"Honey, I'm so weak. It feels like my whole body has been crushed," Laras murmured, curling up on the bed. Her face was deathly pale.
Raka smiled faintly, then leaned down and kissed her forehead gently and lingeringly. "Alright, darling. Sleep first. I still have some work tonight that can't be postponed."
Laras bit her lower lip, her eyes half-closed from the lingering pleasure. "You were really wild last night, honey. I lost count of how many times we did it. Did you take some kind of stamina pill? Your energy was unbelievable. You lifted me against the wall, took me on the sofa, even on the bathroom floor. I completely surrendered."
Raka chuckled softly, his voice low and husky. His fingers slowly traced Laras's neck down to her collarbone. "No pills, darling. Maybe I just missed your body too much. Now sleep! Tomorrow I want to see you wake up with the widest, most satisfied smile."
"Wait a second!" Laras tugged at the collar of her husband's shirt. "Kiss me on the lips, honey. A real one. Not just my forehead! I want it like last night — the kind that made me forget how to breathe."
Raka leaned in deeply and kissed her with raw passion, his tongue teasing playfully. His hands gently squeezed her hips. Laras moaned long into the kiss. Her body trembled before she finally fell into a deep, contented sleep with a sweet smile on her lips.
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At 7 AM
"Darling! I'm home!" Raka's cheerful voice rang from the front of the house.
Laras blinked groggily. Her body felt heavy, hot, and sore — especially between her thighs. The porch light was still on and the curtains were still tightly closed. She struggled to get up, letting out a soft groan.
Knock knock knock!
After waiting, Raka walked around to the side of the house and knocked on the window.
Knock knock knock!
"Darling! Wake up!" he shouted from outside.
"Wait a moment!" Laras replied from inside the bedroom.
She walked unsteadily and opened the window. "Honey, I'm sorry. I just woke up."
Raka stood outside in his neat security guard uniform from the finance company, smiling broadly. "You usually don't sleep this late. Are you sick? Your face is so pale, darling."
Laras smiled shyly. Memories of the previous night instantly flooded her mind. "I have a slight fever, honey. Didn't you bring the spare key? I'll open the front door, but please be gentle — my body is still very weak."
"I left the spare key at Mom's house last night when I dropped off the medicine before work," Raka answered, his eyes full of concern.
Laras frowned for a moment. *Didn't Raka use that key to come in last night?* But she quickly shook the thought away. *Ah, he must be teasing me.* Her cheeks flushed as she remembered how wild her "husband" had been.
"Come to the front, honey. I'll open the door," Laras said with a flirty smile.
As soon as the front door opened, Raka pulled her into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing her against his chest. "Why are you walking like that? Did you fall last night? Why didn't you call me? I came home early so I could take you to the doctor."
Laras laughed softly and leaned affectionately against his chest. "It hurts, but I like it. You were so different last night, honey. So wild, so strong, and you never got tired. I even cried begging for mercy, but you just said, 'This is only the beginning.' Your scent was intoxicating — like musk mixed with incense smoke. I've become addicted to it."
Raka felt puzzled by his wife's words and the way she moved. Besides her extremely pale face, her awkward, pained walk was obvious.
"I just got home this morning, darling. You must have had a wet dream, huh?" Raka asked, trying to dismiss his suspicion.
Laras furrowed her brows, trying to process what he said. She studied his face and body carefully.
*It's exactly the same as last night. Why does he act like he doesn't remember?* Her curiosity grew stronger.
Raka touched her forehead. "You're burning up," he said, then guided her inside with his arm around her.
"It's okay, honey. I'm actually happy about it."
"Sick but happy? After this, we're going to the doctor."
"I'm running late and haven't cooked anything yet. Should I make instant noodles?"
"Only if you're strong enough. Or we can stop by the food stall before going to the doctor."
"Alright then."
"Go wash your face first! I'll make some coffee — I'm still sleepy."
Laras headed to the bathroom while Raka went to the kitchen to boil water.
"Don't take too long in there. You'll feel worse."
"Okay, honey. Just washing my face."
A short while later, Laras came out of the bathroom. Raka was stirring his coffee when his wife hugged him from behind. Her feverish body pressed warmly against him.
"Your body is really hot, darling," Raka said as he turned around and hugged her. Laras nestled her head on his chest.
*Why does his sweat smell different?* Laras wondered silently as she unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his skin.
*It's strange. Last night he smelled like musk, right?* The passionate memories still lingered vividly in her mind.
"I will drink coffee first, then shower. Here, I made warm tea for you."
"Thank you, honey."
They released their embrace. Laras sat down while Raka stood. They enjoyed their warm drinks. When his coffee was half-finished, Raka headed to the bathroom. He didn't want his wife's condition to get any worse.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Laras slowly walked to the bedroom to get her husband a change of clothes. The soreness between her legs made every step painful.
With unsteady, limping steps, she managed to bring out a short-sleeved shirt and jeans.
She returned to the dining area and sat down again, continuing to sip her tea. About ten minutes later, Raka emerged looking fresher, the clean scent of shower gel surrounding him.
"Why haven't you changed yet, darling?" Raka asked as he sat beside her. He finished his coffee in one gulp.
"Finish your tea first while it's still warm. I'll change now."
Laras stood up, holding onto the edge of the chair. She winced visibly. Unable to bear seeing his wife in pain, Raka scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, gently laying her on the bed.
Raka's desire suddenly flared at the sight of his wife's incredibly seductive expression.
"What exactly did we do in your dream, darling?" Raka asked deliberately, a crooked smile on his lips. His hand slowly slid down to her hips and squeezed them more firmly, his thumb stroking gently. "Tell me, darling! What did I do to you last night that made you so addicted? I want to hear it again from your sweet mouth."
Laras bit her lower lip, her voice low and seductive. "You lifted me like a doll. You pushed me against the wall while whispering, 'You're mine now.' Then on the sofa, you made me sit on your lap and moved so slowly and deeply. After that, on the bathroom floor with the shower running, you said, 'So it gets even wetter and better.' I couldn't stand anymore, honey. You just laughed and said, 'One more round, darling.'"
Raka laughed softly against her ear, his hot breath deliberately brushing her earlobe. "In that case, should we repeat it? This time I want it even wilder. Are you brave enough? Or do you want me to teach you a new way that will make you scream?"
Laras giggled even though her body felt weaker than ever. "You're so perverted today, honey. I'm sick, but you keep teasing me. Your scent is different now, isn't it? Last night it was more fragrant and seductive."
Raka lifted her chin with one finger and stared deeply into her eyes. "Maybe because last night I was in 'special mode' in your dream. Do you want to feel it again?"
Laras blushed, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. "You can, but gently, okay, honey? My body is still very weak. But if you promise to be like last night, I'm ready. You've made me addicted, you know?"
"Gently?" Raka teased with a husky laugh. His hand crept down her back. "Last night you were definitely begging for it harder. Your lips said you were tired, but your body kept wrapping around me tighter."
Laras lightly smacked his chest, but left her hand there. "Sst! Don't keep reminding me, I'm embarrassed. But yes … I loved it. You're so different today, honey. More perverted, more attentive, and stronger. I'm really happy."