The More I Invest in My Wives, the Stronger I Become

Daemon hovered over her, his breath hot against her skin. He could feel the frantic beat of her heart against his chest and the tremble in her thighs.

He looked down, seeing his length pressing against the delicate, wet opening of her ”pink flower.”

Despite the heat of the moment, he saw the flicker of nervousness in her eyes. He paused, leaning down to brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek. ”You’re okay,”

he whispered, his voice thick. ”I’m right here. Just breathe for me.” Victoria nodded, her grip tightening on his shoulders.

Slowly, with agonizing patience, Daemon began to push forward. He felt her muscles tighten, resisting the intrusion, and he stopped the moment he felt her wince.

He was only halfway in, the friction creating a searing heat between them. ”Don’t tense up,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. ”Just relax. Take a deep breath.” Victoria closed her eyes, inhaling sharply.

As she exhaled and softened, Daemon gave a steady, firm push. There was a sharp *pop* as her hymen broke. Victoria gasped, her eyes snapping open, a flash of pain crossing her face.

Immediately, Daemon captured her lips in a deep, distracting kiss, pouring all his tenderness into it.

The pain was short-lived, quickly replaced by a feeling of fullness that made her toes curl. As he began to move—slow, shallow thrusts at first—the pain vanished entirely, dissolved by the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled by him.

”Oh... *oh god*...

” Victoria whimpered, her hips instinctively rising to meet him. The tenderness didn’t last long. The hunger they had both been suppressing for days finally snapped.

Victoria’s nails dug into his back, her voice turning from a whimper to a command. ”Harder, Daemon! I want it... I want you to break me!”

Daemon groaned, the sound guttural and primal. He gripped her hips, lifting her slightly off the bed, and slammed into her with a raw, animalistic force.

*Slap. Slap. Slap.*

The sound of their skin colliding echoed through the room. Victoria screamed, her head tossing back, her breasts bouncing wildly with every heavy impact.

”Ah! Yes! Right there! *Mmmh!*”

He flipped her over with a sudden movement, pushing her onto her hands and knees. In the doggy-style position, he had a deeper angle.

He gripped her waist, his fingers bruising her pale skin, and drove himself into her from behind. This was the ”raw” experience she craved. He wasn’t holding back anymore; he was hammering into her, each thrust hitting her deepest point.

Victoria was practically sobbing with pleasure, her voice a mixture of screams and guttural moans.

”I can’t... I can’t take it! Daemon, please! *Haa... haa...* more!”

Driven by her demand, Daemon didn’t stop. He pulled her back up, sitting against the headboard and pulling her onto his lap.

Victoria took control, wrapping her legs around his waist and riding him with a ferocious intensity.

She leaned forward, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest, her eyes locked onto his with that wolf-like hunger.

”You’re mine,” she gasped, her voice strained. ”My nameless... my husband...”

They didn’t stop there. They moved to the wall, Daemon lifting her legs high, pinning her against the cold surface while he drove into her with a desperate, urgent rhythm.

The contrast of the cold wall and his burning skin sent Victoria into another frenzy. By the time they finally collapsed back onto the bed, drenched in sweat and shaking with exhaustion, the moon had long since crossed the sky.

They fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, tangled together in a mess of damp sheets. *** When the first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, Daemon was the first to wake.

He didn’t move, enjoying the warmth of Victoria’s body pressed against him. His face was currently buried in the soft, pillowy curve of her breast, the scent of her skin—a mix of jasmine and the musk of their night—filling his senses.

He shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to the swell of her breast. *This girl is wild,* he thought, a small smile playing on his lips.

*I like her more and more. She’s full of surprises.*

As he cuddled her, his mind drifted. He whispered silently to himself, the thoughts swirling in his head. *If I had known before the marriage that things would turn out like this...

I never would have believed it. It’s all because of her. I love her so much. I have to save her. I have to find a way to break that curse.* He leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead while she remained still, her eyes closed.

Then, a confusing thought entered his mind. *Wait... last night... I did it so many times. How is that even possible? I’ve never had that kind of energy before.

What if she’s pregnant?*

A spark of excitement hit him. *I’d love it if she had my child.

But... what about the curse?

Would the baby inherit it?

I need to talk to Victoria, or maybe her mother.* He frowned, reflecting on his own body. *But where did this stamina come from?

Last time I had sex—back when I lived with Kassia—I could only go two or three times before I was spent.

Last night, I lost count.* *WHAM!*

Suddenly, a hand struck his face with the force of a runaway truck.

The impact was so violent that Daemon was literally lifted off the bed, flying through the air before landing with a heavy *thud* on the hardwood floor.

His head was spinning, stars dancing in his vision. He groaned, clutching his jaw, and looked up to see Victoria sitting up in bed.

Her face was a mask of absolute fury, her eyes glowing with a dangerous S-rank intensity.

”You bastard!”

she shrieked, her voice echoing in the room. ”How dare you think about another woman while you’re lying in my bed! Even though I am your wife!”

Daemon stared at her, completely bewildered. His jaw hurt, but his brain was hurting more. He hadn’t said a word.

He had thought those things silently in his head. *How the hell...* he wondered, staring up at her. *How does she know what I was thinking?*