Chapter 2 Let Us Get A Divorce

• Kathryn's POV:
• I curled myself into a ball, pulling the heavy blanket over me, and closed my eyes in disappointment.
• Since things have come to this, I'll bring up a divorce tomorrow...
• As I drifted between the world of sleep and wakefulness, I abruptly felt a heavy pressure bearing down on me. Panic-stricken, I opened my eyes, finding myself locking gazes with a pair of bright, light-blue eyes filled with an inexplicable emotion.
• Realizing it was my husband, I breathed a sigh of relief.
• I was intimately familiar with his robust physique, and he had a scent that I found utterly captivating. What stirred my heart the most, however, were his eyes - as fierce as a wolf's. I had scarcely seen such a pure shade of light blue in anyone else's eyes.
• He had returned as promised.
• It felt as though my heart was brimming with something. I reached up, curling my hand around his neck before nuzzling against his chin.
• Lucian's gaze swept over what I was wearing, and his breathing grew heavier, hotter. “This set of lingerie looks good!”
• As he spoke, he crudely ripped my undergarments apart, bending down to kiss my breasts. His actions were akin to a puppy messily gnawing away, leaving me with a sensation that was both ticklish and pleasurable.
• His movements were swift, quickly tearing away my thong without warning before he tried to enter me.
• I let out a moan of pain. He was too big for me, and I wasn't ready yet!
• “F*ck, why are you so dry?” Lucian grumbled with a tone of disdain.
• My body stiffened instantly.
• Lucian was exceptionally well-endowed, significantly more so than any of the men I had seen in those adult videos.
• He was my first man, and I wasn't sure if this was normal.
• However, he usually took his time with foreplay, allowing me to experience the ultimate pleasure during our intimate moments.
• For some inexplicable reason, he seemed to be in a rush today.
• Following my pained sound, his rough actions began to gentle, and he stopped forcing himself inside. Instead, his warm and moist tongue gently traced the smooth skin of my throat. His fingers glided over my sensitive spot, slowly and tenderly teasing.
• The sensation was overwhelmingly intense, causing me to let out an involuntary moan.
• Fluids began to trickle out of me slowly. Using the moisture as lubrication, he slowly inserted his fingers into me, one, then two, then three, stretching gently. As the fluids increased, the movement of his fingers made a soft, squelching sound.
• I was infatuated with his physique and deeply in love with his scent. My heart had always been beating for him, yearning to awaken his love with the passage of time.
• I was aware that the Gandillon family might belong to the upper crust of society, as his relatives were always stressing their desire for me to bear him an heir as soon as possible.
• Since I loved him, I was willing to bear him an heir.
• I was willing to try anything that could lead to pregnancy - fertility injections, medications, and even different positions during lovemaking.
• Lost in my passion, I found myself straddling his firm abdomen, rubbing my lower body against his impressive size.
• Two orbs continuously brushed against the root of my thigh. I had taken a fertility shot earlier that day, so as long as what was within them entered me, there was a high chance I would become pregnant.
• With a smile on my face, I blurted out, “This position greatly increases the chances of pregnancy...”
• Lucian's face fell, his enthusiasm suddenly gone. “Again with this! You really know how to ruin the mood.”
• He pushed me away, rolling out of bed.
• It felt as though an icy blade had suddenly pierced my heart, the once warm bed abruptly turning frigid and bone-chilling.
• Clearly, Lucian had no intention of continuing as he headed toward the bathroom.
• Years of pent-up resentment finally erupted, made worse by my sexual frustration, and I broke the silence of the room with my piercing voice. “Stop right there!”
• Lucian turned around to frown at me. “I don't want to do this with you for such a reason.”
• “Who do you want to do it with then?” I rolled over and sat up, pulling on my nightgown as my expression turned cold. “Our intimate moments have been reduced to only five times a month. Is it because you've been spending your energy on Juliette?”
• Lucian was momentarily taken aback before realization abruptly dawned on him. He glared at me fiercely and demanded, “Have you been following me?”
• “Hah! What makes you think you have the right to talk to me about privacy when you're sleeping with your ex-girlfriend? Lucian, stop pretending to be morally righteous after what immoral things you've done!”
• “You!” Lucian's temples throbbed. “Don't taint my relationship with Juliette with your sordid thoughts. She's nothing like you.”
• It seemed that, in his eyes, I was ruthless and thoroughly dirty, while Juliette remained forever pure and unblemished. I spent three years on him, but that was nothing compared to a single glance from Juliette.
• I genuinely felt like I had been blind to have loved him for so many years!
• Back in my younger days, I would've beaten up sc*mbags like him! I couldn't believe I'd been treating him like he was something special all this while.
• In that case, let all this suffering come to a complete end!
• After a brief silence, I lifted my chin and said, “Lucian, let's get a divorce.”