Chapter 630: Reason for restraint

Maximilian's eyes widened, surprised by her sudden attack, but he didn't mind it at all. On the contrary, he was overwhelmed by her sweet fragrance. His tongue greedily explored the sweetness of her mouth while Evangeline was doing the same to him, ravaging every corner of his mouth.

Her hands moved behind him, tracing the muscles of his broad back beneath his silken robe.

Maximilian couldn't stay still either. He slowly leaned forward, pressing her back against the soft mattress of the bed as he lay atop her. Now that her wings were gone, she could focus on devouring her ripened husband without any discomfort.

"Mmmnh~"

"An—mmmmn~"

Maximilian's kiss grew more and more intense, not giving her any chance to breathe. His eyelids had already grown heavy, his golden eyes losing their focus.

His hands were about to reach for her full mounds, each one nearly twice the size of his broad hand, but he stopped midway, his eyes widening.

He lifted his face. Evangeline lay beneath him, breathing heavily. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes that had rolled back finally returning to focus. Her mouth was open, her tongue slightly sticking out.

"Wh-why?" she asked.

Maximilian's eyes lowered in guilt.

"I-I'm sorry, I nearly lost con—"

"Why did you stop?" she demanded, cutting him off mid-sentence.

It was only then that he realized she wasn't angry at him for becoming so aggressive, but because he had stopped midway.

"You keep avoiding doing it with me. Are you really afraid of me getting pregnant, or am I not attractive enough?" she asked, this time in a low tone, her eyes almost turning teary.

Maximilian facepalmed himself. While struggling to control his urges, he had unknowingly made her insecure about herself.

"Do you really think that's the case?" he answered her question with a question of his own.

Now that Evangeline thought about it calmly, she received her answer without even needing to think deeply.

Maximilian absolutely adored her.

He had gone against his own father, the almighty Sovereign, just to protect her. Every moment he had spent with her since they had become husband and wife, he had looked at her with eyes filled with nothing but love.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, rising to a sitting position and hugging him. "I said that without thinking. I promise I will not have such useless thoughts again."

"I'm also at fault for not telling you the reason for my restraint," Maximilian replied, patting her head as he held her in his embrace.

He explained the reason to her with a hint of embarrassment on his face. Dragons were known for their extremely high libido, but he had been drinking Flame Milk since childhood, which had increased his libido severalfold.

Once lust got the better of him, forget about a week, even a month wouldn't be enough for him to regain his sanity.

He might be able to control himself after doing it a couple of times, but during the first time, it would be like a dam filled to the brim finally breaking open.

"So the Flame Milk was, in fact, the... essence of the Fire Phoenix," Evangeline gasped, her mouth hanging open.

Maximilian nodded with his head lowered guiltily.

"And you have been drinking it for years!" Her voice was sharp, almost frightening.

He flinched, sweat trickling down his temple. He felt as if her old, scary self had awakened again.

He swallowed nervously and nodded again. He had been keeping it hidden from her, knowing he would definitely get scolded, if not beaten, by her.

"Y-you..." Evangeline muttered.

His muscles tensed, his eyes closing as he expected a punch.

Nothing came, except utter silence.

When he opened his eyes, he found Evangeline looking at him with trembling eyes, tightly tugging at the robe covering her thighs.

Her cheeks slowly puffed up in a sulk. She turned her head sideways. "Hmph!"

Maximilian gasped, his heart skipping a beat. 'S-so adorable!'

"Vivi," he called in a soft tone, crawling towards her. "I really didn't know that the Flame Milk was her essence. Please don't be angry, hmm?"

She gave him a side-eye. His pleading face instantly melted her resolve.

"I'm going to make that bitch pay for feeding you something so filthy," she declared, clenching her fists before rubbing Maximilian's head.

"Yes, it was all her fault," Maximilian nodded shamelessly, sounding like a victim as he buried his face in her full mounds. "I was really traumatized when I learned about it."

"Oh, my poor hubby." Evangeline gently stroked his head. Blue lightning flickered in her furious eyes, her mind already planning revenge against the Phoenix Clan.

'You gotta do what you gotta do to survive the marriage crisis,' Maximilian muttered inwardly, enjoying the warmth of her embrace. Not like he lied or anything. He was truly traumatized by that whole Phoenix Clan incident. He even had nightmares for a few days about being held by Cindera and having her way with him.

Now that Evangeline knew the real reason why Maximilian was holding himself back, she decided not to pester him further about the matter or make it harder for him by seducing him.

They spent the next seven days doing what a normal newly married couple was supposed to do.

They spent half of each day cuddling with each other, while Maximilian spent the remaining time sharing his adventures in the Lower Realm from the past decade.

He even told her about the two disciples he had taken in and Gumiho being the Supreme Existence of Vyoman. Evangeline was quite surprised that Maximilian had made the Goddess of Vyoman his disciple.

But when he told her about Gumiho's past, she couldn't help but feel pity for the poor girl. She specifically ordered him never to physically punish her and to treat her as warmly as possible so she could forget about all the trauma she had suffered while growing up.

Of course, they talked about all of this while never leaving each other's arms.

If only Maximilian knew that someone had not only reopened the deepest wounds of his cherished disciple but had also dared to insult and disrespect her while he was away.