Chapter 120 - Hundred And Twenty: Smut (2)
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Ryan carried her up the steps, his hand never leaving the small of her back. She could feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of her dress, could feel the possessiveness in his touch.
"I want to explore every inch of your body, make you beg for release. I want to claim you, Cassandra. Not just as my wife, but as my Duchess. In my bed."
Suzy’s breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly at his words. She could see the sincerity in his gaze, the raw desire. It sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
"Well, what are we waiting for, Your Grace?" she replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Lead the way."
Ryan smirked, carrying her up the grand staircase.
The soft soles of his shoes whispered against the polished wood, the only sound in the vast, silent house. His footsteps echoed down the long hallway, the soft glow of the wall sconces casting flickering shadows on the gilded wallpaper. Ryan stopped in front of his bedroom door, turning to face her once more.
"You sure about this, Duchess?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. " you can leave now if you change your mind because once you enter this room I guarantee that there’s no escape." His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation. But Suzy met his gaze steadily, her chin tilted up in defiance.
"Yes, Your Grace," she replied, her voice steady. "I’m yours to command."
Ryan’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. He pushed the door open, revealing the opulent bedroom beyond. The four-poster bed dominated the room, draped in rich, velvet curtains the color of a stormy sea. The hearth was lit, casting a warm, inviting glow over the plush rugs and heavy furniture.
Ryan led her inside, still carrying her in his arms. He kicked the door shut behind them, the sound echoing in the silence. Then, he lowered her down gently, his eyes burning with intensity.