Cry, Even Better if you Beg - Side Story 13

It was so unlike her. To be so bold about such lewd desires in front of him. Matthias couldn’t help but chuckle at her newfound brazenness, but his eyes darkened with lust upon the prospect of breeding her once more.

Not liking his unresponsiveness, Leyla decided to be even more aggressive, further pushing herself up against him.

“One child is not enough,” Leyla persisted, “Felix, as wonderful as he is, just looks so much like you. I want a daughter this time, someone to take after my likeness for a change.”

“And if it doesn’t happen this second time around?” he teased her, both spouses circling each other like hungry vultures. “If we have another son like Felix? You’d be saddled with just two more like me, Leyla.” he chuckled at her.

“It won’t.” Leyla insisted, biting her lip seductively as she looked up at him through her lashes, “It’ll go exactly as I want it to be. I can feel it.” she hummed up at him, leaning against his callous palm that came up to caress her face.

“And how can you be so sure of that?”

“Won’t you wish for such a thing, my Duke?” she pleaded haughtily at him, “After all, you always get what you want.” she cooed at him. “Our daughter, Leah, can’t you want her? She already has the name her father gave her. So, the only thing she just has to do now is be born.”

Leyla laid her hands still on Matthias’ hands wrapped around her cheeks. His gaze, which looked deeply, was just calm, with neither affirmation nor negation. How she spoke was desperate – almost as though she were trying her very best to bargain with him. Her glistening doe eyes looked up towards him and begged profusely. Realizing that he was not at all moved by her actions or words, her face darkened and turned melancholic.

“Do you hate children?” Leyla’s deliberately sullen performance was clumsy and even more lovely, seemingly having the opposite effect to what she intended upon Matthias.

“Leyla, I don’t care how many children I have.” Looking into Leyla’s eyes, full of himself, Matthias calmly conveyed his true feelings. “If you think about our family, the more children, the better. And to every child born, I will fulfill my duties as a father. It’s a job that has nothing to do with that judgment, whether you like it or not. But you must have completely different expectations. I may as well only be able to handle Felix.”

And Leyla, I’m afraid of that.

Matthias reflected on his silent thoughts. The existence of another child was still giving him somewhat mixed and vague feelings. Of course, Felix was not in that category.

He loved his son.

He was a child who endured painful days, was born healthy, and became Leyla’s hope. He was also the biggest contributor, acting as a political pawn to his mother’s reluctant and strained acceptance as a Duchess. Matthias knew well that there was no name but love when referring to the feeling at the moment when he saw his son smiling just like his mother with that face. Even if the love was a little different from Leyla’s wish, it certainly was what it was.

But, what about the other kid?

Well, Matthias was hard to be sure. Would his feelings for Felix arise the same way for any other children he may have? Without such a dramatic war, separation, and reunion, Felix’s may have remained in the same sense as any other achromatic name.

Even so, he could quite possibly build and maintain the balance and order of the world as much as he could, and he would do the same for everyone except…

Leyla.

His Leyla.

“Matthias.”

He cut off and buried the idea of Leyla’s friendly, loving image.

“Can’t you think of me instead of a future that’s not yet clear?” Leyla wrapped her slowly lowered arms around his waist. Pressing herself gently against her husband, her soft, warm lips curled into a slight smile as she teasingly reminisced her dreams.

“I want to spend time with you when I have a baby; they shall grow up, and be born into this world doused in comforting and warm love. It would be so like you to prefer that time spent… over the baby… you couldn’t do that when we had Felix.”

Speaking of this, Leyla felt like she’s not a good mother, but at the moment, she decided not to hide this greed.

“Oh, and of course… I also want to happily confess that I have a baby – and be warmly congratulated. I want to proudly show off that my baby has grown this much without hiding that I’m pregnant. When morning sickness comes, I can complain that it’s hard and be fussed over relentlessly, and I can beg for what I want to eat, and when time passes and the day when the baby is born, I hope the whole family will joyously greet the baby together. I won’t be lonely.”

Her eyes suddenly dampened and turned red, and her voice began to tremble, but Leyla could still muster a tiny smile.

