gasp escaped Elfreda’s lips.

“Aht…!“

The foreplay was brief but effective.

There were no issues moving forward, but Elfreda noticed Ejnar seemed more impatient than usual, his anger reminiscent of the day before. However, she had no time to dwell on that thought. Ejnar quickly seized her waist and lifted her. As her body rose, her eyes widened in fear. Despite her unstable position, she only fidgeted, unable to move her hands to hold onto him.

This was an experience she had before. Even the faint sounds of their connection quickly soured her mood.

He roughly grabbed her hand and forced it onto his shoulder, making her even more uneasy.

Ejnar found this deeply irritating. Wasn’t she reluctant to hold onto him? He was supposed to be the one looking down on her as a barbarian, so why did she carry herself with such haughtiness? Did she truly see him as a lecher and recoil at the thought of her own husband?

As he made his way to the bed, he held tightly onto her hand, which had merely rested on his shoulder.

The movement brought them together, allowing her to feel him more fully. Elfreda’s constant, helpless moans pleased him. This was the kind of woman she was meant to be. Instead of brightly laughing and chattering, she was much more suited to having her eyes clouded over and letting out cries. Only then did Ejnar set her down with a satisfied expression, urgently beginning the movements he had been holding back until that moment.

“Ah, hng… uht!“

The sounds she made were louder and higher-pitched than usual due to the intensity of his movements. Startled, Elfreda bit down hard on her lip, trying to suppress the noise.

The muffled, stifled sound immediately irritated Ejnar.

Without pausing, he gently brushed his thumb over her lips, which she had bitten so hard they were nearly bleeding. His rough, calloused thumb pried her lips free from her clenched teeth, and a faint drop of blood seeped out.

“Huht…”

Elfreda let out a soft groan from the stinging pain, but Ejnar devoured even that. He licked and teased her full, red lips, tasting the metallic tang of blood.