Chapter 8

Early Night (2.1)

“…If you don’t want to go down, we’ll do what we just did again.”

Lily jolted. He waited for her body to relax and then slowly laid her on the bed.

The duke didn’t say anything for a long time, and a strange anxiety came over Lily.

Thinking about it, the situation might be dangerous. The door might be open, or someone might be silently watching.

It was very unlikely, but there was also a chance that the man on the bed with her was not really her husband.

Lily fumbled and gently grabbed his forearm. “Duke…?”

As the silence grew longer, she squeezed his arm nervously and moved her waist.

***

To him, it looked as if she was urging him to penetrate her. He inhaled deeply, savoring the way his wife looked splayed on the white sheets.

Her silver hair, glistening under the moonlight coming from the window. Her drenched, quivering bottom, still swallowing his fingers. And most magnificent of all was her figure, visible through her negligee that was translucent with sweat and her wetness.

***

Lily moved her hips back in surprise as her pubic hair tickled the insides of her thighs, but instead of his fingers coming out of her, the underside of the bed shiftedd.

“Stay there, that’s all you need to do.”

He grabbed Lily’s thigh with his other hand and pulled her back to her original position.

“…I’ll have to figure out how to make you understand my words.” His low voice and breaths, dripping with lust, pressed against her thigh.

Lily twisted in vain and wept.

“Mine smells disgusting… Yunek said it was disgusting. So…”

“I can’t believe you’re talking about your ex-husband in this situation. Do you not know  how to read the mood?”  He grabbed Lily’s thin ankle with the hand that was initially holding her thigh and viciously spread her legs wide.

He kissed Lily’s inner thigh, then sucked. Repeatedly.

“It smells like you. It’s unbearably seductive. Lewd. It makes me want you.” His tongue licked up the apex of her thighs, exactly where his fingers were.

Tremors ran from head to toe. “Haa, ah…n-no… Duke… ngh.”

Her hips moved involuntarily, chasing the sensation, while her brain supplied her with an imagined visual of the entire scene.

Lily grabbed the sheets tightly to resist the urge to move.

“It tastes like fruit, Lily,” he said against her.

He sucked her swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth. The sound of his breaths intertwined with the obscene, wet sound. At the same time, his big, rough hands rubbed her nipples.

She nearly lost her mind.

Lily suddenly grabbed his hair and bucked against him as he repeatedly licked and sucked and probed. Her throat was more parched than ever, and a strange, tingling feeling came from her core.

The presses and caresses made sensations bubble beneath her skin. She gasped, her face flushed and the blindfold still firmly tied over her eyes, seemingly the only thing left to tether her to reality.

“Ah, no more, I’m com—hngh! I’m coming! Du-duke, ahnn!”

Cries and screams filled the room. Tears and saliva trickled down her face.

“Ngh, ah—!”

The tingling heat exploding in her core raged violently, burning away all reason. Toes stiffened and curled as she tightened on his fingers, trembling and weeping.

Lily was dripping, and her husband lapped up every last drop. His mouth fell open with a deep sigh.

Completely boneless, she trembled from her climax and exhaled.

He pulled his finger out and turned her over.

Lily’s eyes widened under the black cloth. “Don’t tell me, again…?”

As if the words were a signal to him, he grabbed Lily’s knees and spread them apart. “We haven’t even started yet.”

Blood drained from Lily’s face at his serious tone. She realized that he had not yet inserted his manhood into her.

“Wait, wait a minute. Just a few minutes… ugh!”

He pressed down on Lily’s struggling head and slid his fingers inside her once more.

***

She had a sweet, dreamless sleep. But when the events of last night came to mind, Lily’s eyes widened.

One second later, her whole body ached.

Feeling refreshed as if someone had washed her, she noticed that she wasn’t wearing a blindfold, and that her nightgown had been changed.

Her heartbeat pounded against her chest. Lily grabbed the bedsheets without turning her head.

“I’m so tired. Duke, I can’t…”

“Your mouth says you can’t but you’re clenching hard on me.”

“No, ahhng… Ah…”

The words that he had whispered so seductively replayed in her mind. Lily blushed.

Her face was so hot that she felt a little dizzy.