“Give me all that time and memory… as a gift, shall we say. Is that okay?”

Matthias von Herhardt was utterly defeated.

Matthias admitted the fact with a long, passionate kiss. There was no other answer. He didn’t seem to want to find it, either.

Their deep kiss, which began while they were still standing by the window, got interrupted for a moment when the two of them finally reached the bed.

She waited with a disorderly breath, but for some reason, the man in front of her showed no signs of continuing what they were doing – all he did was look down at her, her figure clearly reflected in his eyes. After staring at each other for a while, a sigh mixed with laughter escaped from his lips. This sudden change in behaviour made Leyla uncertain of what had just happened.

“I thought I was being used as a means to fulfill your greed.” Matthias said with a frown as he lightly tilted his head. Discerning the playfulness in his soft voice, she nonchalantly smiled and sat up straight.

“Yes, that’s right. How does it feel to be used by me, Duke?” she playfully asked while fiddling on his shirt buttons. The once pure and innocent Leyla had now become quite adept at unravelling his clothes- her warm fingertips quickly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong chest to her gaze.

“You can do as you please, Your Majesty…” He replied with a cool and smooth tone while looking down at her nimble and petite hands that were diligently taking off his buttons.”… I’d happily obey your orders.”

His words made Leyla turn her attention towards the man in front of her with a light frown. This man was the most fascinating when he wore that dubiously crooked and arrogant grin, like a rogue that was eyeing a precious treasure.

“All right, I will do just what you’ve asked-” She smiled sweetly and innocently like an untainted maiden, yet she expertly took off his shirt that was just secured by the last button. “and use you to my heart’s content.”

She firmly pulled him onto the bed as if trying to prove her words that were filled with fierce determination. Matthias happily followed along as she took the lead; otherwise her weak frame wouldn’t even be able to exert enough force to push down her large physique with such ease.

She soon ran out of ideas on what to do next, and ended up hesitating for a good while. With renewed determination, she first made him sit down against a fluffy pile of cushions– she then quickly sat on his lap and hurriedly took off her own pyjamas. Not wearing any underwear, her mesmerizing naked body was not long after shown in front of him.

Matthias slowly moved his gaze from her naked chest to her smooth, supple legs with an arrogant smirk. His scrutinizing gaze soon went back to Leyla’s pretty face that was full of embarrassment. As if she could not bear his hungry gaze any longer, she quietly gave up on trying to make him stop his blatant staring. It was undoubtedly a very embarrassing situation for her, but in the end, she didn’t hate it – she couldn’t even bring herself to hate it either.

She slowly breathed out a small sigh and began to kiss his neck, where she could feel his faint pulse. Slowly, she continued downwards– to his hard, sharp collarbone, his muscular shoulder, and finally, to the scar below his shoulder.

She may have gotten used to it by now, but sometimes when she sees his scars once again, her mind effortlessly returns to the night when she first saw the violent scars that were left on his body. At that time, she was shocked to the point that she was rendered speechless and dazed for quite a while.

‘What the hell are those?’

After discovering the gruesome marks from his old wounds that littered his body, she hurriedly took off all his clothes like a distressed and concerned mother and began to diligently check all the scars that had been left all over his body. When she saw the scars that had come from the battle where the harrowing news of his forthcoming death circulated wildly, she began to loudly cry and sob uncontrollably like a wounded child without even realizing it.

On that day, she kissed his scars lovingly and tenderly, just like what she did tonight.

Tears welled up in her eyes and soon, she couldn’t stop sobbing. She knew it was a pain that could never be erased with just her kiss, but she wanted to comfort him with whatever means that she could.

Deep down in her heart she realized, after repeating such actions laced with her desperate wishes – kissing his scars that had brought him pain again and again, that there was no more room left in her heart to hate and resent this man.

He returned back to her side and….

She forgave him.

Tonight was that kind of night, a special moment where they spent time together without hatred or sadness. They needed to start afresh, but this time only with their undying love for one another.

