How to Tame My Beastly Husband

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 238. Sweating (1)

As soon as Annette had realized she had returned for a second life, she had been determined to clear her name, and reveal the true culprit of the crime. But the process had not been easy. She could remember so many nights where she had trembled with fear at the thought that she would never be able to change her fate. What if destiny was preordained?

Even though she had already lived through all of it once, she could not predict what was to come.

“You finally did it, didn’t you?” Railin asked, smiling as if he had already read these thoughts. His ruby eyes gleamed, and Annette’s answering smile was sharp as steel.

Sliding his hands into his pockets, he walked away. There was no need to ask her whether she still wanted to go to Osland. He did not need magic to know the answer.

“Goodbye, Railin.”

Annette watched his back disappearing as he walked away through the snow. His cobalt-blue coat grew further and further away, but she could not take her eyes from him until he had vanished. The winter breeze blew through the half-opened window, brushing her cheeks.

A large hand reached from behind to touch her cheek. Even though he had just come from a bath, his hand felt very warm. Or perhaps it was just the love in his touch that instantly warmed her to her toes.

“Why did you open the window?” He asked. “You’ll catch a cold.”

Shutting the window, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Annette let the tulip slip from her fingers and closed her eyes, contented as a cat. She had forgotten all about Railin, so absorbed was she in the warmth of his body.

He feels so good.

In that moment, she felt perfectly safe. But Raphael did not. He was looking angrily back at the window, as if there was a person still sitting invisibly outside.

He was sure he had sensed Railin’s presence.

If there were more mages in the world, then it might have been different. Raphael might have learned to perceive their mana better than he could now. But the era of magic was over, and a new-made Master of Swords did not have many chances to become familiar with mana.

Is it just in my mind?

Like a wild beast defending its territory, Raphael searched until Annette squirmed in his arms. Automatically, he loosened his grip, to allow her to find a comfortable position, and she beamed up at him.

“I’m too hot, Raphael.”

“You are? I can damp down the fire–”

Annette shook her head. She was no longer a hothouse flower, who could only thrive in the most perfect conditions. Her smile was angelic.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be so hot if I weren’t wearing so many clothes,” she whispered. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Raphael caught his breath.

His large fingers slid between her legs, as if to test her claim, and there was the noise of the wet caress, the petals between her legs softer than usual. Raphael let out a low chuckle as he enjoyed the feeling, lifting his fingers.

“Hot, and wet,” he agreed. “How long have they been like this?”

“I told you I was hot,” she protested. “And sweating…”