Chapter 293: The Quiet Hunger ( 293 )

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Chapter 293: The Quiet Hunger ( 293 ) Several weeks later. The baby now slept peacefully in the small crib set inside their bedroom, his soft breathing filling the quiet night air. In the living room, Haruki sat with his laptop open, the glow of the screen reflecting off his face as his fingers moved across the keyboard. The faint sound of typing mixed with the gentle hum of the evening. Kyouko appeared with quiet steps, carrying a cup of coffee. She placed it gently beside him, her smile calm and warm. She had already regained her health, her strength returning little by little each day. And with Haruki’s flexible schedule, the burden of caring for the baby never felt heavy. Together, they found an easy rhythm. For Kyouko, it was more than just convenience. She could see him every day, his handsome, charming face always near, just like before. She could cook for him, care for him, and share in the quiet moments of family life. And beyond that, she could begin again. Exercise returned to her routine, the familiar stretches and movements that kept her body graceful. She cared for her skin with her favorite products, her reflection in the mirror once more glowing with youth and elegance. All the while, her heart carried the quiet joy of knowing that this time, she was truly loved. She sat quietly beside Haruki, watching the way his lips curved into that gentle smile. Then, without warning, Haruki leaned closer and pressed his mouth to hers. Kyouko melted into the kiss, returning it with all her heart. Even after giving birth, even after everything, his kisses were still hungry as though he could never have enough of her. That alone made her happy. When the kiss broke, Haruki smiled again, brushing her cheek softly before turning back to his laptop. His eyes refocused on work, but Kyouko’s gaze lingered. She noticed the way his trousers strained faintly. The unmistakable sign of his arousal. And then, the subtle movement of his right leg... not shaking, but bouncing lightly, restless. A small, unconscious giveaway of the desire he was trying so hard to contain. Kyouko’s lips curved into a quiet smile. She understood. Kyouko leaned into him, wrapping her arms softly around his body. Tilting her head, she looked up at him, her eyes caught in the light of his. That charming smile of his... it made her heart race all over again, as if she were falling in love anew. She lifted her face, closing the distance until their lips were just a breath apart. Haruki closed it the rest of the way, his kiss deep and hungry. His hand moved, almost instinctively, tracing along her body until it found the soft curve of her breast. Kyouko’s eyes fluttered shut. She let herself sink into that moment, into this side of Haruki that was so full of fire, so full of desire for her. Her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, her voice trembling but steady enough for him to hear. "Haruki... do you want it... from the back... as before?" Haruki gave no reply in words. His hands were already moving, tugging gently at her clothes, groping what was his with a hunger that only grew stronger. His lips crashed onto hers again, kissing her with a fervor that made her body tremble. She felt the urgency in him as his fingers rushed to his belt, pushing down his pants with almost restless need. Inside, Kyouko wasn’t worried. Nothing would ruin the mood, she had prepared, she was careful. A small secret only she knew, her body tended to with quiet grace. Her eyes drifted downward, catching sight of him, already thick and towering. Heat rushed through her as she leaned to whisper against his ear, her tone soft but playfully chiding. "Don’t go for the wrong one, Haruki~ That one still needs to rest." Her glance flicked meaningfully toward his huge shaft, her cheeks flushing, yet her smile stayed serene. "No~ don’t... kiss the neck. Ah..." Her protest melted into a breathless moan as Haruki’s lips pressed against her weak spot. His mouth trailed along the curve of her neck, down to her shoulder, sending shivers that made her body restless. She felt him behind her, the heavy heat of his shaft pressing at her back entrance, nudging, pinning the point with steady insistence. Her breath caught, her fingers curling against the sheets. Inside her mind, the words were quiet, steady, full of love. As long as he’s happy... I’m happy. Kyouko’s eyes widened slightly as she felt him push inside, the sheer width of his shaft driving in with a hunger he could no longer restrain. Her lips parted, then closed again as she bit down softly, stifling the trembling cry that threatened to escape. The rush of it. The heat, the pressure. Told her everything she needed to know. He’s starving for me... Her breath shuddered out, long and uneven, her chest rising as her eyelids fluttered. A wave of warmth rolled through her, her body straining and yielding all at once. Then Haruki began to move. Each thrust carried his urgency, his devotion, his need. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, sharp at first, then louder, echoing in steady rhythm. Kyouko closed her eyes, her lips trembling as she tried to hold back the moan rising in her throat. So hungry... so desperate... for me. Kyouko’s breath caught as she suddenly felt Haruki shift behind her. His hands slid firmly beneath her thighs, lifting both her legs with ease, pulling her body closer into him. "Ha... Haruki!!" she hissed, her voice trembling between protest and pleasure. The change made everything sharper, deeper. Her body jolted with each movement, her hands clutching at the sheets for support. Then his lips brushed close to her ear, his whisper hot and low. "Let’s continue in our bedroom... so we can enjoy ourselves... and still be close enough to look after our child." His words sent heat through her, her heart racing at the thought. ( End Of Chapter )

Chapter 293: The Quiet Hunger ( 293 )

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