Leyla ended her barrage of kisses, that were akin to a sacred ritual, by delivering a warm final kiss on his hardened, flexed arm where the remnants of a gunshot wound remained.

How far they’ve gone since they first took those first steps that day?

She slowly raised her head and stared at Matthias to see how he would react. She liked the sound of his breath, which was as frantic as the waves of a stormy sea. She also found herself deeply enamored by his dark, soulful eyes, which shone with desires so clouded that even the most nearsighted could make them out.

She stretched out her thin, pale arms and held him gingerly by the back of his neck. Their burning body heat and pounding hearts slowly merged as their bare chests touched and were held tightly against one another.

“You’re so beautiful.” Leyla caressed him lovingly, giving him kisses and murmuring sweet nothings in his ears like he was a loved infant. A certain someone thought that those words didn’t fit his current appearance at all.

As he gasped for air, Matthias blinked at his wife in bewilderment. Like her spouse, she glanced back blankly and smiled brightly at him. In contrast to the woman who was actually driving him crazy, she came across as an untypically innocent pure maiden.

“The first time I saw you… I was really surprised that you were so… beautiful. You’re so scary, but you’re still so gorgeous.”

“Don’t you think that’s a strange compliment to give to your husband?”

“Not at all. From that day till now, those words still ring true. I’ve never seen anyone as pretty as you– nor have I ever seen anyone as mean or hateful as you.” Leyla gave him a lighthearted peck on the lips after she made the confession.

“I’m glad you’re fine with such a mean man.” Matthias ended up laughing as if he had just heard a funny joke, ultimately surrendering to her in the end. His wife, who looked at him carefully, tilted her head slightly as if she were about to ask him something.

“Do you think this is the only thing I enjoy?” Her hands, which were noticeably warmer than usual, wrapped around his beautiful face. Leyla, who was completely redone and wore a very serious expression on her face, was incredibly alluring to him.

‘Well, you’re driving me crazy’, Matthias stared blankly at his beautiful wife as he thought. He made the executive decision not to tell her out loud~he didn’t even want her to know. At this moment, everything about this woman had to be his very own, and only for him.

“Ah, yes.” Her vision darted back and forth as she looked at Matthias who was simply nodding his head. “I used to.”

Leyla’s face flushed like an apple tree in full bloom when his mean words triggered long-buried memories, Even if she couldn’t see nor picture herself, She could still visualize her likeness ablaze with an uncontainable heat

‘Don’t cry, what you like is fine.’

In front of her pitiful appearance crying in pain, Matthias continued to calmly pacify his wife.

How could he tell such a lowly joke at a moment like this? Because of his words, Leyla fiercely removed her lips in a fit of anger, but she was ultimately speechless when she saw the brazen man pointing to his face.

It seemed intentional, but it was funny of him to ask.

All she could do was to hit the man before her with a clenched fist. The current situation was no different than that night.

While her flimsy fists seemed to do little more than pat his rock-solid shoulders and well-built chest, he casually undid his pants. Leyla, who only noticed his actions after a few minutes, flinched; Matthias, as usual, showed no qualms in revealing his desire upfront.

Why did she have to feel ashamed when he was the one who should be feeling embarrassed?

Such inane thoughts floated aimlessly in her confused brain, but they quickly evaporated.

Her rogue of a husband yanked her close to his powerful but flexible body by the neck and kissed her soft, pliant lips like he was a thirsty traveler. To get on top of her, he pushed his weight forward onto her, softly pushing her backwards. Big and strong, his arms encircled her and held her captive in his love and want.

Her eyes gazed at the air aimlessly, eventually captured his fading attention again with a sweet resignation.

“Matthy.”

For lack of anything else to say, she kept whispering his pet name over and over again. She knew he was still listening to her, albeit only half-heartedly.

She was embarrassed by her quavering voice and the hot, wet moans that accompanied them, but a part of her didn’t want to to keep her emotions buried. But her mind soon became swept away by the tidal surge of pleasure, and she could no longer recall even the name she had been calling out so often.

The snowy world in her green eyes began to shake as a warm, fiery heat overcame her.